Mirth’s Dystopia is the sort of brutal record which comes refreshingly welcome. It’s a bold portrayal of our sieged global climate, interpreting western naivety within a South African context, such that the music transcends classification.
Off the bat, Mirth creates an immersive, electro bid at 808-machine rhythms, low-psych melodies, and incredibly textured sound. “Demonocracy”, a kind of King Krule-Milky Chance synthesis, flows brilliantly into a tight breakdown with immense layering.
Tracks like “Midnight Soul” and “Change and Chains” bring forward a kind of dirty riffage, and give the record another dimension of versatility. Mirth moves so easily from the groove of these moments to sparsely minimal tracks (“Dance Monkey”, “Sentimental”) – think The XX, but if they grew a pair.
“Mantra” is a standout track – a galactic creation, with distinctive sampling, screeching violins and subtle breaks: a tender contemplation of Mirth’s skills, and a must listen.
For such a new artist to the scene, he commands his abilities so refreshingly, and Dystopia deserves all the attention I can give.