Low Jack

Low Jack

Lighthouse Stories

Modern Love

A very rare turn up: Modern Love reach outside their close-knit crew to present a definitive, rooted, yet outward-looking album statement by Low Jack; spinning the centripetal torque of footwork counter-clockwise with a whipsmart, bruised palette of screwed hip hop, Detroit-style atmospheric pressure, and something far more unquantifiable... With the 10-track Lighthouse Stories, Paris-based Low Jack both wrecks and builds on the foundations of his previous outings for dope labels such as L.I.E.S., The Trilogy Tapes and In Paradisum - sifting their ideas for precious stones, but also retaining their gritty mineral deposits, resulting in an alluring yet abrasively rough-edged sound that clearly caught in Modern Love’s filters. Sparking up with the hot-boxed hip hop skit, Saab Prelude (Radio) the session unfolds with a mixtape-like sensibility, switching up from Six In The Morning’s narcotised slow-house to the crystalline juke geometries of Thin Platforms before vaulting headlong into a breathtaking, fractal footwork collage with Coquelin Cloarec (Steps) and its noisier inversion, Coquelin Cloarec (Emotions). With the humid, hyper-tropical ecosystem of Judo Coaster we’re presented with the LP’s most exhilarating and incomparably colourful high, and again Solidor draws on Low Jack's Honduran heritage to infectiously hypnotic appeal, whereas the exhumed boogie monsters and ferric miasma of Feigned Confidence seems to take a more ambiguous look at his personal sonic ontology, and Blinking Lights Sheep almost provides a point of resolution, albeit hazy as f**k and just out of reach. File this record somewhere between Actress, Rezzett, Spectre, Anthony Shake Shakir and Rabit...