Tracks of the week reviewed: Carter Tutti Void, Simply Red, Jimothy

Carter Tutti Void
t3.4

Sometimes you enter the void, and, sometimes, the void enters you. The second track to be taken from the final ever Carter Tutti Void record is impressively, voluptuously evil, like opening a K-hole into a club run by David Lynch and staffed by ten Trent Reznors. Controlled yet savage, they’ve located the exact point at which the squall of industrial bleeds towards the purity of techno. And it does bleed. Miss, may I be excused, please? My fear glands are full.

Simply Red
Thinking of You

Journalists slagging off Simply Red is so cliche: a low and cowardly occupation. But, by God, it’s fun. And, by God, it is necessary. Here goes: “On his comeback single, Ol’ Pink Pancakes easily limbos under any personal rock bottom to cough up this greasy hairball of Stax saxes and sub-Jamiroquai funkibollox, a concatenation of whitesploitation that arrives, finally, at something that sounds like the incidental music from an Austin Princess commercial in 1982”. See?

Jimothy
Getting Smart Freestyle

Timothy Gonzalez always sounds like he’s being kept in a lab and fed on nothing but Evening Standard millennial op-ed columnists. Here, he’s muttering to himself about the budgetary dangers of unnecessary Uber travel. I always feel like I get it. But do I really? I can’t shake the sense that, hidden somewhere within his infinite regress of meta-irony, is the unknowable iceberg of a generation gap that will soon render me culturally redundant.

Brockhampton
Boy Bye

Brockhampton may not be the Odd Future we need, but they are the D12 we deserve. As rap’s navel is excavated by the Drake-aligned sad lads, it’s been a joy to watch them gradually figure out how to resurrect rap’s long-neglected tradition of piss-taking. Boy Bye whoopee cushions in on rumba rhythms, juddering along at a pace that fills every cranny with musical gags. Just because it’s cheap doesn’t mean it isn’t brilliant value.

Craig David

Do You Miss Me Much

Ah, the season of the wistful post-Ibiza banger is now upon us. As summer droops its head, old hand Craig David blends Artful Dodger breaks with “Love Island theme” production to recall “making love till the sunrise”. At an age where most men would be content with Fire & Fury on the Kindle and a terse goodnight peck, this must have been very memorable indeed.