Flying Lotus - Los Angeles

This richly-textured record throbs across seventeen tracks, crinkling and crackling, kicking and pumping, culminating in an unexpectedly gorgeous ode to the eternal life. Los Angeles is a record to hear through mega-headphones at the back of the bus on the hottest day in September. It’s a record full of palpitating snare drums and wistful purrs that switch between moods without warning. It’s one of the year’s electronic monsters, marrying together Pete Rock’s hefty kicks with Animal Collective’s frayed atmospheric fibres, to some effect.