Gone Again

Gone Again, Akito's debut album, moves from grimy saw waves to floating mesospheres, from broken two-step rhythms into hard percussion and dancehall, without ever feeling misplaced or forced, a perfect representation of a living interaction of influences. Spirals and sequences, escalating dizzily upwards and brutally crashing back down. A catalog of experiences and intensities is carved into these tracks. It's a story of staving off the comedown and stopping by the 24-hour off-license on the way to the next place, rolling over into day two, wondering if it's too late to ever reset the imbalance of a few years of extremes. But it also holds out the mad thrill of being able to reach and sustain those levels, of making it to the next city for another night, or cloud-watching on a long-haul plane deeply enough to forget that the escape is only going to be short-lived. Every time a moment of angst is released into the album, whether through a distorted, punishing tom or an unsettled, homeless melody, a burst of optimism recuperates it.