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1 review | 4 people love this record: be the 5th! Oddball Pennsylvania producer Tobacco is back with his third album this week. Much like the substance he's named after, 'Ultima II Massage' isn't for everybody. For every person who thinks it's cool, there'll be another who thinks it's gross. I have to admit I'm really enjoying this album, which earned itself a "sounded pretty shit" post-it from one of my colleagues before it found its way into my ... »

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Ultima II Massage by Tobacco
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4 people love this record. Be the 5th!
8/10 Mike Staff review, 16 May 2014
Oddball Pennsylvania producer Tobacco is back with his third album this week. Much like the substance he's named after, 'Ultima II Massage' isn't for everybody. For every person who thinks it's cool, there'll be another who thinks it's gross. I have to admit I'm really enjoying this album, which earned itself a "sounded pretty shit" post-it from one of my colleagues before it found its way into my review pile.   This is electro-pop which has been deliberately fucked up with glitches and distortion into big dirty stumbling beats and flapping, crackling synths, mixing the relentless catchiness of electro and acid house with something truly filthy, like when you accidentally touch the underside of a table on a train and get some kind of sticky muck stuck to it that smells like that goop that collects inside your weed pipe.   This musical Marmite has an overdriven and heavily beaty sound which is predominantly reminding me of two things, the ecstatic distorto-synth of Parts & Labor's Dan Friel's solo stuff, and the broken big-beat party of Cherrystones.   It's fucked up "in all the right places" as the press release says, but under all the coruscatingly distorted synth tones beats a heart of pure joyous pop.

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