Review: Rustin Man, “Drift Code”

I find music both challenging and satisfying to write about; challenging in that it requires a new critical dialect for best analysis, satisfying in the sense that I’ve loved music longer than I’ve loved movies and being able to talk about that is an immense pleasure. It’s just hard. Case in point: Rustin Man’s new album, Drift Code. I didn’t exactly struggle to describe this record’s sound, but I did sit back on my heels for a good long while before shipping copy off to my editor because all of my reference points sound incredibly fucking weird.

But hey, you use the words that come to your mind, right? And besides, I think “weird” is a perfectly apt way to characterize Drift Code, not in a bad way, but in a “this music assembles a really eclectic and specific group of sonic elements, and these’re the best words I’ve got to relay my experiences with it.” Basically, I dug it.

You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.