Never mind the spoken word: “THIS IS NOT A SPOKEN WORD TAPE,” announce Georgie McVicar and Laurel Uziell in a note accompanying their eponymous debut as egg meat. Across five unsettling tracks, the experimental London musicians take recordings of radical poet and essayist Danny Hayward and slice them into slender ribbons; “Climate and Resilience” represents the thrilling and disconcerting climax of the EP.
Part rush-hour floor jam and part meditative mental fuck, the track spins simultaneously at two different speeds. The atonal groove is a glassy version of Robert Hood’s Motor City minimalism, but it moves forward with an unbalanced, lame cadence; the three-on-four drum pattern feels like something has been excised from the beat, the beat dangerously stuck with an uneven seam. But where the drums rush, Hayward’s equally shaved voice positively creeps, the syllables drop and turn to jelly. Sentences slowed down and scrambled, unintelligible, arise as from the depths of a feverish dream; simple words surface, like rotten logs in a rising tide, and slip under the darkness. And then, after four minutes and a change from that disorienting whirlwind, it just ends halfway through, leaving you wondering what just happened.