Nothing

Nothing lets footwork, jungle and grime bleed into one another until the borders matter less than the sense of absence running through the record. Twelve tracks under five minutes and then 'Nothing Lasts Forever' at ten, which is where the album stops moving and starts mourning. Dedicated to the late Spaceape, it carries a weight that the rhythmic experimentation never tries to disguise. The grief sits inside the negative space as much as the vocals.

Made after Gordon's death and carrying that absence in its silences. Sparse, conceptual, and his best work as an artist alone.