Hanz - Reducer (2015)

Hanz is the Plato to DJ Shadow and Wax Tailor’s Socrates. The elements of atmosphere are clear in Reducer: people are drinking tequila in a parked car, hazed by a sticky resin cloud, and fiending on some pal-vibez. Practicing social etiquette is dying in modern society; CUT TO: Tinder, REMOVE friend request, “follow me back.” “BUT, OLIVIA!! I LUVVVV YOU” *atop plastic slide* and miles of middle fingers. Although Because I’m Worth It dubbed NYC the fuck out at Cameo Bar sometime when I was shaking my head, copeland’s album appeared, and everything was completely post-BUG-dub from then on. Like, the current and before/after Duppy Gun: Hanz creates bathdub in Reducer that gets spatial while caving in your skull with PG-rated b-/cleats of sampling. Hanz has taken your worst childhood nightmare and turn’t it into an audible hallucination of adventure, leading you down corrosive corridors of music that were only familiar in a dimension of yourself. We are all planets/islands of our own being. Here’s Hanz’s space in the form of Reducer. Will you take the quest?