Jason Harmon, under the moniker Boy Fruit, seems fixated on the perversion of culture, mutilating specimens from various musical locales for the sake of a postmodern massacre. In some respects, you could liken his modus operandi to Black Dice's recent, more rhythmically inclined output, but Boy Fruit brings forth a certain trudging groove absent in what we've heard from Mr. Impossible, PUMPS! or even his like-minded contemporary First Dog To Visit the Center of the Earth. It makes one wonder: why have so few cashed in on this approach in such a fruitful time of hip hop experimentalism?
Demonology is Boy Fruit's most determined endeavor in producing instrumental hip hop, but no one in their proper headspace would dare rap over any of these 17 tracks unless in some codeine narcosis. The inconsistent cadence and pitch of "That Everything is Inevitable" give their g-funk throb an acid bath. More than ever, elements of glitch and wonky seep from the chasms Harmon has torn through his dismantled beats. "Tits & Tacos" is a claustrophobic foray, with crunches and slurps hard-panned and cutting off all access to air. Even some grime and mild wubbiness feed into the following "Dirty Feet Beat".
Though Demonology is a persistently disorienting venture, it goes about the habit of confusion in a number of ways. "Otherside"s A and B are comparatively patient, with pitched-down yelps and a flow churned like molasses. Rather than stepping on the toes of copyright law and lifting a sample from those four Brits, "Ob La Di Ob La Da" is guided by a husky horn section bound to induce nausea. Lurching about as the heaviest on mechanical drones and dismembered rhythms, "Places I've Gone" recalls Confield-era Autechre. No matter the palette at hand, it's guaranteed that the canvas will be dripping with unshaped globules.
[Boy Fruit Bandcamp]
[Stream/Buy Demonology from Debacle Records]
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