Buke and Gase + Rahrah Gabor is a snappy, cocky, and witty collaboration

Rahrah Gabor is internationally known for her crackling lyrics and confident consonants, and on this album, she brings that candy-sharp wit to the buzzing electronica, tugging it into the present and to a climax.

“Taste Up”, is a really attractive song that is devastatingly short. It reminds me of the bouncy, punchy, investigational sounds of Micachu (and the Shapes too). The melody should contrast with the sharp spikes of Rahrah’s rap, but instead it intertwines beautifully like a well-blended smoothie, with poetry only the English language can provide; ‘It’s time for the percolator, you got a big dick might hurt you later’.

At times the airy vocals of Arone Dyer hover a little too high above Rahrah’s direct lyrics, and it does sometimes sound like two separate songs. Probably due to adding Rahrah’s rap on top of the already recorded track, but their pure artistry manages to keep it on the side of experimentalism and not in to the disjointed. It's like a silver thread woven into a tapestry; in keeping with the style, but it just catches your eye.

“Eggs n tea” is a piece that really celebrates Buke and Gase’s inventiveness. They modify their instruments to make them sound different to whatever they’re supposed to. If Kate Bush was to release a single today, this is what I would want it to sound like, with its pattering beat and circustral (orchestral circus – for lack of a better term) influences. If “Taste Up” is telling us to better our taste, “Pass Impasse” tells us that grunge is back, and it never went away. It walks that line of nostalgia and newness, simultaneously harking back to '90s hip-hop and new-age electronica, from Roygbiv to Moderat.

Buke and Gase + Rahrah Gabor is a snappy, cocky, witty collab, that sees Buke and Gase shifting into something catchier and more user-friendly. Whether that be for purely experimental reasons, or a conscious effort to broaden their fan base, I’m just happy they’ve made that leap. There’s not a clear message to the album, just a strong feeling of futurism and culture-clashing, and what better album-cover to plump for than an orgy of plastic doll limbs and appendages. Brb, going to better my taste.