Like all his various pseudonyms, Matthew Dear’s False project deliberately strays from the pack rejecting the path of least resistance in order to pursue an altogether more complex agenda. With a cruising radius of around 8 minutes, each of the three tracks that make up the new Love Letters EP delivers a very specific message, ranging from the metallic, tribal groove of the title track to the rolling, hypnotic techno of Practice and on to the looping, hybrid house of Fieldleft, proving once again that he’s among the most inventive, enterprising and versatile producers around. As with the Fed On Youth EP and the accompanying 2007 continuous play album, it’s the juxtaposition of loose, mechanical beats with the devastating rush of efx-laden breakdowns that make False so alluring. From the subliminal hiss that constitutes the background the dark, dusty grooves explode out of nowhere, creating a set of circumstances where the collective will of the dancefloor is subjected to forces beyond its control, inducing a state of total surrender. His subtle use of processed vocals lends an earthy, organic quality to the otherwise synthetic storms on offer and in the case of Love Letters they infuse the groove with affirmative shouts and low, indecipherable chants that conjure images of some bygone psychedelic ritual. It’s an edgy, mid-tempo affair with typically fragile glassy bleeps skating back and forth across the metronomic rhythm section before the voices start stretching and contorting beyond description as Dear slowly increases the intensity, adding new layers and understated tweaks to the arrangement in the process. On the B-side, Practice skirts the darker side of the moon as Dear implements another memorable motif that lies somewhere between the realms of music and speech.Like all his various pseudonyms, Matthew Dear’s False project deliberately strays from the pack rejecting the path of least resistance in order to pursue an altogether more complex agenda. With a cruising radius of around 8 minutes, each of the three tracks that make up the new Love Letters EP delivers a very specific message, ranging from the metallic, tribal groove of the title track to the rolling, hypnotic techno of Practice and on to the looping, hybrid house of Fieldleft, proving once again that he’s among the most inventive, enterprising and versatile producers around. As with the Fed On Youth EP and the accompanying 2007 continuous play album, it’s the juxtaposition of loose, mechanical beats with the devastating rush of efx-laden breakdowns that make False so alluring. From the subliminal hiss that constitutes the background the dark, dusty grooves explode out of nowhere, creating a set of circumstances where the collective will of the dancefloor is subjected to forces beyond its control, inducing a state of total surrender. His subtle use of processed vocals lends an earthy, organic quality to the otherwise synthetic storms on offer and in the case of Love Letters they infuse the groove with affirmative shouts and low, indecipherable chants that conjure images of some bygone psychedelic ritual. It’s an edgy, mid-tempo affair with typically fragile glassy bleeps skating back and forth across the metronomic rhythm section before the voices start stretching and contorting beyond description as Dear slowly increases the intensity, adding new layers and understated tweaks to the arrangement in the process. On the B-side, Practice skirts the darker side of the moon as Dear implements another memorable motif that lies somewhere between the realms of music and speech.