As proud midwives to the beat, Glasgow’s Electric Eliminators crew stand with chests puffed out and massive cigars clamped in shit eating grins to proudly present their Fortified label’s debut 12” from Loops Haunt. Miscengenistic old mother bass, has gone and squeezed out another pup whose progeny is as diverse as it is heavyweight. With DNA originating in Detroit, Sheffield and South London running through this little bugger like “Blackpool” through a stick of rock it’s hard to get a grip on where it’s coming from exactly, especially with this new young producer cramming more twists and turns in one track than many manage in a whole career. This is as it should be. This mutated offspring of bass music diversifies beyond the grubbily aristocratic wobble and skank of the past by blending in a viscous electrified rubber tension and churning glitch to the mix that could only be a result of the creation of a sound forged from the narcotic throb of the Scottish dancefloor. There’s plenty of snarling bass dynamics and nigh-militant stepping to be found across the 12, coupled with the controlled snap and crumbling electronic decay of LP5 era Autechre which laid atop the lads solid hip hop foundation makes this some truly forward music for mind and behind. Opening cut “Rubber sun grenade” proceeds like a thousand rubber balls being bounced around a tight alley before dropping shoulder to bounce and skew it’s way into a maniacal synth doom flex step finale. This is followed with the ghost worrying bass twisting of “Proton Pack” which seems to listen in on a group therapy session for crack addicted transformer robots.For the flip you get the halting pulse and weave of “Huarache”, slapping you around like the palm of a huge electrified rubber hand urging you to perform those skank gymnastics you only break out when your sure its either very dark or no one is looking. “Dusk Mechanics” closes proceedings by getting Loop’s close pal and hotly tipped upstart Samoyed on the remix merging maudlin, static drenched synth sweeps with some shuffling, almost UK Funky drum patterns and subtle, writhing bass to compose the loveliest ode to working nightshift you’re ever likely to set your ears to.