New Black Acre special armed response unit returns with a party rocker celebrating an era the artist is too young remember and the A&R was too high to remember.Pumpin Like Reeboks: An adrenaline soaked dose of pure nosebleed speed garage rave crossbred with Dubstep’s bassonics and 90’s b-boy swagger. Raffertie hits his stride with his most accessible & anthemic work to date. Pounding 4x4 kicks bounce off Cylon bass cannon blasts and Crashing 808 claps battle rave sirens for dominance of the air space. Clipped vocal edits and pinpricks of distorted noise are littered though out this blood pressure raising carnival ride as a constant reminder that this is party music with intellect. Vomit Riddim: Balance is often achieved by the juxtaposition of opposites, so as the perfect Yang to Reeboks Ying we present Raffertie at his most disorientating and upsetting. A neck breaking kick-snare combo bounce along the foundations as walls of distorted and tangled noise are conjured from the dark alchemist’s sonic cookbook. The source of this barrage on the senses is the soundtrack to a night gone very wrong. Culminating in what could be described as the sounds of a robot vomiting out the pixelated nightmares of Wall-E. But don’t be fooled, embrace the fragmented world and it will open up exposing small rays of light in the form of beautifying and subtle synth work.