He's a mysterious little brat, this Zomby chap. Similar to like-minded sinister beats-man Burial, who kept his identity secret at first, Mr Zomby prefers anonymity.
The difference between the two is Zomby is a little more highly strung. For example he's not afraid to vent his musical spleen on the internet, and musically this electronic punk is even more brazen.
Not that there is anything particularly abrasive about his music, but the way Dedication warps and morphs over the course of its 16 tracks is what makes it so tantalising (and dangerous).
You can go from the breathless, cooing dreaminess of Natalia's Song to the knee-bending glitch bop of Riding With Death, then the tinnitus-inducing claustrophobia of Vortex.
Dedication is his second album and is a more inviting but still futuristic offering.
