Incorrigible self-mythologizer Seth Troxler keeps his image and his music consistent, mixing sexpot rhythms, technological mastery, and batshit irreverence with a wink and a smirk. “Hurt,” Troxler’s collaboration with Matthew Dear (from Troxler’s Panic, Stop. Repeat! 12”), brings out the best in both eccentric producers. Troxler rubs bone-dry drum machines against his and Dear’s wispy, pitch-shifted murmurings of “hurt ya” (as well as something about “Huey Lewis in the rain”), a giant tribal drum, and a moment of sparse, jazzy keys. When Troxler and Dear put their heads together, the result is dance music distilled to its humid essence.
Once upon a time, Satan shat out a crystal, squeezing it through a body cavity resembling Chinese-restaurant pork. That crystal, glowing red with embers, was Seth Troxler. As the fetal Troxler gre...check out Seth Troxler's page and other releases