After a fancy flight with Arcola, Jamal Moss comes home to Mathematics for ‘The Language of Strings’, a 14 track collection of, in his own words; “Cerebral sonics sketched out in the form of body music for the home listener” As always with the prolific Chicagoan, you may feel like you heard this one before, but pay closer attention and he still manages to keep us absorbed into his grooves with unique, natty sleights-of-hand applied to rhythmic variations and chromatic vamps that pop off across the record, serving to only draw listeners ever closer into Jamal’s parallel universe. If anything, Jamal has only gotten more prolific in recent years, but his off-the-cuff tekkers feel more efficient with it, here giving 1:1 representations of the encrypted images and instinctive calculations that scroll thru his head, mutating from brittle, bare-boned jackers to louchely hypnotic house swingers and a haul of grubbing, brukken rufige, always with those glorious chromatic arp signatures, and keeping one spicy uptempo rocket tucked away at the end.
