Kuato

Kuato’s recent material pushes deeper into their distinct world of decayed loops, broken rhythms, and shadowy sample-collage. The music feels like it’s been unearthed rather than produced — warped textures, brittle beats, and tape-worn fragments stitched into something unsettling yet strangely magnetic. There’s a sense of unease running through everything: loops stutter, melodies erode, percussion lurches forward as if assembled from half-remembered scraps.

What stands out most is the commitment to imperfection. Nothing is polished, nothing is cleaned up; the dirt and distortion are essential ingredients rather than flaws. That gives the tracks a tactile, physical quality — like holding an old cassette that’s been dubbed, over-dubbed, and left in a damp basement. But underneath the grime there’s intention: careful pacing, clever layering, and an instinct for mood over conventional structure. The result is a sound that sits somewhere between experimental beat-making and decayed ambient collage. It’s hypnotic without being smooth, rhythmic without being predictable, and atmospheric without drifting into background noise. Fans of texture-driven production, lo-fi aesthetics, and off-kilter beats will find a lot to sink into. Those looking for clarity, melody, or traditional songwriting may find it impenetrable and can happily piss off before even hitting the play button on their tape deck. If you are a listener who enjoys exploring the murk you should definitely get DISCO, because Kuato’s recent work is sinister, cohesive, and unmistakably its own magic.