When Chris Clark dropped his last album, Body Riddle, in 2006, it was the unmistakably twitchy product of a producer labouring for months in a Berlin bedroom, and its lush and melodic properties singled him out in the mechanically obsessed glitch techno scene.
Turning Dragon, however, doesn’t share that slaved-over-software vibe. It’s Clark coming out of the bedroom and into the club, noticeably influenced by the hyper-compressed Ed Bangers sound currently in vogue. That’s not to say he’s lost himself while aping a trend. A song like Hot May Slides, for instance, offers the kind of thick brushes of soundscape you’d find on Riddle. But most of Dragon pumps with aggression, imposingly complex rhythms and big beats that demand a nightclub system.