Meat Beat Manifesto, ‘Autoimmune’ (Metropolis)
Jack Dangers’ industrial-identified ensemble was dipping deadpan samples into the deepest dub years before post-rock indie bands and post-jungle dance subgenres caught up. And on their 12th album, Meat Beat’s bottom end still holds weight. Chopping and occasionally screwing jazz horns, electro blips, Radio Hong Kong sound bites, and back-masked slogans into a wobbly blur, the groove picks up momentum whenever reggae toasters rhyme gruff and grimy on top. Guest rapper Azeem’s boxing namechecks feel more forced, and the last several tracks fade shapelessly into the background.