I’m late to the Scraps party, so I didn’t know what to expect when I saw that the always dependable Moontown Records had chucked something new up on their Soundcloud. Maybe some broken pop, or the sounds of deranged noise punk? Instead, Scraps is a refreshing six minutes of washed out, gooey disco, paired with blitzed synths, and a voice that could cause world leaders to weep.
It’s soft, comforting music in the vein of Holy Balm and Superstar, slow enough to sink into but still full of little jabs here and there to keep you awake and interested. It’s hypnotising, calming, a way to take that heart beat from a potential seizure to a rate that resembles something normal. At the very least, it’s a way more effective comedown alternative than that hippie kale diet yoga shit that those fucks from Bondi keep squirting on about.