Bogotá body-music builder Manuel Cortes returns with a sophomore slate of politicized dancefloor schematics inspired by recent South American civil unrest, shattered bones, and the multi-tiered ruins of progress. Médula shares an eclecticism with Lunate’s 2014 debut, Far Shores, but sprawls longer and more limber, wiry workouts of dubby synth-step and coiled energies, alternately delirious, decadent, and downtempo. Some selections skew 80’s or broody but elsewhere Cortes carves up classic glitterball house, surveillance state ambient, opium den dirge, and activist jack, threading a state of the nation panorama through rhythm and sensuous sound. Mastered by Matt Tammariello.
Bogota believer Manuel Cortes conjures a specifically spare schematic of autobiographical street house. Jams emerge from visions and lived insights into lean rhythm assemblages bouncing through zones of bass, acid, ballroom, warrior funk, tripped-hop: Lunate. Like the narcotic medication his alias echoes, Far Shores shivers with a blurry pulse through wavering doses of nocturnal lament. "The Liminal," "Cold City," "Molt" – identities unravel in the numbing metropolis, chiming keys flashing like digital clocks in glass mansions. His vacancies are deep; "Pawn Shop Romance" sparkles on a cheap streetcorner runway groove but is about "people who make choices where they sell out true happiness for comfort and wealth." Across 8 tracks Lunate leaves a loose-limbed trail of late nite truths and dancefloor introspections, molting into new percussion-and-sample symbioses. Recorded in Turkey, Colombia, and beyond across the last year, and mastered by Alter Echo. Edition of 100.