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# Gareth Owen on Actress – R.I.P. I have always been drawn to the thugged-out fog of **Darren Cunningham**'s music. Obtuse yet rounded, harsh but soft, his world of sound is part of a universe where nothing is quite as it seems. When I listen I find myself transported to the aether, where grain and grit clog my minds eye and time itself congeals around me. **Actress** is, to my mind, as close to psychedelic as electronic body music gets. As I find myself pulled to the deepest recesses of my consciousness, I resist my usual urge to pick the music apart, to try and understand how it is made. I don't meditate and I am only vaguely aligned with the cosmos, but I most definitely feel the tractor beam-like pull of some "other". I don't believe in ghosts, but I believe ghosts exist in the music of Actress. The specter that haunts with a muffled vocal snippet here or a snatch of a few A chords send a chill up my spine, but like a favorite horror film or desolate place, the brood and menace only serve to warm my heart. *R.I.P.* has been described as the most coherent Actress album to date. I concede that's true. But do not confuse coherent with accessible. Spine tingling hooks (of a sort) such as on 'Maze' or the **Prince**-sampling 'Purple Splazsh' are few and far between. The trajectory here feels more linear, the layers of static that conjure images of a clouds interior feel thick and dense. To say that *R.I.P.* is greater than the sum of it's parts seems too trite, though I struggle to find a more succinct metaphor for music that moves me very deeply in ways that are not easy to explain. I don't think the title is abstract. This feels like the final exploration, a last dive to the cultural titanic of rave culture. What comes next will be very intriguing. In the meantime, I recommend you reacquaint yourself with the story so far before giving this album your full attention. Actress -- R.I.P. (preview)

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