seb wildblood

Following a breakout effort for Madtech earlier this year, Seb Wildblood returns to Church, the label he co-runs. Feel arrives on Church White, a platform for bootlegs, edits and "more melodic" tracks. That's not to say that "Feel" is some wispy, lightweight exercise. It's a somewhat melancholic house/bass hybrid with a hollow conga weaving in and out of a screeching soul sample—Marvin Gaye's romping paean to sex, "Let's Get It On"—and a smattering of classic Chicago house-style handclaps.

While the lead track is more headphone music, Apes' remix redresses the balance with a techy workout. The vocal gets throttled, the congas are drenched in echo and a scowling attack of percussion pounds it into submission. - Resident Advisor

The young producer delivers on his debut album.

Seb Wildblood is best know for Church, his rising label and South London party that gave breaks to Happa and Disclosure when few were listening. Wildblood has taken his time to release his debut album, but now it’s here as the debut release on his new SW imprint. As you sink into Foreign Parts (or rather, let it sink into you) it becomes clear that patient quality is exactly what make Wildblood’s debut such a mesmerizing listen.

After opening with the gentle, meticulously syncopated title track, he moves through six pillowy house cuts, and though these are as lush as they come, Wildblood keeps the pulse moving through the slow burn climax of ‘Moðir’ and the neon melody of ‘Gunvor’. The highlight though is ‘Moodlight’ – over warm, hanging piano chords the track gradually weaves in lonely melodies and and a shuffling drum loop. It never really builds — just turns inward, deeper and deeper until everything abruptly gives way to a weightless ambient coda. It’s a wonderfully peaceful moment on a record that delivers on the young producer’s promise - FACT

Foreign Parts is both Seb Wildblood’s first album and first release on his own SW label; a big step, then. Thankfully the Church co-founder delivers, bringing the same kind of homespun warmth his other label has built a reputation for. Eschewing the hazy downtempo house you might expect, the title track on Wildblood’s LP takes a turn in the direction of of early Efdemin or Pantha du Prince: twinkling bells skirt across a pockmarked surface of clicks ’n cuts, but a little less abstract than the mid-00s Germanic set. If this signals a return of the sound, count us in. - Boiler Room