On My Troubled Mind, there’s that same absolute focus of personality—the sense of someone concentrating to demonstrate their utmost personal conviction that a Faust beat would fit just fine over a string of 808s because somehow they’re basically the same thing.
“The music I’m looking for is the stuff that will cut through your brain and just make you feel … almost overwhelmed,” Gaslamp slowly explains whether arranging cosmic abyss mixtapes like I Spit On Your Grave (Obey, 2008) or crafting his own twisted productions, including his just-released debut solo EP My Troubled Mind (Brainfeeder), Gaslamp displays a developing genius for charting hallucinatory odysseys into vertigo.
