As you spiral into the clownish nightmare that is 'Red Current', it's hard to know what Lil Jabba has in store for you with Scales. The world of electronic music is a crowded one at the moment, but as what appears to be the soundtrack for a slightly disturbing dream sequence beeps into action, you can't help but feel that Lil Jabba has something of a different take on it compared to his contemporaries.

And that first impression proves right, at least in some respects. The familiar pulses of house and techno music are absent, with the music instead driven by incessantly frantic hi-hats, clicks that can't sit still, and out-of-breathe snare shuffles. If this record were a school child, it would be the one that was always out of their seat.

But across the first three tracks - 'Red Currant', 'Cavern' and 'Maven' - there's not a whole bunch of variation. The melodies bubble darkly, the beats twitch uncontrollably, and you feel increasingly like, what's kind of spooky for the listener, is a weird joke for the producer. The tracks shift through their sinister movements with impressive dexterity, but all three go about it in much the same way. You'd be forgiven for struggling to tell them apart.

It's not until 'Raiders' that there's any noticeable shift in pace or rhythm. While the hi-hat still skips along, there's a touch of hip-hop swagger to the beat's groove. The cartoonish basslines now seem to have a new purpose to them. At last, it seems Scales has sat down and focused a little.

'Echinacea' shows the producer's knack for twisting musical atmospheres, treading the line between the scary and the playful, and the last third of the record - i.e. 'Station North', 'Precision' - seems to brighten a little by comparison to the opening few tracks.

The thing about Scales is that as interesting as it is at times, and as creative as Lil Jabba might've been with his musical structures and twisted soundscapes, there's simply not enough variation here for it to be a wholly enjoyable listen. It's insatiably frantic in an irritatingly infectious manner, but there's no core, no bulky choruses or tasty hooks for it to be frantic around. It's a record that slips through your fingers. While there might be moments of production brilliance here, they're all too easy to forget once the last track's played out.

It's worth noting that Lil Jabba had originally put together an EP an was encouraged by Local Action, the label, to extend it to an album. Perhaps if it'd been left as an EP that feeling of saminess would have been avoided, or perhaps if some more time had been spent fiddling with vocals, there'd be more to hold on to.

As it stands, it's an interesting, but fairly forgettable, listen.