It's difficult to be well versed about artists who are so unbelievably diligent about the amount of information they give to their listeners. You can prise and sift all you want, but there's little to find about Dean Blunt, so let's just be thankful that his body of work speaks volumes. From a career that came to fruition by work in his band, Hype Williams, Blunt has begun to dawdle off of the curb with his own brand of tantalising R&B. The record Narcissist II was originally released as a free mixtape last February, however, now it has been re-mastered, re-mixed and re-packaged under the backing of label, Hippos In Tanks, we can see an absolute form.

Bells of dissonance and crashes of desolation create the backdrop in which a couple's routine argument sets itself against; Narcissist II begins to open its eyes for the very first time. Adjusting to the light, prominent analogue characteristics emerge: the warming crackle of spinning vinyl, warped non-committal pitches, and synthesiser sounds which were birthed pre-commodore 64. Blunt creates an idiosyncratic, elemental soundscape which both captivates and infiltrates for seven minutes. A seamless progression ensues and we're thrown into a dingy lounge being serenaded by the man himself.

"Let's not start a war, it's not enough."

A suitcase drum-kit, trash-can vocals and the soothing solitude of woodwind – this is a wonderful sound. The dead-pan, intelligent dialogue tiptoes within the texture, binding itself to a whirl of cyclic motifs. As we're soon thrown into the stresses of another argument, it becomes clear that to habitually cheat you out of a comatose state is an aim of the record – leave me be.

I haven't yet mentioned; there are no tracks or strict form to the album, it's merely split into side 1, and side 2 – so let's flip.

There's consistent variety in instrumentation, allowing Blunt to experiment with the development accompanying his lyrical offerings. Lines like "Look into my eyes, you aren't gonna see my cry" illustrate the lyrical style perfectly; the concept is conversational. It's an interesting vice which helps to establish a very intimate sentiment to the record. Even in its comedic or obscene moments, you know just how evasive Narcissist II can be. "I need nothing out there" produces tremors and quivers in the delivery.

The texture is gradually caressed with breaths, strings, and the scattering of fireworks – then the record enters its twenty-fourth minute. A lapsed-hypnotic drum beat begins and exchanges of sombre, staccato jazz chords are played on the guitar – the familiar voice of Inga Copeland, Blunt's Hype Williams bandmate, begins to soulfully croon. Sounding like something off of Vincent Gallo's When, emotive exchanges begin to take place between the Blunt and Copeland. "Do you recognise me, girl?" – Blunt speaks his heart from a bleak landscape of sore lost love; creating the defining moment of the album.

Copeland speaks "The Narcissist", a crowd applauds.

Narcissist II is a record of a concept nature. Dean Blunt has made bold stylistic choices regarding the instrumentation, form, and thematic content of the album; an attitude from a bygone era. In particular the emotive, frank lyrical style accesses vulnerable areas of your psyche, making you give more sweat and spittle to try and grasp the lesson he's learned. This is not a release that you'll be flipping over and restarting as soon as it the b-side tolls 'done', but instead a deep, dark account of vulnerability and contemplation.