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Young Magic won beefy acclaim for their debut record Melt, specifically their breakout(ish) ditty 'You With Air', which Canada's Purity Ring went on to sample in 'Grandloves'. The two acts forged a bond, and they could be frequently seen touring together in 2012/13, spilling opiate-doused darkwave sampletronica to the masses. Now the Brooklyn-based (but Indonesian and Australian born) twosome are striking out for a trek to second album country.

Breathing Statues, Melati Malay and Isaac Emmanuel's first LP without former third member Michael Italia, sees them evolve their brand of Arbutus-baiting electro, favouring a newfound fluidity. Where tracks like 'You With Air' or 'Sanctuary' had a certain degree of bombast surrounding them, and a pretty energetic pulse running throughout, Breathing Statues is a lot sleeker. It sounds like everything's been minced into a fine paste; their sound shimmers, glints in the faintest lights, shining deep blues, purples and shades of gold. It's luxurious for sure, and instead of the XXL hooks of before, they opt for a more subdued, reined-in approach where the silent gaps – however brief – are filled with expansive, gooey bass or droning ambient pads. It demonstrates maturity, and a confidence in their passion for detail that they don't have to dangle meaty synth lines as often, preferring to construct layers, textures and cinematic soundscapes á la post-rock.

'Foxglove' is a sublime cut that ventures into the realms of fantasy. It burbles, smothered in mellifluous joy with faerie-like poise, and Malay's gentle coo forces you to loosen up. It's not exactly relaxing – that relentless bassline is just slightly too ominous – but you'll be calmed nonetheless (though it's a forced, chloroform calm). There's a similar tone on the woozefest that is 'Captcha'. Off-kilter synths float above lo-fi percussion like water with oil. Imagine trying to keep hold of a hundred helium balloons – that's what 'Captcha' sounds like. It's slippery, airy and strangely frantic, despite the implied (by lugubrious synthery) serenity.

However, they still vie for grand statements on occasion. 'Mythnomer' sounds like Malay and Emmanuel have doused Blue Daisy in glue and are proceeding to enter into a galactic voodoo ritual, complete with glitchy fire dancing and narcotic tribal beats. 'Fall In' is a psycho-delic affair. The snippets of chewed-up sitar and far-flung trance vocals infer a weird semi-'90s-ness; with D&B beats underneath, this could almost be ripe for a candy flip at the Haçienda – but not quite. There's an evasive something that's distorted, mangled and wrenched which stops it from dithering into Madchester's baggy environs. Instead, it's like the the bastard lovechild of Warpaint and a sleepwalking Cornershop.

Young Magic's second full-length is arguably a more accomplished body of work than Melt, which although also very strong, doesn't have the same congealed feel. Breathing Statues is a cohesive record. The tracks gel wonderfully, sliding into one another sans effort; it's not necessarily something you have to actively listen to to appreciate. It's got the potential to be a great album you can just whack on, lay down, and zone out to. Not that it's background music at all, but rather that it can tug at your subconscious and infect your brain without you even realising it. It's a black-smoke-and-lavender-haze sleeper-agent of a record.

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