Audiopile Review: In operation for the past decade, the Peak Oil imprint got an immediate profile bump after issuing several of the now sought after albums of finely tuned minimal dub techno from the mysterious Topdown Dialectic project. The label has garnered even more attention since then, dropping last year’s beloved debut LP from Purelink, which made a lot of year-end lists, skyrocketing in price on the online flipper market (our restock of that lands this week!). That deserved hype seems to have given everyone the grip sweats—this new album from Wrecked Lightship selling out on pre-order even before the whole album could even be heard in its entirety. We’re here to confirm that the itchy trigger finger has paid off for those who copped early. Wrecked Lightship are a duo comprised of two stalwarts of the UK bass & dubstep scenes, both bringing their decade-plus experience of pressurized subwoofer workouts to this absolute doozy of an album. Stuttering, near drill & bass level intensity gnash up against flighty melodies, each tracked buoyed by woozy orbs of bass, pulling this into the crossfire between IDM, dubstep and d&b. Edition of 300, housed in the classic Peak Oil jacket with lenticular artwork, now sold out at the source. We’ll certainly sell out of our allotment here, only question is; will you be fast enough?

UK duo Wrecked Lightship debut on Peak Oil with a six-track slate of cyber aquatic alien bass music as placeless as it is precise: Antiposition. Comprised of Laurie Osborne (Appleblim) and Adam Winchester (Dot Product), the pair share a fascination with destabilized rhythm and retro-futurist dreaming, smudging dub, drum n bass, synthetic tribalism, and kinetic sound design into fresh electronic frontiers.

Antiposition both refines and refracts the project’s vision. From wobbly interstellar ascension (“Hex”) and cavernous industrial dub (“Bizarre Servants”) to junglist murk (“Sunken Skies”) and fractal shuffle (“Diminished Ark”), Wrecked Lightship move between haze and hyperspace, mythos and mystery. It’s less deconstructed than reconstructed, fashioned from galactic debris and congealed by the gravity of outer spheres.