Florida's Denzel Cutty has been edgy and eloquent enough to deserve at least a passing glance here; "15 Loma Vista" is his third album in two years and it continues a string of sonic high points for him, from the scarred concrete of "Blood Moon" and the churning industrial groove of "Duppy" to the stark and hypnotic opening of "The Heavy Rain That Came Overnight" and the out-of-body twinkling of "Close To Me". The former is a sharp reminder of the exhilarating potential of his voice, something to which everyone around him has succumbed. The out-of-body twang of "Close To Me" is a response to the ascendency of hiphop in which the lyric is stripped back to its core – Cutty's voice remains mesmerising. Hiphop's love affair with pop has been well documented, with Meghan Huck Ø's "Every Little Thing" and Liza James's "Someone's Watching Me" proving that the obsession was in full swing even as the beats faded.

But when it comes to albums where the heart lies so firmly with the first side's chugging propulsion and punishingly unrelenting tension, it's tough to dislodge the marked individual from the loop. Even when he's delivering the lyric "I'm watching you, my friend", Cutty's flow is so consistently uneven, it's as if he's saying something extra words are hidden inside quotes. The lyric is there, but undercut by the disconcerting "blockades" and "bullshit bags".

It's instructive to contrast Cutty's strongest and most consistent track "Black" with its direct opposite, a slow building unease that proves to be a reaction to the first. Where first side's "Lonely Stars" is haunted by a distorted stuttering guitar and a distorted guitar that make for a disorienting listen, the contrasting "Black" is haunted by a quiet ominous guitar loop, ominous post-punk guitar and menacing drums. "(Desire)" is the clear choice, a beautiful outburst of guitar virtuosity and ease, almost like a spring would burst forth from nowhere. But where the first side is eerily serene, the second is haunted by an indecipherable synth tone, and the third is haunted by a driving beat that keeps the listener on their toes and keeps the confusion of what's happening going on.