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Silent River my arse. Howla‘s noisy ghetto funk/dancehall rerub of Jesse Royal’s more conventional bashment banger now contains synth bass so abrasive it would make 40-grit sandpaper seem about as hardcore as a baby wipe were you to use it in your DIY. You know – the DIY you were going to do on New Year’s Day until you woke with the mother of all hangovers. I say ‘you’, I mean me. It’s also not the sort of thing I advise listening to with the mother of all hangovers either. The previous evening might have been a different story though. Cop it below…