Like classic Detroit house, Oh Jabba starts out with a gritty kick and sparse Rhodes hits. Followed by low-fi crunchy snares, staccato synths and big claps, until the synths waves wash ashore. At about 2 minutes in, we get some new melodies, overlapping nicely. At this point, your like “Ok, dope. This dude is on some shit”, then your blind-sided by a 16th note jazzy acid bassline that leaves you and your crew with some stern facial expresions. This track continues breathing, pulsating and writhing. I’m looking forward to hearing this loud.