Despite his now-groaning mantelpiece of awards, Flume's production and synth skills have almost been too good, with little to give him a definite musical identity of his own. Almost counter-intuitively, the 'alt.crooning' of Faker helps, as the voice seemingly knows when to drop away for those crafted cut-and-pasted layers of Flume's found-and-made sounds to gain a distinct character. Drop The Game's echoing modern noir, and the heightened longing of What About Us manage to be both machine and flesh, and be somehow separate from the works under their individual names. This could be the future.
