U is lost in time. Records, U has theorised, are portals to the time when the music contained therein was created. When the record is sampled it is possible to capture that moment in time then manipulate it electronically to create a whole new point in the space time continuum. So U, the stray inter dimensional traveller, pinpoints moments of time that are of interest to him and keeps kindled the flickering and, yes, often waning hope of finding a way to return to his appropriate epoch.

U’s output genuinely defies categorisation. Perhaps, strictly, he should be more methodical selecting records to sample considering the seriousness of his predicament yet he invariably drifts towards his current musical, historical, anthropological and artistic obsessions. These inclinations have transported him to the grand orchestras of 18th century Vienna, sordid warehouse raves, the breakup of the giant, unified landmass that would become Europe and further back still to the primordial sludge that strained hopefully towards the sun’s warmth and leaned into the light of the future. It has been mooted that the electronic splicing and reorganisation of these moments in history may even point to future events.