Oliver Coates' Skins n slime is not an easy listen by any means. The record resolutely chooses to veer off-track, taking a sharp turn from its predecessor Shelley’s on Zenn-La’s experimental dance influences, into barren and decaying sonic surroundings. Except, that is, when moments of pure, keening beauty snake their way through the minuscule cracks Coates has left open, like delicate plant tendrils in search of a ray of sunshine . . .
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