Raves from the English press still manage to thrust artists into the limelight, despite having cried wolf too many times to remember. But I think The Guardian is onto something with Dave I.D. This guy evidently makes Buriel look like a fame-whore by comparison, even though he does have a MySpace page, inscrutable as it may be. It’s doomy, paranoid music with indecipherable lyrics, glitchy beats, and echo dub guitars. In between proclamations of “he’s bloody brilliant”, Paul Lester describes “Why Weren’t The Message Sent” thusly: “sounds like the Beatles playing Cabaret Voltaire’s ‘Nag Nag Nag’.” If that doesn’t make you want to listen, I give up.