Having made the BBC’s longlist for the Sound of 2010, alongside the masterful talents of Giggs, Stornoway and a few others, I decided Gold Panda was a producer I should probably sit up and wrap my ears around. Thankfully, he’s a bit of a genius and I have managed to spend the last couple of hours infatuated by his gorgeous aural treats. Analogue degradation folded into minimal electronica gives his music an insular and comforting quality reminiscent of wrapping yourself up in a duvet on a Winter morning. His three track release, Miyamae EP, is a short but exquisite journey into this soft opulence that will stop your hands shaking and make that hard wooden stool feel like a cotton wool throne.

I don’t like to tip things for success because it makes me feel like I’ve failed if I’m wrong, but I’d just like to state that if the world has any sense, Gold Panda will have a sick start to the next decade. If he flops, fuck it, I’ll claim I tipped somebody else. Video after the jump.

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