t’s part of the fun certainly, but Miguel Depedro and the Tigerbeat6 camp have a serious problem with quality control. Looking at the plethora of releases put out by Depedro since 1998, one wonders how many of them might have benefited from a few minutes less and a tighter hand in the editing room. But, as stated, it’s to be expected when opening up the newest offering from 606. You know you’ll be bombarded with tons of ideas, a lot of attitude and some unmitigated duds.

It hardly comes as a surprise then that Who Still Kill Sound?, an album billed as the detritus that didn’t make it on to last year’s Kill Sound Before Sound Kills You, comes off as exactly that. A few bangers. A few clunkers. And a whole lot of filler. 66 minutes of it, in fact. It’s enough to make you long for the days of artists tempering their indulgences to the amount of vinyl that could contain their music.

It starts off promisingly with “Slammin’ Ragga Bootleg Track”, which rehashes Depedro’s recent fascination with dancehall and ragga. Sounding like Soundmurderer’s Wired for Sound on crack, this and other tracks like it here work the best. That and his reverential (as reverential as he gets) “Robitussin Motherfucker (DJ Screw Rip)”.

What doesn’t work, however, are the obvious out of place “Cex Remix I Forgot to Finish” and “Live Acid Jam”, which end up sounding more like Neil Hamburger comedy bits than actual songs. “Roll With It” alternatively sounds like a Gold Chains B-side (helped out by the shared vocalist Sue Cie). That one is barely beat by the self indulgence of the thirty second John Cage homage only a few songs later.

But 606 has proven throughout his career that it doesn’t much matter what you think of the whole: it’s about singular blasts of brilliance. And with “Slammin’ Ragga Bootleg Track”, “Another Slammin’ Ragga Bootleg” and “Rudestyleindiejunglistmassive” as prime examples there’s no debating that Depedro catches some of that magic here. With that being the goal Who Still Kill Sound?, it’s safely said that the record is as successful as anything else he’s ever put out. But it also doesn’t make him any less maddening.