The first most non-geeks heard of James Blake was in October, when he flayed a Feist deep cut, stuffed it with dubstep's dank sub-bass, and left the seams raw and exposed. On one hand, his "Limit to Your Love" was a public capstone for a year in which Blake curated three EPs of his itchy, precocious electronic music for an audience of rock critics and beat-mining head-nodders. But it also provided evidence that this otherwise private kid had his fair share of entrepreneurial aptitude. Blake's cover might be bleak as hell, but it's... More >>>