it has been a year since we last heard something from him, but in the meanwhile things have been sweltering beneath the surface. last we saw him, he vanished into a sculpture that bended the rules of our three dimensional reality. finally, here we are. being stuck inside a rusty hypercube trying to find your way out, crawling around the different tunnels all leading to new spaces that puzzle the mind. tangible, tactile shapes forming a comprehensive physical world without containing a discernible contour. flat pictures that once inspected transform into multidimensional spaces. the room fades into infinity, and all that’s left is an overdose of sensory stimulation. but dont worry. quince is here to help you find your way out. after an album on delsin, releases on music man, kompakts speicher series and his track europe on our somewhere compilation, quince is back after a short hiatus on something happening somewhere with a four track killer no filler ep that oozes character out of every sweaty pore. making the kind of records you still remember after an intense club night slowly comes to an end, quince presents a diverse pallet of sounds to choose from. rif provides perfect sturdy dance floor material with quince’s compelling groove trusting alongside splintered melodies and detroit influenced synth sounds producing a sense of undeniable optimism. b1s coitus shares a similar punch, combining raspy synth stabs with a detuned bell pad giving the feeling that youre sucked into a wormhole propelling you towards an unknown location.