official reissue of coils melancholic 1996 experimental ambient album. dense and textured soundscapes for those whio shiny darkly. the double vinyl release is housed in a gatefold sleeve and comes with download code included.

the new project of japanese dj/producer yukihiro fukutomi. he is well known as a pioneer of the japanese house/dance music scene. his career started as the dj of legendary club gold in the late 80s, and started productions from 1990. his works are known worldwide, releasing on king street, irma and jcr. foog is a project inspired by his musical roots old school chicago,detroit techno,spiritual jazz,progressive rock�he makes fourth dimension sounds with digital synths and real vintage keyboards. 4040s rhythms and textures are inspired by spiritual jazz, this would be great stuff for fans of henrik schwarz,carl craig,and the deep space sound

2023 pressing on transparent purple coloured double vinyl.

for michigander s fifth release, brian kage delivers four solid dance-floor fillers, each infused with a unique blend of melodic detroit soul, intelligent acid and perfectly mixed percussion. each offering teleports the listener into a future where social distancing has finally abated and celebration can commence. lockdown starts the record off with undulating 303 bass notes that groove around in a circular arpeggiated formation until hypnotic 909 percussion breaks through with echoing claps and weaves together a tale of futuristic tension building. hold on pain ends features a stabbing analog synth-line that repeats a half-beat phrasing contrasted with slamming technical percussion, a heavy kick and a lush pad that is perfect for late nights in a warehouse. that woman from michigan contains gentle swinging upbeat percussion and deep soothing chords with samples of governor whitmer asking all michiganders to do their part and join together in solidarity. a subtly modulating acid line builds tension into a perfectly resonating crescendo. f.u covid19 - an ominous swelling pad rips across the dystopian horizon as swinging rimshots build around a deep pulsing kick and a dirty mono synth swirl. echoing vocal samples punctuate this acidic frenzy until the tension falls away giving dancers an opportunity to catch their breath before the next round of infectious rhythmic groove forces the hypnotic spell to intensify.

it�s been three rough years since mirrors for psychic warfare sprang into existence with their startling self titled debut, but don�t think for a second that the time was spent idle, this unit (comprised of neurosis� scott kelly and producer sanford parker) constructed an even more unnerving and destructive record with �i see what i became,� i know, hard to believe. over the course of these eight bile-rich pieces a sonic abattoir is erected, exploited, and razed. turbulence rises and churns giving way to rhythmic machinations, lights flicker, a grand mal/guignol seizure besets a frog-headed snitch, blood collects in a stainless steel gutter. claustrophobic sudor that evokes all you held dear from skinny puppy, foetus, godflesh, bath tub tina, and wondering where the fuck you will sleep, provided you ever do. there�s nothing fun here, nothing but the cold of an autopsy followed by the heat of a crematorium. a sliver of galvanized bone flies from a circular saw into the toothless maw of a streetwalking kali yuga. good or bad, i�m not sure what we did to deserve this.
limited pressing of 500 copies on white vinyl.

it�s been three rough years since mirrors for psychic warfare sprang into existence with their startling self titled debut, but don�t think for a second that the time was spent idle, this unit (comprised of neurosis� scott kelly and producer sanford parker) constructed an even more unnerving and destructive record with �i see what i became,� i know, hard to believe. over the course of these eight bile-rich pieces a sonic abattoir is erected, exploited, and razed. turbulence rises and churns giving way to rhythmic machinations, lights flicker, a grand mal/guignol seizure besets a frog-headed snitch, blood collects in a stainless steel gutter. claustrophobic sudor that evokes all you held dear from skinny puppy, foetus, godflesh, bath tub tina, and wondering where the fuck you will sleep, provided you ever do. there�s nothing fun here, nothing but the cold of an autopsy followed by the heat of a crematorium. a sliver of galvanized bone flies from a circular saw into the toothless maw of a streetwalking kali yuga. good or bad, i�m not sure what we did to deserve this.
limited pressing of 500 copies on red vinyl.

steffen baldo aka ugly drums is a german producer, dj and selecta hailing from cologne, with previous releases on rush hour, faces records and quintessentials. one of the best kept secrets of german deep house, ugly drums delivers the second release of le petit zoo, a new french label ran by pablo valentino (mcde) and lb aka labat. starting with you taught me (reasons), an acid track that keeps you on your toes, he advances smoothly to three classy deep house cuts, full of lushful synths, groovy basslines and clever hooks. tip!

3 cd compilation incl. eric morillo, giorgio moroder, mark brown

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we are proud to present the next thrilling release by co-owner pherox on slash! tims second ep named dmf-9-electric is a mixture of deep soulful and floor shaking electronic music. we call it the gentle side of techno, no wonder that one of the hottest artists in this scene john daly delivers a cracking remix to this 4-track ep. lets start with the first track road days which is dominated by deep rolling basses and floating voices creating a hi-tech energy peak time track. once you get the sudden effect of it, its gonna reveal the true freak in you, give it a try! the other title on the a-side called rude vox is a dark dream of liberty and a long voyage into the night. its clothed in moonlight and restless in wanting where the voices of children paired with strings, a ghost precedes us, a shadow follows us - each time we stop � we fall. the b-side starts with john daly s rework on the track shelter. the remix is a dark miracle of shiny blackness which has his own magic, while the sun sinks low, an h-bomb in reverse. john takes the key parts from the original track and raises them into a new context. techno-soul in its purest form. we, for one, are in ecstasy enthralled. can we convince you to smile? the whole ep ends up with the original one from pherox. the circular beat of shelter with its loaded flashy effects will heat up any dance floor for sure. boys and girls, its getting hot in here so take off all your.. or just keep doing whatever you want!

title track don t stop is a loose and playful thing that chucks loopy, circular drums, little vocal riffs, synth stabs and tumbling toms into the mix and lets them all groove along for almost six infectious minutes. its a spritely, silvery and slithering concoction that makes you shake your every limb. stare is a deeper, darker thing with rattling snares rolling over flappy kick drums and wobbling synths ducking in and out of the space left behind. its a tumultuous, drum lead affair that toys with your expectation, threatening to drop or explode but never quite doing so, instead keeping you right on the edge of your seat throughout. the final offering is nian which again has super well defined drums and hits all tumbling and sparking off each other. it s spacious stuff, too, and the indecipherable foreign language vocals add another layer of intrigue to what is already a fascinating cut.

first in is a beat heavy analogue chug rework of the rare and weird italo 7 inch *i am your master* by the mysterious italo connoisseur savino dj and dj peet need based in holland. the arpeggiating bass line digs a circular trench that gets deeper as the track marches on until you end up stuck on an island with a strange creepy midget man. music that blurs the line between disco dreams and nightmares starion is back for more on ep2. how will he make a heavier track than ep1s *another dimension*? by making *darkstar*. analogue manctalo chug at its finest. big bass line, big synth chords, big vocoder action. you couldnt get more dark disco electronic if you went clubbing with daleks and the cybermen were djing.

repitch returns with a strong 3-tracker ep from the high-acclaimed british duo and, enhanced by a remix that comes from semantica s boss svreca. the release starts with a catchy techno track that got its strength in an endearing melody and a reassuring breath-alike sound that bring us positive vibes. in the a2, svreca puts the a1 track into a black tunnel. claustrophobic atmospheres, blind and disorienting sounds with a circular attitude that you ll not see the end. on the flip, the b1 would be the pick for those who want to destroy a dancefloor. straight and distorted beats are followed by sinister whistles, pressing and complex hi-hats layers culminating in a punishing melody.