in the primordial soup that is the space often referred to as 130bpm, there lies a lot of dull debris and dirty detritus. but amidst the scattered grey asteroids lies a small but glittering phuture-star, damu, the newest signing to bass station keysound recordings. whereas much that surrounds him is ordinary and unremarkable, damus quadrant is a glittering explosion of hypercolour and kinetic movement, emotive energy and playful pulsations. to enter into its proximity is, in the nicest possible way, to be irradiated by a kind of cosmic glow rays that leaves you fuzzy and warm. the source for this remarkable sound, developed over a relatively short period, is his infectious enthusiasm and unrelenting positivity.

freshly dressed after a double helping of made to measure goodness, aficionado size up another summer time smash for the sandal-wearing masses. keen to capture the coastal cool of the wirral peninsula, the label crack out the crystals and summon strange-wave sorceress brenda ray for another hit of her interplanetary excellence. wandering from new age haze to celestial rays on this tripped out trio, our genre blending genius takes the fourth world into the fifth dimension of psychedelic sound. our spiritual journey begins with the chakra cleansing solartude , an out-of-body beauty which bathes us in swirling flute, dreamy chimes and shimmering tape delay before sending us off towards the orient. eastern tones and hushed vocals ride a glistening sequence as this flawless fusion of exotica and dub suggests a medicated martin denny stumbling out of chinatown and into a humid mangrove. next stop on the voyage of self discovery is space dustin , a lunar lullaby for lucid dreamers which sees brenda spin fairlight mallets, celestial keys and whispered vocals into an immersive ode to the outer rim. floating free of space and time, perhaps you too can glimpse the excellent birds. over on the flipside and the temperature begins to rise. skip, hop to bop sees brenda dabbling with dub techno, setting basic channel synths and stirring strings to a skittering rhythm. dislocated and disoriented we descend into a strange subterranean world of rothschild parties, lynchian noir and muffled techno. surrounded by swirling voices, shuffling percussion grabs hold of you and all that remains is to sway.

banoffee pies return with the second in their beats series. another record featuring friends and family with label members slim. and simiah both dropping 4 sample heavy cuts, more original vocal work from the blossoming merryn jeann, and local bristol talent with a beat maker named crate head and rodn3y. mesmerizing melodies pull this rolling beat tape together with another 12 track selection of dusty head nods for your listening pleasure from a to b. a new journey for the banoffee pies camp that continues to push and collaborate musical boundaries in all directions. for the music and lovers. living room jams made in smoke. banoffee xx

oddball space disco tracks compiled from library tracks composed between 1975 and 1978. big tip!! from the early 70s to the mid-80s, this self-taught musician composed about twenty albums of production and library music with generic cover art and titles (out of the way, magical ring, keys of the future, pulsations, more and more, etc.) that evoke interstellar travel. these experimental discs, made with love, humility and rudimentary means, had no ambition other than to accompany other peoples images