Toobris THE SILVER PLATTER STRIKES AGAIN EP

Toobris lands on NIX with a luscious helping of dancefloor readiness, brimming with organic percussion and haptic beats scaffolded around provocative naughty-stepping low end pressure.

A relatively fresh character with a steady output, truly in the midst of honing his niche of tight compositions with wonderfully fast paced energy and playful phrasing, challenging banal business-techno ideas with fresh effervescent sound design and a keen understanding of how to shape a four to the floor beat into something irresistibly groovy.
Solid forward motion and attention to detail throughout without over cooking the elements perfectly balanced to keep the body well and truly electrified, providing the means to indulge in a fully twisted dancefloor flowstate.

This one will can tease even the most stoic of ravers into a cheeky hip bump and leg pump.

Opening up with a sleight of hand roller, ‘Watering My Garden, Occasionally’ slides gracefully into pole position with swathes of ambience floating atop a pressurized pump, alluring to a sense of euphoria before whipping out the carpet beneath, revealing the gargled inner workings of this jittery tool.
The pump remains but it takes on a more maleficent stance as the clouds disperse and sinister ticking gives way to acid spiralations, plunging into the vortex of this hypnotic tunnel rider.

‘Lift Me Up’ wastes no time in asserting its dominance with a no silly-business approach to drum and bass sound design on a techno sensibility.

Jiggly low end underpins the groove as soft bells ring out through the mist, hooking you into the trance as you sit perched at the precipice, peering into the void as a sweaty tangle of disembodied limbs extend from a club haze, snapping perfectly to the beat into impossible positions, all the while battered by the unrelenting plump tubular motif.

The B side follows on with nothing less than a minimalistic masterpiece, ‘The Silver Platter Strikes Again’ is an absolute bare bones roller at its most raw and raucous, the skeletal rhythmic structure coasting effortlessly through a spine-chilling, barren soundscape.

Spooked out glass resonance tubes, contained in a 4x4 chamber of unflinching snappy hi-hats, all ticking away with micro flourishes to keep the groove moving, adding the most essential swing whilst off kilter plonks dip in and out of the perpetual forward motion of this after hours discombobulator.

One final whip from the tail end, ‘Mezzema’ rings in for a final bout with those signature tight punchy kicks still ever riding. Crumbling stairs unfurl beneath your feet as the unseen beckons you forth into the final chamber.

Low rolling toms form a naughty groove beneath the frenetic, mesmerising tones that tiptoe throughout. High end percussion is stripped right back in place of a deathly radioactive crackle, just as it seems that all light is sucked into the void, the melodic reprise resonates out into an open field of some space-facing goodness before a sharp drop back into the darkness for the last leg of this ravers fever dream.

Toobris’ lurky atmospheres and rhythmic cadence are present throughout as he grows his own breed of high end productions whilst paying homage to the overarching sonic legacy of the techno continuum.

Here we see him hit his stride with meticulous sound design in a substantial package of focused productions, further demonstrating his attention to detail and control over the motions of the dance.

-Words by Sam aka FoxMind.[info sheet from distr.]