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25 jahre fetenhits - inklusive queen, oasis, abba, kylie minogue, bloodhound gang, lenny kravitz und vielen mehr auf 4-fach vinyl im klappcover!

vakant comes back with a very special release from an unknown group of creative entities. three cuts of tribal space techno weaponry aimed at the dancefloor. we have received a message from entities lost in between the stars in the vacuum of interstellar space. the transmission was encrypted in an ancient code we were able to translated into frequencies understandable to earthlings. a psychic telegram has been sent to us, activating the body and the mind, divided into aggregations of codes that form three tracks of straight in your face, high-octane fueled, acidic tribal techno, riding on solid bass lines, trippy synths, shiny percussions and abstract ambiences.

foam fangs could be a term used to describe silks preferred take on that too-easily dismissed 70s dancefloor dementia of disco – the soft bite, love nibble, mirrorball on steady/ready perma-revolve. jesse reiner (jonas reinhardts first mister, alongside past/part-time collaborators like phil manley of trans am and damon palermo of mi ami/magic touch), who never quite had the kranky krinkle of his ohm-ambient labelmates, travels head-on, tomorrowland-style, through long-form cosmic moroder constellations of >foam fangs<. nothing frothy about it, though there is a bit of the rubbery in reiner’s bounce-about, cool, funky kraut-disco. suddenly we are beaming back to a time when the world looked forward, envisioning a 21st century decked with silver, chrome, and neoprene. it is a sonic space both transparent and shiny, the metallic ding and cold ribbon of data, scrolling through infinite space. the opener, >foam fangs<, transports us instantly into an ever-expanding universe of sound and light at once fanning out and folding in on itself. variations on that theme continue as the jonas journey oscillates through the beat-beyond.

pingipung are proud to present >unframe<, the debut album of the young russian duo wols. while self-proclaimed insiders have mainly kept their ears tuned to releases from the uk, a lively dubstep scene has been thriving for years in the russian federation. and so wols bring more to the floor than just a bass whip

vinyl 1 from the great dmx krew longplayer ghost bubbles

terrestrial funk is back once again, switching it from classic reissues to some lush new work by the legendary uk producer who needs no introduction, dmx krew.

redshape returns to his own label with a retrovisionist release that looks back in time as much as it looks forward to the future. revving up on the a side is shift, a propulsive hurtle to the final frontiers. starting off ominously with just drums, bass and a pollock splatter of toms, the track is soon overrun by an army of relentlessly running basslines, let loose to steer in and out like searching headlights on a dark and endless highway. with a heavier kick, the track shifts into top gear with pensive pads soaring overhead, mesmerising squeaks and his signature attention to percussive detail. on the flip is drive, which switches gears down a notch as an astrospace cruise along intergalactic coastlines - from summery california to shiny coruscant. a rounded pounding beat with heavy sub bass bounces along to a breezy tropical melody and spacious percussive work, before riding off into a cinematic sunset that is as nostalgic as it is hopeful of the c oming dawn. once again on the edge of spatial sound but grounded in analog warmth, redshape has presented a revision of classic record productions that truly punches as it is meant to be felt and heard - on wax. recommended!

already support by paul johnson, matthias zimmermann, hardrock striker, korgbrain …
returning to his machines for the second ep on his own imprint godot lab. records, arminj decided to go on a journey, to take what’s coming from abroad. the foreign inspiration ep is built as following: the face a for africa and the face b for brazil which might give an idea in term of the record’s artistic direction and sonorities. for a launch forecasted in winter, this could be considered as a sunny break during a rainy and cold afternoon of january. groovin latin bass and tribal percussions will give you the want to head directly to the closest shiny place and to enjoy your time there while we keep mr godot risin’.

imagine, you are sitting on a fluffy couch after taking the >pill that makes you larger< and having some great optics... what would be missing? some sound, eh? so here is the right dose of beats for that kind of setting: the new 10-track self-titled album by saskatchewan based artist virtual flannel. fragments of hip/trip-hop, catchy synths n basses and distorted kicks n snares are mixed all together in a booty-shakin funky way of slowmo-idm. in case of spontaneous need for movement, listen to that album louder than ever before and start moving your assssss...
á limited Èart packÇ including 1 cd, 24 stickers for reclaiming the streets with vf!-stylez, 3 dutone - risograph-printed posters (size a3) and 1 pair of shiny 3-d glasses for the right optics on all that stuff
á printed and assembled by noorden/cologne
á including download-code for flac/mp3/etc.

label boss fluen delivers the latest ep from barcelona label vinyl did it, and takes off with the title track, guayaga. warped marbles burble along shiny dance floors giving way to flashbulb lights as classic house percussion washes the room. soon we are sweating to a workout of layered synths and vocal hooks as the energy builds. a clean cut house vibe sure to sit well in a properly constructed set. the edit by youandme gets dirtier with some pop-locking stuttered uprock snare hits, head bobbing bass, and dramatic fuzzed chord stabs. vocals get snipped up diced with in background chatter as percolating random percussion and dubbed out drums fan the flames of this eyes-closed groove. ripped reversals give way to a main line that will have the drink stirrers throwing their hands up, with a final warm wash of smiling chords perfect for bringing a set to a close, or taking it to the next level! on the b side, give me mores spastic clatter forms the backbeat for this classy house slab, with sleek dubbed out organ chords descending into the depths only to resurface under a vocal call to action. a short break and an oldschool snare lets the house heads know its about to get serious. the hook of yeah! drops over a bouncing bassline, soliciting whistles and whoops from the crowd, with hi-hats and added organinc percussion fills jacking up the oldschool vibes

this is the second outing and thing are getting really dirty on this one. next to viper xxl and dariush gee we have a handful of new players with the talent to drop severe, evil blasting techno. the killfactory plant is working at full capacity, delivering a shiny new floorfiller and brainkiller