4ad brings the 1982 debut album from cocteau twins back to vinyl.

komponist und filmemacher anthony tombling jr aka cuts arbeitete bereits mit fuck buttons, james holden, haxan cloak und wire zusammen und veröffentlicht nun den soundtrack seines experimentalfilms “exist” auf village green (cd, zwei vinyl-eps). inspiriert von einem h.p. lovecraft-gedicht, erkundet der 40-minütige film die phänomene albträume und schlafparalyse. cuts’ musik basiert auf düsterer electronica mit einflüssen von mogwai und my bloody valentine. der track “bunsen burner” wurde bereits in ivor novellos prämiertem soundtrack zu alex garlands sci-fi-meisterwerk “ex machina” eingesetzt.

komponist und filmemacher anthony tombling jr aka cuts arbeitete bereits mit fuck buttons, james holden, haxan cloak und wire zusammen und veröffentlicht nun den soundtrack seines experimentalfilms “exist” auf village green (cd, zwei vinyl-eps). inspiriert von einem h.p. lovecraft-gedicht, erkundet der 40-minütige film die phänomene albträume und schlafparalyse. cuts’ musik basiert auf düsterer electronica mit einflüssen von mogwai und my bloody valentine. der track “bunsen burner” wurde bereits in ivor novellos prämiertem soundtrack zu alex garlands sci-fi-meisterwerk “ex machina” eingesetzt.

ghosts inside stands as ekin fil’s most arresting recordings to date, written during a period of personal despair with an oblique poetry of sadness cascading through the songs. it’s an introspective sound, completely turned in on itself and tuning out the socio-political tumult of her native home in istanbul. in confronting psychic distress, heartache and depression, ekin fil blocks out the rest of the world to concentrate on the immediate issues of human relationships and their many complications. allusions to catharsis flicker through the sullen, narcotized beauty of ghosts inside, updating the mood found on those classic 4ad albums of the 80s (i.e. garlands, it’ll end in tears, lonely is an eyesore, etc.) orbiting the spheres of grouper, lovesliescrushing and stars of the lid.

past midnight. empty streets. from an ill lit doorway a sound. a woman. shadow. a scent. drawn into one. smoke and synthesizer music swirls. bionda e lupo. crossing the threshold, tripping into twilight. analogue emotion, styles twirled like garlands. nervous shuffles and the touch of fingertips. weaving, bodies twirl as morning shoulders into night. the realisation. the edge of eyes. curl of lip. the click of heels with creak of floor. feeling flows, ebbs, cascades and floods. lipstick and heavy perfume. two forms swimming in currents, bending to one another in the warm glow of aging speakers. breath and pulse quicken. electricity spiked with passion. the final embrace. whispered promises. a kiss.

it is jam citys turn to deliver a batch of sweaty, streamlined dancefloor weapons on the 6th installment of the club constructions series. the minimalism and intensity of jersey club music remains a huge influence on the whole night slugs camp, and while jerseys impact can be felt across the cc series, jam city channels those devastating ghostly kick drums like none other. continuing on from where he left off with club favourites *the courts* the *how we relate to the body*, jam drops 5 lean and intense drum workouts build from scrap metal and primed for warehouse use. they move between thudding midrange persistence and just-sub-and-air minimalism, framed by jammed drum machine rhythms and splashes of re-sampled colour. jam decorates these sturdy and well-deployed undercarriages with silvery detail, percussion fragments, broken talkboxes, whispered vox and simple, beautiful chords.

jon mcmillion steps aboard the zoombezoom ship as it sets sail into a sea of dreams of future past. he gently weaves the sounds of jazz piano and disco organ loops with darkly glittering garlands of drum computer sequences and moody bass lines he journeys far to shine light onto deep emotions and inner beauty.