saved records present the fourth installment of their acclaimed collection sampler series, collection d. featuring a diverse selection of artists, only two of which are close members of the saved family, the ten-track collection welcomes a host of new friends with a heavy focus on new and emerging talent. perfectly summing up the ethos of the label, these fresh producers unleash a collection of uncompromising, underground club-leaning bombs.

from the tropics comes whiskey disco, a sneaky re-edit label bent on dredging the decanter for diffident dancefloor genius from latent disco perpetrators. it is loosely connected to sleazy mcqueen and his assorted cohorts.
whiskey disco #26 dreams of the future. we went searching in outer space and found disco. whiskey disco alum, osmose, is joined by newcomers terrence pearce, mr mython and falcon punch on this 4 song compilation of standup, get down disco and boogie edits.

are you feeling energetic? actually, dont even bother answering. because after hearing robert dietz >soup opera< youll have stamina for days. its a charging, standup bass burner that puts house sounds to techno purposes, its a wolf in sheeps clothing, a rainstorm at the open-air-a monster, simply put, that leaves you drenched and grinning from ear to ear!

l delay is all about the drama—but at the same time, its skipping hi-hats and ringing bells suggest a carefree spirit and a supreme lightness of touch. talk about a duality: a cloak of reverb sucks the track perennially towards the dark side, but from the gleeful syncopations to the cheekily sampled live instruments, everything else opens up to the light like a morning yoga position. there s no funny business here, just tight rhythms and emphatic phrases that command bodies to move. its a monster of a track, but it must be of the loch ness variety, because youll never see it coming. on the flip, >frost< —haunted by the same high, lonesome string note as >l delay<— might be even more energetic, if that s possible. the high end has been smoothed down, and some of the roughhewn chicago edge of its companion tune sanded smooth, but its crazily syncopated standup bass line and distant, answering keyboards is all muscle, tensed and ready to explode. spacious drum tracks clear the floor for flashes of tambourine and handclaps so dry you can taste the salt on em. again, no nonsense is the name of the game: just raw, unadulterated funk with an ear for playful rhythms and limber moves

bootleg of dizzee rascal s >standup tall< with a dub mix on the flip….