modern sound between electro, breaks and downbeat

hypermedium bring to wax hazy, ambient electronics on a split 12” crafted by mega talents dave daved and nplgnn. pressing on yellow vinyl, download code included.

this latest work from vanity productions is a turbulence steadied to rest with care, and marks a critical high point in the project’s evolution. as the nom de plume of posh isolation’s co-founder christian stadsgaard, there is a deeply private yet fiercely empathic quality to “only the grains of love remain”. pirouetting between his collaborative work with loke rahbek as damien dubrovnik, as well as the empire line with varg and iron sight, to name just stadsgaard’s most recent activity, the inwardness reserved for vanity productions is perhaps a necessary step. that the emotive experimentation should generate such a touching soliloquy is an arresting watermark, presenting only the grains of love remain as the most eloquent work of the project to date.

to give end to his alter ego mariano marcial aka -deep mariano- gives us its latest album. a story filled with syncopated rhythms, elegant passages between techno and microhouse abstract sounds. this work completes in a collaboration with exequiel, artist of san pablo, and a rmx with a solid groove with futurist low funk bass of federico molinari.

with new wake up! ep further apart lerosa s mark of fluent, elemental and strong work offers increasingly deeper sulphuric and acid sounds. down reaching, complex grooves and rhythms give direction into solid moving tracks - where i want to dance. currently located in the emerald isle of ireland, you wonder if context gives form to lerosa s sound, a permanently sodden landscape offering the backdrop. weighty tracks such as terza persona seat layers of digital, organic beats, peals and stabs that contain the same sort of dark nourishment that staring at a black bog in connemara* might evoke. despite its wide, dark tones, lerosa s tracks always contain a dimension of upbeat empathic elements which make it so attractive, the kinda pelvic push and pull where you wish you had the foot work to pelt out some shapes. *connemara is a district in the west of ireland, the boundaries of which are not well defined

he is back! the inimitable rene breitbarth, master of thousand and one groove, expert for drilling out the funkster-norm and agent provocateur withing the smog of contemporary dullness. this is blissful like deep house, driving like empathic techno, timeless and tranchantly current, with always one fork in the others meal. supported by jeff samuel and mike monday