toby tobias can be found in the shadows of south london. this is his first offering for the esp institute. on side a, gravitator evolves slowly over ten minutes from a somber intro of supernatural sighs, pulsing machine feedback and techno squelches into an ethereal landscape peppered with dissonant fragments of synth. with side b’s right turn to nowhere , toby stretches out even further, flexing a tasteful programming of the 808 while taking the long road to a reverb-drenched crescendo of distortions and expansive string swells. after a prolific output of material for other quality labels around the world, toby tobias has undoubtedly re-focused his point-of-view upon his induction to the esp institute. these two songs will have you locking up your children at night.

bartellow has long been associated with the esp institute though tambien, a trio formed alongside bavarian cohorts marvin and valentino, who have released seminal dancefloor material over recent years. with his debut album panokorama, we are invited into a completely different world of bartellow s creation a place where influences become a melting pot of mood, nuance and texture, and where instrumentation is abstracted from a variety of cultures, including those that exist solely within his imagination. bartellow has found a way to merge primitivism with retrofuturism, identifying their point of intersection and reveling in their union across ten songs. while his academic background as a jazz musician certainly informs both his progressive approach to composition and non-linear production, it is his obsession with electronics and synthesis that shape his current musical climate. the title panokorama stems from bartellows visualization of the album, a surreal landscape with a foreign presence centrally embedded, a panorama punctuated by a ko, although a hybrid word that reads as nonsense, it somehow feels and sounds just right.

nancy azzurro comes out of nowhere. well, that’s not entirely true—lovefingers met her about 10 years ago on the beach near her home on the island of sardinia—but in terms of our musical orbit, she is a very private artist, creating only the purest music, straight from the heart. these three gorgeous songs were produced during her young adulthood and would become secret weapons for a handful of djs she’d meet over the following years. still standing the test of time today, they’re now finally seeing a proper release. side-a’s grace invites us into nancy’s world where disco and house collide—the live drums, percussion and bassline hold down a blanket of synth strings and wah-wahs. halfway through this epic enters a piano hook of the highest order, an emotional rush that brings together everything we love on the dancefloor, guaranteed to induce goosebumps. on side-b, she rounds out the release with the dreamlike, percussive and yugo-tinged illustrations & the large, and closes with the title track teen bee, a loopy cowbell-driven dive into the deep, filled with luscious sweeping chords and meandering keys. the esp institute is honoured to close out 2016 (one seriously heavy year) with such a beautiful and cohesive release. thank you and goodnight.

lord of the isles, a.k.a. neil mcdonald, has spent the better part of a decade steadily producing and releasing beautiful music. the esp institute has always wholeheartedly believed in neil’s work ethic and his journey as an artist who constantly refines his vision, and when we inevitably approached in hopes of working together, we were enamoured by the sheer breadth and depth of work he had in progress’. there are two types of artists. one internalises their process, endlessly perfecting their work while finding the endpoint a massive hurdle, in turn they produce immaculate yet very little art. the other is continuously inspired, so full of ideas they can barely work fast enough to articulate them all. the art becomes by-product of their larger trajectory and not just a collection of endpoints. lord of the isles seems to be both, always in an evolving state of process where the work is constantly shed to make way for the new layer growing beneath, yet he holds his cards closely, cherry picking when and with whom he releases his art into the world. neil is simply prolific. he shared with us a vast catalog of unheard beauty, which over a long span of time was collaboratively shaped into his debut album “in waves”. the title speaks to neil’s process both intimately and from afar, it speaks to the emotional ebb and flow of the music itself, and ultimately it speaks to the listener. ahead of the album’s release, we are proud to share with you the single ‘weh-in’, a mesmerizing arpeggio melody that opens and closes, purrs and barks, and plays nicely with its percussive accompaniment over more than 10 minutes. this lengthy single version of the track is joined by a dark and stormy, exclusive non-album cut entitled ‘pik’, as well as a big room rave remix by esp institute resident ian blevins, which take us to a slightly more frantic place while retaining the euphoric essence of the original.

esps second single on underground re issued and re mastered for 2014. released in original artwork in conjunction with the rights holders.

moscoman arrived at the esp institute last year with a fistful of killer tracks and an imitable recipe for hummous, since then we’ve seen his debut with the dancefloor bomb ‘akachi’ and a collaborative follow-up release with long-time cohorts red axes. we’re now excited to enter a new chapter with moscoman’s debut full-length album ‘a shot in the light’. this creative outpouring spans years of musical trials and tribulations, finally coming full circle to tell the story of an artist leaving his home in tel aviv to pursue his passions in the electronic mecca of berlin and beyond. moscoman’s unique approach evolves and devolves over the course of eight songs, enduring highs and lows yet never resting for too long in one place—thus illustrating his personal metamorphosis as well as his acute skill of giving many voices to one wild imagination. this music is deliberate, almost cheeky with a youthful sense of optimism running throughout, and even in its most aggressive moment there is always an element of hope.

moscoman arrived at the esp institute last year with a fistful of killer tracks and an imitable recipe for hummous, since then we’ve seen his debut with the dancefloor bomb akachi and a collaborative follow-up release with long-time cohorts red axes. we’re now excited to enter a new chapter with moscoman’s debut full-length album a shot in the light. this creative outpouring spans years of musical trials and tribulations, finally coming full circle to tell the story of an artist leaving his home in tel aviv to pursue his passions in the electronic mecca of berlin and beyond. moscomans unique approach evolves and devolves over the course of eight songs, enduring highs and lows yet never resting for too long in one place, thus illustrating his personal metamorphosis as well as his acute skill of giving many voices to one wild imagination. mexican cola bottle baby is our lead single, an optimistic dancefloor-filler that rides a disco rhythm, full of odd-ball percussion, over a swollen house bassline as we’re lead through clusters of synthesized mating calls via infectious melodic whistling. if there is a tune that sums up our idea of summer, bright as a cloudless day yet thick as a tropical heat, and is as wacky as we are here, then this is it.

damien lynch enjoys countryside a drive in the twilight hour. this is his second offering for the esp institute. on side a, brunette opens with a straight-ahead techno thump of hi-hats and a pulsating 16th-note bassline—a subtle playing field composed solely with a rare 1970’s italian machine, the godwin drummaker 32, unearthed from the secret back room of a music shop in rural ireland where it hid among wonderful vintage russian synths and oddball electronics. this elegant track drips with warm and phasing pads, gentle staccato keys and beautifully simple arpeggios that blur every now and then—all affirming damien’s less-is-more ideology. with side b’s forced relax, damien continues to exercise his restraint, arranging his instruments in a band-like fashion, affording each player the sonic space to project their individual qualities whilst supporting an overall dialogue. there is a soft ebb and flow to every machine’s role, whether the swelling of bass or the interplay of percussive keys, but when these characters arrive in one place, the result is a tranquil euphoria. these two songs will accept you for who you truly are.

thunder tillman is a cosmic vagabond who travels through space and time accompanied by his personal shaman. together, as if having fallen to earth, their mission is to recreate the music of their estranged home, reuniting with their brothers and sisters through an exquisite form of storytelling. while western music may have degenerated over the past 65 years, troopers such as thunder tillman continue to drill down toward an elusive core, searching for something holy while never bastardizing their art with insincere advents of technology or convenience—as is apparent throughout their immaculate analogue production on this esp institute debut, jaguar mirror. comparisons to genres like krautrock are predictable, however we feel these four songs are so heavily narrative and wildly visceral that attempting to categorize the music would be a disservice to your imagination. we implore you to lay back in a nice stereo environment and absorb the purity of thunder tillmans endeavor—appreciate their command of melody, composition, spectrum, magic and try to recall the last time you chanced upon something truly different

juan ramos lives on planet earth but channels voices from the aether. this is his first offering for the esp institute. on side a, last of the natives shows us just what we’re dealing with, a master manipulator of sound and consciousness. juan culls the toughest kick drums and thickest latex bass slaps from a deep burial in our psyche and peppers them with alien chants and fleeting electronic flutes—a combustible sense of spontaneity that may at first appear chaotic but after fully immersed in juan’s demented world, we find ourselves willfully under his control. on side b, enemy of enemy is friend also sets off from a disorienting place where a slow progression of acid, shakers and toms takes a good minute to allow us some footing around the groove. once settled into his sophisticated rhythm, juan opens the door to a glorious combination of chords, clanking guitars, shakers that scrub back and forth and the occasional smear of paranormal synth. we at the esp institute are enamored by juan’s seemingly infinite skill for crafting mood and extracting optimism from darkness, but seriously, what color speedotm should she wear this summer?

man power left his northern home and ran south of the border. this is his first offering for the esp institute. on side a, he proves that he truly is the tourist, delivering what we’re already toting as our summer anthem—a relentless hurricane drum pattern full of toms, timbales and splashes that lays the rhythmic foundation for his pacific chords and euphoric melodies–an undeniable floor-filler that invites all to dance unencumbered by the constraints of “functional” club music. with side b’s oye, man power rolls out a similarly vibrant combination of drums and rhythm, however he toughens up the aesthetic with a massive rolling acid bassline, only briefly letting up for a spot of layered marimbas and spriteful pads before culminating in an emotional finale. after spending a couple years churning out tracks for various labels around the world, man power has undoubtably shifted his narrative point-of-view and updated his sense of craft upon his induction to the esp institute. these two songs will throw a wrench in your holiday.

mister ho & heap close their eyes and float downstream. this is their second offering for the esp institute. on side a, feeling hopeful is a straight-ahead burner comprised of minimal thuds, bumps, honks, blips, bleeps and bloops—a harmonious arrangement of percussive elements and soaring synth chords that feels both slow and fast paced, sunset and sunrise hour, island back roads and traffic in metropolis. on side b, gis gis explores a similar notion of contrast, setting a the scene with a driving mechanical hi-hat that never dips below the selection of luscious melodies—a cha-cha bassline, breezy chords and a slippery lead hook that collectively invite us all for poolside pin&#771,,a coladas at the ho & heap villa. these two songs were conceived in the year of the monkey.

vactrol park, the collaborative endeavor between kyle martin (land of light) and guido zen (brain machine), returns to the esp institute with ii, rounding out the second half of their ep series. for this installment, a sojourn was made to stockholm to record at the computer music mecca, ems (elektronmusikstudion), where the artists had the opportunity to experiment extensively with the legendary buchla 200 modular and serge modular, two of the rarest and most pornographic modular synthesizers in existence. while both instruments originate from california (buchla in berkeley as a commission from pioneer morton subotnik, and serge at the california institute of the arts), the music vactrol park draws from these machines is far from warm and sunny. akin to their predecessors on the 2015 debut i, these works materialize a level of taste and measure of craft that’s unattainable by most, each retaining an individual cinematic approach yet working collectively toward one consummate goal—paralysis.

mister ho and heap are ambassadors of the river danube. this is their first offering for the esp institute. on side a, collision resistance throws us into the bowels of an underground sex lair with an adrenaline-laden heartbeat for a kick drum, a rough dose of fisting illustrated by the combination of bassline with low-tom and an unrelenting snare that whips us raw into submission. somewhere in between the waves of punishment we can start to audibly pick up tortured moans of endurance and pleasure, but maybe its time we pull our minds from the gutter, wipe the sweat from our brow and flip the record for a reward. with side b’s veils of the beloved, mister ho & heap deliver us via speedboat to the white isle, coasting along to bouncy staccato bass notes and machine bleeps as a euphoric chord progression puts us in an 808 state of mind. the percussion arrangement and phasing string flourishes are introduced through a filter, opening slowly as if coming up for air from a beautiful blue abyss. these two songs are neither too salty nor too sweat

good things come to those who wait. the long-anticipated land of light debut, a masterpiece of an album and pillar of the esp institute, was unveiled in late 2012, slowly followed by the gorgeous remixed ii. since then, many have longed for the missing first half of this two-part package, the universe is kind and has finally delivered remixed i. on side a, kuniyuki takahashi (mastering engineer behind seminal esp releases, and legend in his own right) took the bull by the horns remixing flares—a piece of music so entrenched in melancholy, with such fluid performance and production, its hard to imagine anyone taking it deeper—he has unarguably triumphed. on side b, esp institute veterans tambien rose to the same challenge with flares, the bavarians taking a refreshing uptempo approach, a contrast to the swells of guitar and synth. closing the release is the seahawks blissful re-imagination of bell rock outpost, slowly and steadily setting sail into a dusky vision of the scottish lighthouse after which the song was named.

benedikt frey crafts a musical aesthetic that (much like the esp institute) might only be seen in its true form from a birds-eye view—a whole greater than the sum of its parts. his playful indifference to genre specifics and pre-prescribed instrumentation or production techniques makes for a loose and refreshing collection of work, and this debut for the esp institute, the lobbyist, serves up an incongruous three tracks so bewildering and narcotic we’re already impatiently fiending for more. on side a, the title track is no less than a medieval assault. led by a stomping war drum and a blasting bass synth that might literally have caught the studio on fire, an erratic array of clanking percussion, hi-hats and cymbals push us into a sinister corner where his whispering chant grants us the smallest bit of humanity before continuing with the beating. on side b, cupids delight (ft tcb) and gravel both explore variations on beauty—the former in a blur of ghost-like vocals smeared in harmony across a low-slung machine drums, and the latter evoking a tropical affair gone psychedelic, complete with drawn-out disorienting marimba and ritual clave/tom arrangements. welcome home brother benedikt, what took you so long?

ian blevins is the keeper of the jewel in the crown. this is his second offering for the esp institute. picking up right where we left off, side a unleashes another explosive big room belter with resume a driving rhythmic monster that takes advantage of the whips and cracks in ian’s drum machine arsenal, while warm chords lay a foundation for a quirky lead melody and rubbery pulse to dance upon. akin to hannibal, blevins esp institute debut in 2015, the arrangement here toys with us before revealing the true guts of the track—this time characterized halfway through by a punctuating gangster piano hook. on side b, poor old head utilizes ian’s signature drum styling we’ve come to adore, but here he establishes swells of melancholy via bending notes that meow and purr, beautifully ebbing and flowing though an array of incongruous dial tones and bells—shakey and barely out of sync, yet cradling a loosely drawn chord progression. these two songs will smack you up before they rub you down.

damien lynch is a gentleman youve met in a past life. emerging with this debut, he steps nicely into a home at the esp institute. on side a, we‘re invited to the heights, a transcendent state where the negative space between the notes is equally as important as his lush instrumentation. damiens build-up of warm analogue machines twinkle and stab, leading way to a memorable hook, a squelching chord melody full of live nuance and energy. on side b, safe house plays out a similar theme in terms of arrangement, however, the ethereal space damien creates with the kalimba and driving arpeggios elevates us to an even higher plane, where his lead floats gracefully across the stereo spectrum, blanketing the fast-paced rhythms with a calming sense of purity. were serious when we say that these two songs will guide you toward enlightenment.

mosco fell asleep and awoke days later with red axes. this is their joint offering for the esp institute. dikembe manutu, the fictional character whos name gives title to our thumping a side, establishes a lush theme based on meandering steel drums and reverberating toms while a slew of rich percussion leads us through the jungle on a melodic galloping bassline. once this deep groove gets us rolling, were treated to a variety of twinklling melodies that float high above. on side b, rage in the cage is a true live drum machine jam, full of bleeps, detuned toms, abrasive cymbals, and plenty of left turns. we can only imagine the mood in the studio as these three old friends frantically smacked buttons and tweaked knobs, creating happy accidents and loving every menacing moment of chaos as they stirred this cauldron. these two songs will make you thirst for exotic nectars.

ian blevins is from england but hes quite the dude. this is his first offering for the esp institute. on side a, meet the happy beast named hannibal, a big room tune that ticks every box your heart may desire bone dry drum production, atmospheric arpeggios, soaring strings and pads, a beautifully sweeping bass progression and an overall sense of euphoria goosebumps guaranteed. on side b, welcome aunt poly cools us down a little bit stripping back the instrumentation, minimizing any superfluous effects, and layering a sparse bassline and droning synths over a laidback 808 all to a relaxed tempo. blevins debut proves that from the right point of view, familiar elements and motifs can take on a new life whilst reminding us just how the rave can feel. these two songs will increase your serotonin levels.

powder is a young producer raised in rural japan, now living in tokyo. she wakes daily at 6am, squeezes onto a packed subway and commutes to a bland office building where her day is consumed by the electronics industry — a banal world of blank stares, uniforms, data entry and soliciting phone calls. she cherishes her lunch break, a solitary hour of astral projection where her daydreams cull inspiration for another life, her nocturnal routine. at 9pm the day closes, as her co-workers flock to the izakaya for beers, powder rushes to her micro home-studio to exorcize her daily demons, constructing a tropical temple to house her immaculate vision. she slaves away, unabashed until sunrise, when her routine begins again, however, todays lunch break is an escape into her headphones where she will revisit her soundtrack inspired by lights, colors, hometown memories, and the imaginary worlds where the fruits of her labour will live.

vactrol park is an honest outpouring of thematic obsession, a celebration of championed studio components and the mastery of their nuance, an avant garde collaboration between kyle martin (land of light, spectral empire) and guido zen (gamers in exile, brain machine). simply entitled i (the first of a 2 part series), this debut ep opens the door to a world of ebb and flow, layers of oscillation falling in and out of sync, keeping us on the brink of vertigo and, as cliché as it may sound, we find solace in its chaos. this homogeneous release plays with the notions of systems as beautifully symbolized mario hugo s capsule of cardiologyyet another visually arresting module in the esp institute catalogue. some music is made for drugs, some is made on drugs, these tracks simply are drugs.

mosco fell asleep in tel aviv and awoke days later in berlin. this is his first offering for the esp institute. on side a, akachi plows straight in with its relentless rolling bassline, a thick blanket enveloping any and all breathing room. an array of squelches and atonal pads struggle to rise above the trudging rhythm, while live percussion slides in and out of frenzy. on the flipside, nobody else shows us moscos more ethereal side. beautifully programmed drums draw us in as the accentuated hi-hats and claves elegantly pierce rhythmic synth work, until finally were carried away by mystic keys layering in heavenly glissandos. these two songs will make you thirst for potent potions.

white coloured double vinyl. karamika is the soundscape to a journey authored by george thompson (black merlin) and gordon pohl (musiccargo), an expansive collaboration that spans 12 tracks and a 600 kilometer commute between london and düsseldorf.

33-10-3402, also known as serbian-born artist/producer nenad markovic, returns to the esp institute for the fourth and final release in his opium den and whorehouse inspired mecanica series. metamorfoze is a psychedelic melting pot which can best be described as a train commute to a distant planet—our senses confronted left, right and center by unfamiliarities. its counterpart on side b entitled t bov boasts a pseudo tribal rhythm, yet its post-apocalyptic soundscaping takes us anywhere but the expected. at this point nenad has managed to whirl our imagination into a state of confusion so deep that were simply at a loss for words. its in these moments where we at the esp institute are most proud, with the birth of something absolutely new. bravo nenad, bravo.

33-10-3402, also known as serbian-born artist/producer nenad markovic, returns to the esp institute for the third release in his opium den and whorehouse inspired mecanica series. slow port is a cacophonous track, skillfully composed of an erratic barrage of percussive klinks and klanks as you might find in an automotive factory pistons, gears, quips, cranks, but despite its industrial instrumentation, nenad manages to extract a beautifully seductive quality from this beast. on side b we re faced with the slightly more musical plutonium certainly, an exercise in distortion which is punctuated by repetitive androgynous chanting, and finally we culminate and release simultaneously with elika, an overtly ethereal blur somewhere between hope and melancholy. to fully appreciate nenads crafted subtlety, we recommend repeated listening.

mark e has a vivid imagination and everybody knows it. this is his first offering for the esp institute.

in his first outing since 2011s now classic the orange place, test pressings paul byrne teams up with sades andrew hale for the light machine, a low slung, throbbing, acid led piece of gorgeousness that has been getting rave reviews from the balearic mafia all over. for esp paul teams up with yellos producer / engineer ian tregoning aka the stranger for another intoxicating piece that recalls the best moments of the art of noise if they were still making music in 2014. a remix from swiss dj and perennial man of the moment lexx rounds out the package perfectly. golf channel every time!

last year tornado wallace touched down at the esp institute with his thinking allowed ep, a slab of wax that proved pivotal in his musical aesthetic, beautifully complimenting our catalogue. he ups the ante further with circadia, his second 3-track ep that riffs on esp themes whilst sophisticatedly amplifying their character. the title track lays trance-like arpeggiated vocals over thunderous tropical toms, opening up into an epic group chant. time of nectar coasts along, blanketing us with soft pads and soothing pan pipes before jonny nashs palm-muted stratocaster makes its cameo. the essential house jam on the b-side, soft light, will no doubt pump its way through dance floors this summer, dont sleep!

tambien is a beacon of hope in a dark warehouse. this is their second offering for the esp institute.

33-10-3402 is a code name for nenad markovic, an imaginative and limitless musician and producer from belgrade, serbia. this release is the second in a trilogy of opium den and whore-house inspired singles entitled mecanica. iii33 features a disorienting vocal, that repeats as if caught in a psychedelic cycle your mind cannot break, accompanied by stuttering percussive elements and metallic textures. cool down is a post-apocalyptic drum circle that keeps your groove alert as it moves between accent placement and eventually builds into a full force bad acid trip. be careful with this record.

young marco stepped into the esp institute one day in 2012 with a handful of undeniably brilliant music, and has ever since maintained an integral role in the mission of the label

one of these things is not like the others. put veteran producer and general madman eddie ruscha (aka secret circuit, laughing light of plenty, dadamunchamunky) in a studio with the spritely whipper-snapper diego herrera (aka suzanne kraft & 1/3 pharaohs) and your results will be nothing less than an epic jam. as the name blasé suggests, their laxadasical style and confident panache is abundant. the duo ease into their productions with a cool hand and an open mind, letting the moment take them somewhere foreign to bask in surreal surroundings, but not without documenting the trip.

early in 2013, los angeles-based live act pharaohs dropped their debut on esp institute, island time, along with tornado wallaces esp debut thinking allowed the idea being a simultaneous release followed by the artists remixing each other. well, here we have the 4th corner of the puzzle, a perfect set of jams for the tail end of summer. on side a, pharaohs themselves revisit ahumbo, inviting the neighborhood boys over for fatty then proceeding to bang the drum, while the flip side gives us the tornado wallace take on if it ever feels right, a beast of a track that nibbles but never really bites, a classy tension-builder, perfect for transitioning into.

33-10-3402 is a code name for nenad markovic, an imaginative and limitless musician and producer from belgrade, serbia. this release is the first in a trilogy of opium den and whorehouse inspired singles entitled mecanica. the title track is an erratic and cacophonous 14 minute masterpiece, cycling you through disorderly drum programming until you have no choice but to surrender and just at that point, the ethereal pad melody offers you an escape. side bs byot is a blissed-out blur, drowned in reverb and subtly suggesting leads that may or may not actually exist-the perfect antidote to its impenetrable flipside.

tambien is a bavarian trio with good taste and this is their first offering for the esp institute.

since their debut late last year, land of light has cemented their rightful place as the makers of dreams. although their first release undoubtedly set a new bar among those who understand relentless craft, their quest for enlightenment diligently continues. during this pre-sophomore-album sabbatical, a chosen few have stepped up to the challenge that is remixing land of light. peaking lights dubs us into ether, tiago slides us into salsa, and the backwoods hug us tightly as we shed uncontrollable tears of joy... sounds pretty good, yeah

tornado wallaces massive thinking allowed ep gets a nice re-rub! side a brings mysterious bella, nina amnesia, on board for a crispy 909 workout of bit 1 - a nice float on the breeze, ready for summer! on side b, pharaohs do what they do best, adding warmth and live instrumentation to the title track while losing the original vocal altogether - a welcome transformation. time to get wet!

here lies the final chapter in the first testament of shocks, and as with the previous three releases, were granted no mercy. a-side tracks trajl and contagious are a full fledged assaults on the psyche, taunting with just enough melody to convince us of musicality, but never really rising from of the swamp theyre stewed in.the b side closer klamata could be seen as a comedown, but after a short while you realize that youve been led only deeper, left in a state of total disarray.

welcome the third and final piece of the shocks trilogy.

pharaohs is a live band from los angeles including blossoming producers suzanne kraft, ale cohen (from the legendary dublab) and surfer/synth-geek, sam cooper

if we listen to the higher self, our experience of life is joyful and abundant. when you see yourself connected to something bigger than yourself, you no longer feel must do it all alone.

long time disco sorcerer ray mang has taken mirador de las estrellas to a beautiful place, utilizing the steal drum as a hypnotic hook and editing jorge socarras memorable spanish vocals down to an effective sigh. if there ever a track for your indian summer, this is it. on the flipside, the boys from cage & aviary sprawl out the original extended version of their tough and dubby bonus beats (this bomb is exclusive to this vinyl release). if you know whats best, youll not sleep on this one there is nothing more pleasing than completing a set.

please do buy this record, sit down, focus on what is right there in your hands, turn to your loved one, breathe deeply, enjoy the light in the room, savor your food perhaps, and simply appreciate all that is happening in this particular moment.levitate in awe as you enter the land of light, a new work by jonny nash and kyle martin.

young marco made a big impression to a new lot of listeners at the beginning of 2012 with his esp institute debut, nonono / darwin in bahia (played by dixon and james murphy amongst others). the young man from amsterdam now returns with a sister 12inch to his nonono, a perfectly complimentary piece of wax that maintains his esoteric stance on house music, and proves that hes no one-trick pony. video days blends marcos signature analog synth work with tribal rhythms and a loose sense of narrative, while the flipside later than u think takes a more cheeky approach, pairing a blissfully stabbing core melody with a mousey counter-melody and setting it all over some huge tom-heavy drum programming. these songs are the perfect close to a beautiful summer, whether youre lost in euphoria as the sun comes up, or simply dancing around your kitchen in the nude.

michael ozone, the character whos just dropped his debut offering for the esp institute this july, is back with a remixed version of his jungle-tuff >perfect systems ep<. on side a, steve summers (a name thats been up in your face over the last year, and one of the key figures in our cousins l.i.e.s. camp) has taken perfect systems for an imperfect ride, jacking it up as expected while keeping the somewhat sinister mood of the original. on the flip, young marco (who has become quite a resident at the esp institute) strips down hetrotopia to its core, letting you realize how a well-programmed track can maintain its melodic and hypnotic sense, even when all thats left is percussion.

australian michael ozone, currently operating out of melbourne, is an artist embodying the purest form of absurdist energy. this debut offering, is but of a fraction of the entertainment we can expect as his career zig-zags forward. perfect systems is a tuff native track based on the idea of man-made tools, technology and borrowed languages. imagine failed cities overtaken by jungle life as youre swallowed by this utopian island groove. a not-so distant relative on side-b,hetrotopia leads us on a nomadic journey, exploring vast new landscapes and uncharted territories. references to new beat and horror soundtracks are apparent, but no matter what fantasies we infer from ozones music, his talent for crafting such fiction is a welcome addition to the esp institute.

following last years acclaimed curse of soft rocks album, were invited to revisit said masterpiece from an alternative entry — a robust compilation of remixes. each track is wildly re-contextualized leaving us with a beautifully obtuse yet complimentary rendering. personnel employed vary in style and technique drastically, but such is the ethos of soft rocks, and furthermore the esp institute. at the end of the day, we implore you to shut up and listen. on this 12inch (the second of 3 surrounding the revenge of soft rocks remix album) esp mainstays cos/mes deliver a deep and sensual yet sinister take on little lights, and side b reveals an upbeat dubbed out version of wicker man by zurichs own lexx (running back, permanent vacation, leng) good lord this is quite a piece of wax!

uh oh! here we have last years ridiculously massive backwoods tracks remixed by esp institutes bad boys. the stallions (lovefingers and lee douglas) take dj kents hit cloud nine to the church of rave to meet a dirty belfast gospel that will turn your trout-pout upside down and leave your feet bleeding. just try to find a room big enough to hold this 12 minute monster! on the flip, cos/mes tropify the backwoods album opener awakening in a stylee that has become their signature, lush and loopy. this is a special collaboration between tokyos ene records and esp... dont slee