a firm favourite with the hot creation camp, jey kurmis returns to the label with his jessycat ep. following acclaimed releases lil’ nic french, kari and not too flabbeh on the imprint, we once again see the talented producer at the top of his game. the ep stays true to jey’s trademark sound as the producer delivers three tracks to take the dancefloor through to the small hours. the ep opens with jessycat, a bubbling tribal affair that implores you to move. an array of vocals bleeds into the record taking you on a journey to outer space. fien features co-producers nukov & yelmet and takes a darker turn with a rumbling bass and intense vocals that state “my head spinning like a merry go”. the outer space sounds continue into closing track vanstone, unfolding with a swinging bass and distorted stabs. part of the industry from more than a decade, jey kurmis has previously released on labels such as, moon harbour, leftroom and kaluki. taking his dj skills to new levels he has played the world’s hottest parties- from sonar to bpm, and the warehouse project to dc10. the leed’s based music maker has also commanded residencies at do not sleep and paradise.

merc return with the latest instalment in their celebrated e-versions series. no. 8 is classic mark e business, proven king, as he is, of the slow-burner train tunnel is a beautifully unhurried deconstruction of a jazz classic, upright bass, piano flourishes and horns picked fresh from the speakeasy and popped in the slow-cooker for a deeper, mesmerising flavour on the flip give it time is a glorious celestial and atmospheric workout, which - as the title would suggest - implores you to ignore the demands of accelerated culture and pace your journey to dancefloor nirvana accordingly. merc to the future !

immanence is the inaugural release on romance born from a creative partnership between the sonic world, and it’s symbiotic visual realm.
a collaborative project, the first of a ten part series, immanence marries dub techno connoisseur zzzzra with uk photographer katelyn playford in their own artistic realisations of philosophical theories of divine presence. tasked with sound tracking immanence into four dub techno masterpieces, zzzzra’s own sensual and romantic interpretation of immanence transcends through the eyes of katelyn’s striking photography, manifesting into a visual immanent of the female aura. the resulting destination is a thought provoking piece of sensory art that implores to suggest that, much like the purity and sexuality of the female form, neither the simplicity of the visual, nor the intensity of the auditory, can exist in a world without the other.

as the summer draws to a close serge devant returns once more to damian lazaruss crosstown rebels with the highly infectious this moment ep. serge original tracks are accompanied by a great dinky remix, to complete this great package. opening up the ep with this moment, devant has created a track that implores the listener to stop and take in all the vibrations, effects and melodies. this is a piece of music that intricately weaves together a hefty bass, curious sounds and an addictive horn. pay close attention to in time and you will be absorbed once more in an enchanting world where all you can do is follow the rhythm of the drums. on the flip and dinky adds her signature vocals, and hooky synth stabs creating a deep and textural remix of this moment.

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

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!

following last years acclaimed curse of soft rocks album, we are invited to revisit said masterpiece from an alternative entry — a robust compilation of remixes. every track is re-contextualized so wildly that we are left with a beautifully oblique yet complimentary rendering. the 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 12 inch (the first of 4 surrounding the revenge of soft rocks remix album) we are treated with a serious disco belted version of talking jungle as reworked by justin vandervolgen (tbd, gold channel, dfa, etc, etc) and an insanely serene take on obo by esp favorite tiago (sea power & change, gala drop, dfa, etc, etc)... good lord this is quite a piece of wax

the name dachshund is one immediately associated with experimantation, an innate feeling for ryhthm and good dose of tongue and cheek. the swiss dj, producer and label founder can scarcely hide his musical roots in reggae. the sunshine feeling from those days still shines through in his current productions and gives them a touch of dub. his latest ep for highgrade records is no different. this leads to the first track >extensive talk< with its reduced beginning sounding something like a false start. gloomy voices implore us to >come, sit down, forever<.this delusion establishes itself in a musical theatre, while simultaneously becomming more pressing as the track winds its way into the legs – moving inexorably towards the second groovy track, >asymmentric love<, with its sprinkle of varied and original sound ideas. the final offering, >octogone< goes even further and weaves original loops and straight edged percussion into a compelling carpet of sound.

kindisch is now eighteen releases old, and its mission - to uncover new talent, and to provide a platform for producers to evolve and experiment - is more passionate than ever. this time, the reins are handed to sascha braemer, aka hirtenfellner, and philip bader, who build on the promise of their releases on sup dub and get physical. >mamba drums< is, as its name suggests, a percussive, latin-tinged affair, with sweeping builds and heavy drops, layer upon layer of locomotive percussion and a skeletal four-note vamp designed to whip the listener into a state of frenzy (and sure to be successful in this aim!). a male vocal sample pervades on >thrill<, this time more gruff, more laconic, and edited so that the words become another percussive element rather than carriers of meaning. deep whirlpools of delay open up below a surface drift of jazz-tinged chords, from a minimalist sound palette bader and braemer paint a vastly evocative, effusive picture that will transport the listener, or dancefloor, to a strange and addictive place. >put your arms around me<, implores the soul-infused vocal sample on b >around<, over a yawning vista of synth chords bridged with sibiliant snares and subtle but earth-moving edits that leave no doubt as to braemer and baders mastery of dancefloor dynamics.