black country overlord justin k broadrick (jesu, godflesh) blesses regis’ downwards fiefdom with two tracks and a tightly sprung rework by surgeon. downwards have really picked the foulest iterations of a grim set for vinyl release, inscribing the industrial-strength torque of nothing is free - which sounds like early kode 9 battered by shapednoise - at 45rpm across the front face, and branding the knuckling 808 snares and distended electro bass blow out of kontorted on its backside. surgeon’s remix of the title tune ranks among his best in many years. trace elements of the original are extruded thru modular kit and remodelled on a bouncing, swerving techno chassis recalling bmb and cub classics, but streaked with sirens and vamped by a marching brass refrain that’s just spoiling for war. the release marks a long overdue overlap between downwards’ and broadrick’s interrelated industrial, noise and techno circles. broadrick was the original drummer for napalm death on their scum (1987) album, before forming the legendary godflesh, and carving out an oeuvre as one of the most feared and respected musicians to emerge from birmingham and the uk ever since.

nach ihrem durchaus gelungenen und erfolgreichen debütalbum *hunger* (top 40 uk-charts), haben die fünf jungs von frankie & the heartstrings ihr zweitwerk fertiggestellt. ihr großartiges nachfolgewerk *the days run away* wurde produziert und aufgenommen vom suede-mitglied bernard butler, der auch bereits 2011 an dem stück *everybody looks better (in the right way)* mitgearbeitet hat. die lp erscheint inklusive cd-version des albums.

limitierte 10inch in weißem vinyl. erster teil in der serie music for muted tv, kuratiert von front 242s daniel b.

!! new koze !! seeing aliens unquestionably is a banger, its bass riff snaking around your body like a python, its high-drama strings, pianos and outbursts of noise designed for maximum crowd pressure release. but, again, it sounds like nothing else, and its dynamics and twists unfold over eight and a half minutes in ways that will mess with your head every time no matter how many times you hear it. the exclusive b-side track, nein könig nein (no king no!), meanwhile, is slightly gentler on the face of it: it’s less about sonic pressure, more about hip-shaking syncopation. but it too tells strange fairytales in its peculiar and brain-tweaking accumulation of detail, and though you’ll hear archetypal sounds from the heart of house and disco in it, every last one of them becomes new and otherworldly.

hugo capablanca may be best known for his more disco-minded output from his time on gomma records, but increasingly his scattered output and his label have been reaching towards more abrasive material. nothing will prepare you for the confrontational nature of this daring, no label transmission. the artwork alone is enough to challenge the senses, while the opening track is a metallic drone that gives way to the distended mutant beats of top less. guy debord is no less cut throat in delivering a disco punish remix of lap dance on the b side, all deconstructed groove and guttural noise, and then dance less rounds the record off with another excursion into unsettling, heavily processed noise.

pilocka krach still means nothing but pilocka noise. she’s the charming queen of berlins post techno underground and a true recording & perfoming artist. her new release on her very own imprint greatest hits international is a conceptional framed double vinyl album and a journey diary of her last two years on tour around the globe, with mexico, detroit and her hometown roots in berlin as fixpoints on her neverending agenda. pilocka krach is „sugar cane“ & „the lost amigos“, her band and all at once.

at its very first start, the new label founded by conrad van orton proposes a vinyl of his own with two original tracks on the a side, november and captivity archives. and two great remixers such as vsk and the mysterious annuled user on the other. just as the needle starts to mark the passage, the classic four quarters give life to a beat that between one step and another compresses catapulting reality in a classic industrial scenario of mid-autumn where the clear sky gets marked by black and deep plots. a background noise accompanies the whole programming part of the drumming that gives off a relentless pace. on the a side captivity archives reconfirms the industrial nature of cvo with a look towards distant galaxies ..... with the needle still hot we turn around the record to the b side. here we find the vsk remix with a more ambient and crystal clear sound. to the original drum, vsk, choose an equally technical percussion. all home made. last but not least the contribution given by annulled user. trademark? techno! .. and there is nothing here to mess about with. 4/4 dry, hard which feel anger and rebellion desire. the kick, fairly present, is ripped apart by some demonic filters. the 5.30 min of annulled user are a reminiscence of the 90s.

ontology is the beginning of reality. pulsing rhythms as categories of being are acting like entities in a dusty void. sparkles of light underlines the times of creation, where nothing existed before. since nothing really existed for the human being, silence was full of noises.pulsation as the archaic form of life.
the ontology remix is made by bruno sacco, perfectly in line with coals original. a vision in a techno rough structure, with more bpm. the remix doesnt alter the original but approach it from another point of view. a vision in perfect parisian techno style.

nice price deal !!! lace curtain is james, david & mikey from total control, rat columns, rank/xerox, eddy current suppression ring et al, exploring an electronic world of pleasure, frustration and sadness. bedroom dancers, synthetic singers, basement kicks in a romantic void. influenced by the germans, the italians, pale british button pushers, glamorous alien pop futurists, mid-western sweat, nyc disco dreamers, undercover kings and queens escaping a dull grey world with rhythm and noise, sound and vision

it has been a while since alex showed up with a follow up on credo, but as you know, good things do not only last for a while, they also require some time to be finished and this result is more than worth to wait for! hollywood bullet might remind you on some classic trackss essence and it kicks of impressively however, the real >go< follows after huuuge breaks and now its your turn to free the animals on the dancefloor with this weapon that contains not only plenty of energetic basslinesounds, but also load of colors which could be missed these days on often very monotonous technoproductions. alex is not afraid of bringing colors, and not only shades on credo, and so does heartattack: a really weird and unexpected groove on 120 bpm only, even kind of housy, but the upbuilding rythmic noises bring the track back to where it comes from, and this is nothing else as pure bassic energy. very very big release in our eyes!

alcohol, drugs, overdrive, noise, neon lights, party people, revolution, rave is king ! . this could be mr fukkk offf moto, this crazy german guy, signed on coco machete for his album, gave us two banging electro-house party anthems bloodfuck & i give you bass. bastian heerhorst, better known as fukkk offf, from hamburg germany, had nearly every blog on his shit last year, and you know why ? just because hes not kidding, this is just dancefloor stuff, nothing else, but surely it works

already supported by pan-pot, sebo k, anja schneider, kiki, karotte... simplicity is the name of the game on both tracks here. on >louder elvis<, the two unleash pure deep-house bounce over ominous, detroit-inspired pads, clean-as-a-whistle bleeps laser their way through a fog of dubbed-out delay. the tunes flow suggests a live session, with tumbling chords following their own whims, but theres nothing haphazard about it. this ones all about the afterhours, head down and moving steadily into the light. a vocal sample kicks off >radio graceland< but dont expect any bloated rock n roll theatrics. instead, van dowski and agnès lay down a slowly rolling groove with a latin touch and even a little bit of reggaetón lurch. hand drums dapple the landscape with faded colors, keeping the mood subdued—at least, until the beat gathers steam and bright, syncopated chords splash about. groaning analog noises push the energy restlessly forward, driving dancers to wild abandon: the track is as effective as it is unconventional. what else would you expect from two of switzerlands most uncompromising crowdpleasers

in the era of the brand, kutiman is an anomaly. a musician who’s a video artist who’s a producer who’s an animator who’s also the unwilling star of one of israel’s most successful recent documentaries, his every record contrasts with whatever it was that came before. but that’s fundamental to his appeal: no one, not even him, really knows what to expect next. unsurprisingly, therefore, ‘don’t hold onto the clouds’ is no different, which means it’s like nothing he’s ever done. most artists would acknowledge this by working under pseudonyms, but kutiman is – yes, you’ve guessed it – different again. “if i changed my name every time i wanted to do something new,” he laughs, “i think i’d have too many names!”

pilocka krach still means nothing but pilocka noise. sheÕs the charming queen of berlins post techno underground and a true recording & perfoming artist. her new release on her very own imprint greatest hits international is a conceptional framed double vinyl album and a journey diary of her last two years on tour around the globe, with mexico, detroit and her hometown roots in berlin as fixpoints on her neverending agenda. pilocka krach is ãsugar caneÒ & ãthe lost amigosÒ, her band and all at once. her style is pure electro post rave simplicity, where each single sound is either raw sampling cuts or deep growling synthesis. big basslines meet funky grooves and surprising hooks, grooving along with her own voice and a lot of other vocal features, whereever you go. each Ôn everthing gets the room it deserves and mingles alltogether to so much more, than just another stereo sum. never heard an album that dry and that wet at the same time, with an overall fun and jam factor, that is truly touching. she took her original style more than just a few steps further and sharpened her skills in an impressive and real straight forward way of raw funkyness and true storytelling. you canÕt listen to it without moving. pilocka is always surfing the right balance of how much, or better how less it needs, to keep it going, get down to the point of no return and beyond the miracle of repetition.

why making a techno record in 2016? in the vast stream of new releases and the everlasting quest of new musical boundaries, blint002 tries to focus on the essentials of pattern-based clubmusic. both tracks started as late night studio jams, using only a drummaschine, a synth and some pedals. while 92 avenue ended up being a straightfoward technotrack, including a massive breakdown for everybody still awake and dancing, you have i dont have is incorporating some boomy hiphop aesthetic without loosing its connection to the dancefloor. both tracks are linked by their unresting synthlines, straying around, trapped in a noisey room full of smoke and distortion. bouncing back to the inital question, the answer with this record seems pretty clear: techno is still nothing but pure dark fun.

it is a double vinyl set of empty locked grooves that contains nothing but its very own surface noise - and physical structure. it is a sculptural revision of stefan goldmanns earlier locked groove-based double vinyl the grand hemiola, but it also serves as a genuine hauntological vinyl surface noise tool kit, out on its own. pulling a knife or other tool to its grooves allows for cutting your literally uniquely own beats directly into the record.

in advance of the release of dapayk & padbergs third full-length sweet nothings - this time round on stil vor talent - the experienced duo are teasing us with the fluffy cloud ep, which showcases three of the album’s many diverse highlights, while keeping the vinyl lovers happy. the a-side bears the lps title track >sweet nothings<, on which dapayk & padberg’s sound takes a turn as they come knocking with a deep but forceful groover, whose distorted high-hats and trancey synth stabs create a vibe both euphoric and weirdly subdued. the lyrics, moreover, emphasise the duality at the core of many dapayk & padberg tracks as the latter ponders ‘you’re good for me - you’re bad for me’. showing another of the duo’s many facets, ‘backyard’ enchants thanks to mystical lyrics sung beautifully over a deep quasi-dubstep structure. marking the ep’s mid-point, the atmospheric song shines through intricately crafted fragility and is the perfect contrast to the previous and following track, while leaving a strong desire for more stuck in the listener’s mind. on the b-side, ‘fluffy clouds’ does quite the opposite to what its title suggests - rather than being a soft little piece, we are treated to big-room techno fodder à la berghain. a skeletal framework of heavy kicks, dark pads, white noise and dense metallics works relentlessly underneath a cold spoken word, proclaiming >not human, not animal - just a body in motion<. machine funk par excellence.

tunisia has never been a referent place in the electronic music world. it was better known for its beaches and sunny weather, hardly for its political regime but the events of 2011 brought quite some changes about that. these changes have been nurturing in the underground of the country until exploding to the face of the world, with fantastic momentums of rebellion, courage and union. shinigami sans album is a signal that emanates from the underground of tunisia: a hybrid of dubstep, techno and noise, very dark, but most importantly, very true. this is neither the sound of london or berlin, and if a couple of ingredients from here and there are recognizable in -toys-, it is most definitely the electronic sound of tunisia we bring to you here. from the dusty, 8-bit dubstep of -lofi- and -toys- to the dark techno rollers -post trauma- and -migra-, you will go by tribal beats, eerie atmospheres and heavily distorted sound textures. shinigami san draws a panorama that shows both impressive skills and style. -toys- is not only about excellent and true music, but also about original product design and diy manufacturing. this 450 digipack limited edition was hand-printed and crafted using silk screen printing, rulers and cutters. the graphic design is based on drawings from sabrina ben hadj ali, and each cd comes with 3 original prints on the theme of the album. today, we are up to put tunisia under the radar of electronic beat diggers, today, we bring you the first album of tunisian-born shinigami san: nothing cheesy here, just a raw, brutally honest vibe.

tiagos >disambiguation< begins like an aural sea, with a surface made of synthesized swells that rise, fall and crest again. beneath these waves are briefly clangorous metallic noises, searing electro hisses, long-armed synth stretches, and a never ending beat. there are moments of understated beauty floating through this perfect marriage of disco and house, sounds that are there and gone: a bassline that stairsteps and synthetic strings that follow suit: playful keyboard melodies, and percussion provided by tiago himself, who fell in love with music when he learned to play drums as a kid. >nada a perder< (>nothing to lose<) shies away from the extravagance suggested by its name and instead feels relaxed – at least at its outset. against shape shifting synths and the sound of piano house, percussion takes a leading role here, including finger snaps and clanging cowbells. the energy builds to a peak but, even when things are at their most frenetic, this track never loses its studied composure. tiago mirandas remixes and releases have been issued on disco devil, italians do it better, rong music, ene, hands of time, eskimo and claremont 56. he is one half of dj duos slight delay, the sea power & change, and mendes & alçada, and also handles mutiple duties in the band gala drop. tiago has been djing seven hour sets almost every weekend for more than a decade at the infamous lux in lisbon, portugal.

a major global player in all things futuristic disco prins thomas internasjonal imprint is further branching out and diversifying with its brand new spanking series internasjonal spesial. the a-side sees the proven and tested multi-national team of reykjavik born holmar filipson of thugfucker and crack & speed fame and ny party veteran ulysees ( one half of neurotic drum band ) pushing the agenda of joining the dots globally with the soon-to-be-classic emotive eletronic disco cut escape from new york . starting out as a leisurely paced electro boogie cut with sentimental string chords, additional e-guitar loops and haunting synth noises leak in a dark 80 s pop sensibility a la my bloody valentine. also the b-side by valentinoland - holmar filipsson partnering this time with arni runar hlodversson of fm belfast fame - is nothing short of truely exceptional but more on the dulcet side with a gut-wrenching string-lead melody in classic balearic sunset style.

detroit s new >soundshift< imprint makes a stunning debut with this intoxicating two-tracker. opening up is the soultek remix of billy dalessandro s smashing >don t sleep< release (which was found in the many sets of dan bell, ame, annie mac & pete tong last month) this mix is nothing short of brilliant and will certainly capture the hearts and sets of all those mathew jonson or loco dice fans out there. it has a subtlety that really creeps up on you and before you know it you re tapping your feet and zoning out listening to the intricacies of the music. truly minimal, there are loads of space within the track which is somewhat similar to the original but still a world apart, particularly in the fantastically eerie synth programming. in the forefront of the song is the shimmering and haunting vocal loop, >don t sleep< which has an almost hypnotic effect. (think richie hawtin in closer) the melody of the title is a delicate affair which sips cocktails in the company of some nicely chosen whirring and echoing noises. the build is effected so subtly it verges on melancholy but halfway through a rumbling bassline, appregiated melody and backbeat hi-hat pattern announce a funkier escalation!!