lft has already made a sizable impact on his gnarly, muscular brand of weathered electro and techno, and now hes been snapped up by zement to deliver another four rowdy roundhousers. nucleon channels the best of minimal wave and gives it a deadly dose of modern acid revelry that will incite fevered responses on the floor, while wounds takes things in a spookier b-movie direction without shaking off those powerful 303 demons. the cure for my kind manifests as a kind of nightmarish electro, and hypno haniwa takes another route into machine funk for malevolent souls, with stunning results.

leather, steel & fist
“it is the celebration of a state of mind, a sexual taste, an open vision, a certain freedom, a specific place.”
the project is composed by three releases in details: first release leather, second steel and third fist. a different artist for each release.
the second artist is stephno from italy!

two miscreants of uk electronics have been drafted in by shipwrec for a 12- of techno debauchery. richard bevan and joshu doherty, aka posthuman, have been addicted to acid from their first contact with the caustic and cruel chords of the tb303. since then the two cousins have gone on to curate 10 years of i love acid as well as doling out some toxic classics of their own. the duo deliver the soured goods once again, starting the audio anarchy with the ominously titled -netflix and kill-. drum patterns are gnarled and nasty in this slow burning jacker where basslines boil over into a thick syrup of late night revelry. the flip is taken over by the bullying sounds of -the damocles syndicate.- the track rumbles with venomous menace. coils of 303 spite bulge and contract under the strict resolve of a stern beat in this ready made floor filler. two helpings from two malevolent masters of the silver box.

dark entries is proud to present the deluxe 2xlp reissue of ‘come visit the big bigot’ by severed heads, oone of the longest surviving bands to emerge from the australian post-punk independent music scene. they began in sydney in 1979, incorporating elements of ‘industrial’ noise-generation, tape cutting & looping and electronic sound synthesis. as the project developed song-structures and vocals were employed in a more-or-less recognizable mutant electro pop style. after many line-up changes featuring garry bradbury and psychedelic guitarist simon knuckey, severed heads was the vehicle for composer tom ellard. ‘come visit the big bigot’ was severed heads’ first record to be released commercially simultaneously in australia, north america and europe in 1986. it was a prime period for this industrial dance music and bigot was a respected album that did well from the tour they did with skinny puppy that same year. quite a few people still define the band by this period. ‘come visit the big bigot’ was made on a fostex 16 track recorder in tom’s bedroom, employing the newly acquired akai s612 sampler and roland sh-101 to create most of the drum sounds. the album signaled a new direction, flirting with the dance floor and the pop song. presenting the heads at their most cohesive, while retaining their distinctive musical stamp. tom’s vocals are harmonized, slowed down, sped up, run through fuzz boxes, backwards, drum machine rolls, sampled guitars, horn sections, and voices but with a subversive rather than malevolent intention. tape loops are more subtle and define their own space and texture. like the original australian version of the album, we’ve included a bonus disc featuring three extended remixes by sydney dj robert racic (who produced the edited 7” version of “petrol” we reissued in 2015), plus three b-sides from the ‘twenty deadly diseases’12” and two additional tracks from the same recording sessions.

having first surfaced last year with their first various artists release featuring the dearly departed andreas gehm, the stealth mission label is back with another four-strong salvo of no-nonsense acid, electro and techno. naked eye people kicks off proceedings with the punishing jacker -short distance- before barrow boy whips up a perfect slice of malevolent 303 mischief on -btb (demo mix)-. on the b side there s space for a little more reflection with the spacious pings of bobby durst s -shape shifting- before mike storm turns the heat back up on the delightfully unhinged -dark sight (sims jff edit)-.

gourmet beats 007 is the los angeles ep featuring introspekt, mesck, oxossi, and subtle mind. the idea behind the ep was to bring together some of the hot talent emerging out of the la bass music scene.
support from: joenice, bunzero, raggs, e3, kursk, mesck, gantz, emmo, infradub, vivek, sapleo, dub diggerz, basstrace, dubphase soundsystem, nousless, malleus, moonstones, fkof, trusik, true soldiers productions, datasetclothing, subfm.

this is an album of deeply emotional music. it s not all heartfelt niceties and eye-welling moods though. rhythmic theory did after all come to light (or should that be dark) in the gloomy alleyways of uk soundsystem music begat from dubstep and all that other stuff. -creeper- is on hand to affirm that this is a record still steeped in true, stern moodiness, where a stalking sub line, some metallic percussion and an icy drone can still strike fear more than a thousand angry wobble basslines. it s worth noting how much attention has been given to shorter vignettes. as well as the aforementioned, cryptically titled -interlude-, -work of fiction- and -end (of forever)- both give insights into the places rhythmic theory cares to roam beyond the structure of a long form track. these are places where melancholic or downright ambiguous dispositions interplay with each other, from the synthetic to the earthly, the malevolent to the tender. in the end, even at its most monochromatic, nothing is black and white on rhythmic theory s debut album, and that s just fine with us.

lady blacktronika shows two totally different sides to her character with her return to bass culture via a potent ep full of deliciously dark, bass-heavy productions placed side by side with more soulful explorations of the house sound. following the ‘all in vain’ ep, which landed earlier this year, lady blacktronika comes correct once again with a collection of four of the finest quality cuts. our introduction to the ep is a thorough dip in the deep end of tech house, with the marauding ‘it rains’. full of darkness, the venomous track stomps along with a powerful, darkside bassline and razor-sharp percussion. high-pitched keys add to the malevolent flavour of this raw cut. after that, we get a more measured, yet mysterious and unsettling slice of minimal funk. ‘no good’ is a hypnotic trip inside lady blacktronika’s murky world with snarling synth lines, clever percussion, eerie fx and a naughty little b-line. on the flip we have retro-inspired ‘call my name’, with a very old school feel as the 808 gets a proper workout in tandem with a familiar female spoken-word vocal layered over the top. this is bound to send the dance floor into uproar with its killer vocal sample. finally ‘set out your luv’ gives the ep a heady ending, light airy pads are placed alongside a grooving bassline, soulful vocals, diamond-cut beats and squelchy effects to create a lush, dreamy soundscape which will get those hips moving….

prspct rvlt 007 by rotterdam multi everything artist icon deformer will be hitting the streets next week on full artwork very explicit 10inch vinyl!

vader, the good old, wonderful death/thrash metal band who helped drive both genres into what they are today. this compilation of their two legendary demos is impressive and shows how old vader rocked out. unlike thrash bands that play the same riff over and over, these guys know how to perform.
recommended if you like: morbid angel, slayer, death, sadus, celtic frost, kreator, destruction, master, malevolent creation ...

ed davenport is the next artist to have his say on len fakis figure spc imprint, taking his distinctive slant on late night body music into a new personal dimension. stretching out over 10 minutes, >take heart< throbs like a first love, dizzy on pheromones and the promise of kneetrembling basement action. fellow uk-import-to-berlin mama provides the telling vocal message. on the flip, eds >weird organ< is a straight up floor-troubling weapon - dark, taut and bristling with malevolent energy. perhaps his heaviest moment to date!?