only 150 copies

after 38 years, altered images are back with a new album. limited silver vinyl release.

nice price deal !!!

the first in a series of essential collaborations between these two promising scottish labels sees the mighty bumper bring the heat over three potent chunks of electronic funk, with the incomparable pigna people drafted to deliver a deadly techhouse influenced remix completing the ep perfectly

new futura resistenza!

ltd. gtf. red/black splatter lp

memory disks. volume one. chevron. the blackpool born sorcerer is conjuring up spellbinding tracks that boil and bubble between supernatural rave, occult acid and inverted techno. dripping from speakers, a concoction of swirling chords simmer as a spiced shower of razor edged rhythms are poured into the pot. shadowy notes ghost like phantoms behind crunching beats, beastly bars growl as keys slide and slither between nine short, medium and long excursions into the glow-stick festooned musical mind of jonathan valentine. nestled amongst the bewitching synthesizer psychedelia, peering from behind the purple forests and white dwarf frogs, are less frenetic works, a soft balance to the frenzied chicanery and chrome plated magic. simply put, a weird and wonderful ep where the only stable point, the only spot of secured safety, is the needle on the record.

this is the third ep by dutch post-techno project monocorpse... his style is evident by now: minimal and dark... a sort of doom techno for the freaked-out dance floor... but this new ep also feels like a soundtrack... rather moody and haunting music which would fit perfect in thrillers and psychological dramas... despite all of this there are some real dance floor tracks on this ep... stuff monocorpse never delivered before in this way...

new years deal - winds swirl on a cold night. rain pelts thin window panes. alone sits a figure. eyes are full, his heart hollowed. riccardi schola is the man behind these images. his debut 12inch, on my mind, is a foursome of bitter break-ups and lonesome evenings. piano keys conjure up tears, mascara streaking down cheeks as wine bottles roll empty on heavily carpeted floors. vocals speak of pain, love sick melodies supported by slender snares. new wave echoes weaved with italo emotion for an ep of synthesizer solitude.

!! ltd 50 % deal !! techno isnt a sound, its a feeling. that might not be quite how the saying goes, but after listening to ulysses new record on the bunker new york, youll be inclined to agree.

the central executives what can we say ? not much as it turns out - the generally very forthcoming golf channel crew are remaining tight-lipped about the architects of this, frankly mind-blowing debut long-player from this new nyc collective. a walk in the dark is exactly that, a situationist song-sheet & sonic chaperone to guide us through the back street escapism these troubled times demand. from gently over-driven punk funkin mascara stained hymns, to house that has been thoroughly smudged to the edges of its live music incorporating limits. sitting very comfortably, in a moment of stewed elevation alongside sound signature style machine jams, bare bones vocal led improvisations, discordant arthur russell moments & the distorted reflections of roots house that run to the very core of the big apple. a drop-jaw debut then, that wears its influences proudly, but takes them somewhere entirely new.

toronto-based duo a digital needle are purveyors of disco, funk, & soul edits, pruned for the dancefloor & subscribers to the mancuso method of deejaying, with a preference for quality sound and selection over long, elaborate mixes et al. they join forces with fellow canadian re-editor/producer cyclist to deliver a killer 4-tracker of the finest disco-funk. the release comes as red coloured vinyl in a full colour sleeve photographed by top photographer matt barnes (who has worked with snoop dogg, dimitri from paris, mike skinner, lily allen), in the vein of a lost disco lp from the 70s and looks amazing. this is the first release on tripped out records and is one hell of a debut.

picone (cadenza - bosconi) back with sweet revenge on mixworks

throughout the entire record is a pleasurable, weighted atmosphere that has a peculiar glow all its own which feels like it could bead up into a phosphorescing condensation, dripping down dark concrete walls.

quadrants citrus saga continues with another high quality release packaged in yet another mesk sleeve thats just to heavy to be true. the 12 kicks off with built for war... and this title isnt lying one bit, filthy reeces rampage over this stomping beat, the quality just ooses off it. quadrant delivers! the flip holds mascara, this one has neuro written all over it. hear the quality, the funk, the power this dancefloor killer is one for the people who cant get enough of, optiv, noisia, fierce, break, silent witness and all of the other neuroheads...

volume six!!!

furztrockene und hölzern wirkender minimal techno mit düsternden bruno pronsato als remixer an board