tang breaks out a little-used alias, transmitting from the concrete jungle, audio hallucinogens changes thoughts. the “habit” is a subtle rumbling bass line evolving into a fluid, acidic language, which only crickets would understand.

brandneues album des nordirischen produktionsgenies aaron mcclelland aka fonzerelli, der direkt mit seinem ersten track moonlight party 2005 zum #1 download of the year wurde und seitdem aus der trance/progressive-szene nicht mehr wegzudenken ist. fonzerelli grŸndete sein label mena music und remixte top-acts wie fedde le grand, j magik & wickerman, chanel, sash, mauro picotto, beatfreakz und tiesto ft. maxi jazz. silent dreams & misguided stories ist eine tour de force aus 20 erstklassigen trance/progressive-tracks.

lp with full cover and spot-varnished sleeve

2nd part... tracks are from 1997 to 2002

third album of culross close

incl flexidisc + poster

sent from a nearby star system, from one world to ours. wondering the streets with misguided importance. how du is new to our planet, but does not yet know why he is here, only that he must heal himself and all those he meets in order to find his home. an inherent feeling that he has arrived to protect and serve others from the deepest patterns of evil overwhelms him. evil that spreads through the mind in conscious frequencies of the brain. areas we call the shadow realms of oneself. unable to communicate in the correct language his correspondence with earth people can only be transmitted through sound and melody. music is his language and his tool. this is the landing. deep garage with a minimal spin and a broken beat format. a story in sounds. best served on the rocks. shouts to the bristol crew. banoffee x

romplerized ragga? heady paranoiica? misguided euphorica? dust-e-1 steps up for the fifth installment of collect-call.

if you want something done right, sometimes you just have to do it yourself. in a world filled with false gurus and misguided leaders, so goes the mantra of the new york duo walker & royce. after a swift rise in recent years during which time they pioneered a sound that is often imitated but never replicated sam walker and gavin royce have used this mantra as the impetus for their debut album self help, on their label home dirtybird. in order to grow, one often has to look inward, and the pair set out on a trail of self-discovery and advancement. their journey has resulted in a diverse album that evokes a range of emotion and fervor, one that can be appreciated both on the way to a club as well as feverishly dancing to it in one. walker & royces signature production is in exceptional form on their solo tracks, such as why tho, warkin it, best track ever and sunday. the way they contrast heavy, low-end bass and beats with pristine melodies arises from the first thing they ask themselves when they fire up their studio: will we play this? the pair has also continued to push the boundaries of their minted formula for a bigger purpose, enlisting several distinct vocalists and collaborators to captivating effect. the legendary green velvet lends his vocal talent to rub anotha dub, and longtime friend dances with white girls appear on two memorable tracks, including the hit single take me to your leader. other collaborators such as sophiegrophy, oncue, forrest and mr. jpatt each introduce their own individual elements to the album, rounding out the varied tones and feelings that comprise the self help masterpiece. the road to self-discovery is filled with many bumps and obstacles, but with self help, walker & royce have proven that theyve got the keys and in the driver’s seat

working with technical limitations, metro skim masters the art of omission showing that what can be left out is just as important as what is included. momentum is achieved with ticking 909 hi-hats and grumbling basslines before being thrown into whole tracks of beat-less techno sequences.

optimo music presents a new offshoot label, so low, named after the night of the same name in glasgow run by becky marshall, iona mchale, jd twitch and katie shambles. first lp release is happy meals “full ashram devotional ceremony volumes iv – vi” out 23rd of june. the inaugural release is from glasgow’s much-loved happy meals, a duo comprised of suzanne rodden and lewis cook and is their second album release after 2014’s acclaimed “apero” on glasgow’s night school label. full ashram is the name of happy meals’ recording studio. the devotional ceremony is happy meals connecting with their cosmic inner selves. they realise their full ashram devotional ceremony on vinyl (and digital) banishing demons, devils and ill will. devote your soul to the positive forces before the misguided, suffering spirits pull you down and wipe you out. while the album is comprised of individual tracks segueing into each other, for full salvation it is recommended to be listened to as one continuous piece.

juan ramos speaks twelve languages and loiters at the zoo. this is his second offering for the esp institute. last year his debut dropped us at the edge of oblivion and this follow-up release picks up right where he left us—atkm pumps right from the start with a collision of elastic percussion, tubular clinks and cranks under what sounds like fragments of our androgynous tour guide’s speech though a malfunctioning pa. halfway through the chaos she makes a left turn toward belgium where the drum programming fattens up and we acquire an optimistic shimmering of chords. on side b, globalizacio&#769,n a&#769,cido conjures imagery of a moonlit expedition on the hunt for lord-knows-what. many producers rely on jungle sounds, loosely appropriating some misguided sense of mysticism, but juan rules his own kingdom where he creates an ecosystem through synthesis and digital manipulation. the narrative quality of his production knows no limits and his ability to twist machines into this chorus of cyber-creatures puts him at the top of the food chain, however, no animals were harmed in the making of these two songs

this is a 12inch single by shoebox, a previously unheralded blip on the electronic music continuum. they sometimes make music, but only when the moon is rising. mostly, they bide their time, inhabiting the shadowy space at the back of the cupboard alongside out-of-date tins of food, unloved christmas presents, forgotten records and misguided charity shop purchases

jana kirschner - a child of the bear and blueberry soaked forests of the geographical centre of europe, the land locked land now known as slovakia, mushrooms, berries, and nuts were her toys, the folk songs of slovaks, roma, and the magyar, her education….. winning spandex clad dance comps at 8 years old down the local dom kulture - culture house - disturbingly garish singing competitions by 12, and early forays into songwriting via misguided western wannabe production…. the surest route to 90s era slovakian stardom. jana has changed course so abruptly so frequently in her now eight album career no one dare guess her next move, yet with muzika she has landed, and announced, here is music, a celebration, no rules, pompous, bombastic, day-glo nonsense, it could only come from central europe.

supported by brett johnson, woody, dj t, chris duckenfield and laurent garnier !! >the last shooter< uses mind bending funk to tell the story of three people ending an epic day/night in a blaze of jagermeister glory. the most descriptive element of this tracky adventure would be the misguided, off kilter synth twists that give the listener the illusion of drunkenness and vertigo. backed with a spine of latin percussion and tweaked low rez hi hats this a side packs a punch that can be only compared to >the last shooter< of the night.funk flows on when you flip it to side b. fongtom rides along with a thick walking bass line that weaves grinds with some of ferreyras signature percussion. a playful melody serves as the memory game hook that wont fade away even after a post joint meltdown or a night of mtv top 40 abuse

the record cover shows a woman walking towards dusk - or is it dawn. two years after the success of night moves, a wander through a threatening nocturnal los angeles, h burns returns with a new record for twilight. kid we own the summer finds its identity between a few landmarks such as david lynch and angelo badalamentis california, the intimacy of bruce springsteens darkness on the edge of town, the relative calmness of suicideÕs second album, and the elegant melancholy of the national. in order to compose, renaud brustlein aka h burns decided to reinvent himself once again. he didnt repeat the live configuration that he used in 2013 with off the map, an electric storm recorded in chicago, with a band, in a single week, with the legendary steve albini. for kid we own the summer, the composer started working in his home studio, by gradual touches, because thereÕs no place like home. the result? a melancholy cinematic stroll across stories of misguided couples, unspoken words that end-up ruining peoples lives, the pursuit of dangerous situations, like an elegy to the end of adolescence - leading to a place were unsure of. born from a keyboard, a piano and a beatbox, these ten songs were brought to light, as always with infinite delicacy, by impeccable guests-friends strings by bertrand belin and vaporous keyboards by denis clavaizolle (bashung, murat, daniel darc) mixed by rob schnapf (elliot smith, beck) and mastered by the great greg calbi (springsteen, dylan, paul simon). noisey said of night moves that it was the perfect record for all the cold and sad months to come