techno tracks with 90ties feeling

ltd vinyl tsansparent smoky vinyl

reine qualität vom acid king aka andreas gehm

ein kühler stil, der auf einer schimmernden oberfläche mit subtilen bewegungen und wärmenden strömungen skatet. braindance mit einem hauch brainfreeze. weißes / marmoriertes vinyl.

don t confuse radio silence with inactivity. the music might not have been flowing, but the plans were at schrodinger s box hq. and finally, after a shedload of work, we re back to the music. anton maiovvi is well known in the right circles. this bristol born soundtrack virtuoso, italo disco savant and all round electronic guru has travelled labels far and wide with his smorgasbord sound. and that variety is plain to hear on will to powder. from the epic opener of -clocks-, maiovvi leads you through his labyrinthine hall of shapes and sounds. expect warming melodies, cold beats, shimmering synthwork, brazen experimentation, a decent dollop of slasher scores and a pinch new wave romance in this. undoubtedly his most diverse album to date.

cute heels screamed onto the scene with his debut album on dark entries. the colombian s blend of ebm and minimal synth with driving rhythms electrified interest with juan atkins describing him as -the new blood and spirit for the next step in techno music.- tough words to live up to, but this talented artist has done atkins proud with his excellent five tracker, nepotism ep. measured and thoughtful the ep is packed with eclipsed wave and bold beats. future classics shine from the drop. -nepotism structure-, with its blackened chords and stark chords, is brimming with a primal energy. -madame counsellor- ups the tempo, adding some extra squalor with wretched 303 writhe. cute heels refuses to sit in one genre, electro coming to a head in the shimmering mechanics of -cabaret literal.- -the pulse (sex drive)- closes in a seedy blur of neon lights and showing synthlines. bleak and bold brilliance from bogota.

who better to inaugurate your label than andreas gehm? simple, no-one. glasgow’s schrodinger’s cat is sinking claws and teeth into vinyl with five tracks of blistering tb303 goodness from the cologne man. mr gehm is in fine form as he serves up a quintet of very different cuts. from the warbling wonderment of -blind eyes- to squawking darkness of -jak the floor-, this ep shows how talented this machine musician is. -can you hear me girl- is jilted lover, stalker house, beady eyes peering into misted windows material. the elec pt 1 hood is donned for the dirtiest track of the 12inch. grimy claps are further polluted by bending acid lines in a work overflowing with violence. out of the leftfield comes the finale. -systems go- throbs with rumbling rhythms, a bleeped melody keeping time as drum machines overheat and circuitry melts. mean as ever from andreas gehm. expect tears.