it’s 3am. the club is still open. you’re bathed in sweat, mid-set. it’s not time to go home. not just yet. now imagine the new release from germany’s oliver deutschmann kicking in on the sound system. this is the new release on swiss imprint, caduceus records. they’re back with yet another undiluted dancefloor bomb from the man himself - a release guaranteed to take you to that place and guide you further down the rabbit hole.

figure is excited to present the first outing of what might soon prove to be one of techno’s most promising collaborations. while seatoc mass’ two pristinely crafted eps have already left their mark on the label, matrixxman has been turning heads across the scenes with his exceptionally prolific track record. drawing upon common thoughts on futuristic themes and their respective strengths as producers from different continents, their joint effort clearly conveys one distinct approach, yet unites the seemingly opposite. regardless of being no-nonsense dancefloor-weapons, the four tracks still brim with detail, their vibrant elements communicating playfully. on their shared ep these artists have struck a rare balance. they delicately hover between the spacious and the claustrophobic, the modern and the classic, the stern and the elated - while never losing focus of their mutual mission.

following up on his exceptional 12&#8243,,,, debut numb (figure 73) earlier this year, seatoc mass delivers another ep of finely tuned and highly diversified techno deep space explorations. starting on an atmospheric note, cipher’s intricate melody winchingly twists its way under your skin while airy breakbeats faintly hint at the producer’s uk roots. in contrasting fashion the bleep- driven lost lakes sticks to its metronomic stomp, making for a simple yet utterly effective tool. choral howls and detuned synths merge on transform for a gentle yet trance-inducing introduction to the flipside. emotive highlight rain then sees the manchester producer sonically recreate a thundering storm, complete with flashing strokes of lightning and a downpour of celestial scale. the breakbeat returns on closer flying buttress, albeit now at much faster tempo, exploring the common ground between futuristic grime and techno. blending all these different styles and their distinctive tropes in a coherent statement is a feat not easily accomplished. yet here seatoc mass pulls it off again, developing further the confines of both his personal and the label’s sound.