sven dohse is back to knock you off your feet with two more magnificent tracks. crusher means to break your bones not with violence, but force-wise. this dry bassline just pretends to be tame – like the whole ensemble does in the beginning. but initial conditions change persistently until you awake twirling in a gloomy moment of house. so compulsive it stinks. so offhand it hurts. so self-evident it makes you wanna scream. way after midnight weaver uplifts out of a sentiment of infinity. warm layers of sound come floating above an abyss hardly indicated. time barely scratches the surface of this pocket epic telling you on and on again: tomorrow never comes