detroit duo adult. present their 9th longplayer. limited pressing on putrid coloured vinyl.

medellín bastard verraco strikes back with three eclectic and murderer cuts. brutal electro and techno poisoned with synthwave jabs to hijack putrid dancefloors.

i descend in this arduous water,
filthy by the deeds done
the light runs out at each movement,
the sound becomes gloomier, at each eyelash beat
and i try undaunted to find a handhold
in these putrid ropes that drag me inside
a condemned cave, where water gets lost,
with my orientation
the breath lacks, there is no time,
i fall more in dephts, looking for a sure moment.
i found even darker and stunned by the scare,
i’ve let that an even gloomier sound
flooded my body, stained in black.
- utopian soul -

i walk in the dark i hear my steps, fixed, tough echoing, in the water, in the sound in the walls. so lonely, so confused, i sweep that ford of concrete, following a feeble light. i perceive other strides, more heavy, impetuous, that reverberate as well in these thick walls, of putrid water and violent brake-up an unusual calm until that, of such shadow i brush against the limbs, i perceive the essence, another breath indeed, but not of human’s appearance.

simian mobile disco are back with the second in a series of collaborations, following on from sacrifice, their joint effort with bicep. this time theyve joined forces with cosmin trg fresh from his highly acclaimed album gordian on 50 weapons. the fruits of this hard graft in the electronic kitchen of smds studio (to push the food metaphor to its limits) kick off with surstro¨mming. this northern swedish delicacy of tinned, fermented sour herring has the dubious claim to fame of being the most putrid smelling food substance in the world. the burbling, queasy synth tones reflect the effects of this scent on all but the true connoisseurs