we lost track of rocco branco nearly 5 years ago. no >goodbye<, nothing, he simply vanished off the grid. a few days ago, mr. branco staggered into the hirsch camp, smelling of sex and jaegermeister, no explanation. no apologies. rocco simply handed over two tracks, turned around, and walked away... diamant captures the sex of a one-night stand. a metaphysical launch pad of selfindulgence. no compromises, purely physical, firm and purposeful – precisely how we like our techno. gibbon depicts sex with a lover – reminiscent of gratifications past. familiar, nubile and polished a mastered motion of lustful appetite. in roccos return, we find a record of lifes carnal moments. good hunting!