kassel jaeger takes us to his favourite place.

standard, black vinyl, incl poster

jungle/bass 4 track ep auf dem londoner label bluff records.

debut ep

limited edition of 500 hand-numbered copies in gatefold sleeve.

decks tipp

scion of the urals this devotee called gedevaan drops a notable classy non-moscow sound. the city where music can be fake, where anyone can lie to you, where anything can be sold and re-sold for a higher price. where constantly you suffer from major vanity and notorious capital speedy manner. moving to that town may change you with no warning. “class compliant” is more about authentic slow-burning undercurrents. smells like rest of russia the noise is out of massive roaring cities and their pre-harsh dummy lives. inclined to withdrawn and introspective synthesis gedevaan offers an original dim-light feel, warm-wet, woody swamps and mossy rocks. a velvet haze makes your vision blurry. just look! is it a baba yaga’s hut? track the music. to don’t forget about your roots. it’s pretty nice to accomplish with old stuff by perc and a brand new one of electric rescue - the pure primal perception with a high impact factor.

since 2002 dj phast has an established track record in the hip hop scene, as a former itf champion and performing at various venues, together with das efx, mop, smif n wessun, krs one, etc., he has time and time again proven his musical and technical know-how. after years of banging out dope powerful productions and working with a wide array of european artists, the time has finally arrived for him to release his debut album. this record will guide you through the realm of strong southern blues and express its depths of today‘s modern stated black music. so you can expect a grand taste of the blues scene, but without losing the classic charismatic hip hop sample sound elements. be prepared for the rugged & thorough arrival of the creature from the black lagoon!!

primus motor sees ekman return to many of the sounds that gained him a reputation as an artist on labels like bunker and berceuse heroique. although harsh bucking acid lines, pockmarked notes, brutal beats and eerie echo are all present, a new tone has been added to the caustic palette. a psychological nuance, an undercurrent of the inchoate has been investigated and exploited to chilling effect. crippling psychoses. debilitating neuroses. physical pain. suffering stalks this first full vinyl album. sinister sounds encircle the eight offerings, hovering like vultures over inhospitable plains of ashen grey, jagged peaks and dark sweeping swamps. hope is all but drawn away in this bleached audio landscape, drained by sheer synthlines and reduced renderings. amidst the sorrow and strain there are pin pricks of joy, albeit bleak and pallid ones. an album that unnerves as it engages, a collection of icy radiance and industrial indifference from a dutch master.

ntroducing mr. eff. part myth, part man. dragging by the arm to safety through digital swamps and haunted houses, the parallel stands as a singular vision of miltonian proportions. small vignettes and passing scenes give way to grandiose and beautiful moments, from the wave-sleaze of midnight predator to the pre-credits suicide-tribute of h e a r t t h r o b, the parallel works as much for drive time as it does for drifting off to a far off land that is both wonderful and strange. not to be ignored. art by eric. a lee.

the press groups new issue moves into the sinister territory of pre-postmodern robotics, japanese swamps and the bird call of the ending of a century. an opaque surface reflecting a tremble in the mist. onibabas gaze dipped in thickness. ligeias call.

grammar of movement makes his long-awaited debut via lobster theremin’s main label. a shining light through a hazy prism that refracts a spectrum of techno from it’s tinted facets. a sound that shifts between sampled swamps of spoken-word lathered over crushed synths and carpet-covered drum excursions. a raw and cathartic output born out of a period of personal noise and pain.

full cover artwork .. loose-ish collaborations straight from the swamps and isolated bus stops of the lower mainland. taking stock of the influences of our heroes: ph (rip), spk, 4c, backroom boys, the belly kids & l&m. new music by the crew for you, ready to soundtrack your nowever.

lost trax embody the idea of underground techno. the shadowy group, members unknown, began their music careers over 20 years ago. output may be low, but quality is high, the style being no compromise techno brilliance. and thats whats on show here. kick drums and squirming acid bars are at the core of faith, a track where soaring strings shift and reshape. the chiselled claps and barbed bass of flatliner follows, taking its cue from the heyday of detroit. a watery world of analogue abstraction greets the listener on the flip, lost being an atmospheric journey into to the squelching swamps of the tb303. sniping beats introduce the lush tones of renderer. blurring the lines of electro and techno the track is an elegant end to an ep of deep and dense layers.

forgotten corner, khidja & cassini division first met on the desert planet of tatooine whilst attending a cosmic music festival at the galaxy renowned mos eisley cantina!…in a hash laden corner they bonded like wookies, jammed with the max rebo band & then roamed the desert plains of tatooine with the nomadic tusken raiders! no one knows exactly what happened but music ideas were exchanged & tracks were made ... here are two of them - rescued from tape, covered in cosmic cous cous purposely gathered by cassini from the rings of jupiter & smeared in hummus from the swamps of dagobah!

to bring you the 8th release, clekclekboom searched far and wide for the elusive jean nipon. their journey took them to the shadowy depths of mystic swamps from where this modern-day druid had to be carefully coaxed into the studio. but trust-us, it was well worth the effort! on his first release for clekclekboom, the institubes original showcases 3 tracks of hard-hitting, deftly-produced, dance-floor menace.

quantec with his trademark dubby and dusty techno tracks. three tracks that sound like a foggy spring morning in the swamps with your feet in the stinky mudd and the light blue skies slowly bringing you another beautiful day.

quantec with his trademark dubby and dusty techno tracks. three tracks that sound like a foggy spring morning in the swamps with your feet in the stinky mudd and the light blue skies slowly bringing you another beautiful day.