as weekend circuit approach their 20th release, argentinian duo yyyy return for their second full length ep on the label to celebrate this benchmark. the yyyy modus operandi is already familiar to the initiated - expressive, raw techno experimentalism from the outer reaches. carry this blood is a collection of 4 moods and sounds, carved out with emotion soaked ambience, synapse flaring distortion and machine fracturing rhythms. repent , as the title suggests, takes no prisoners, leaving no survivors in it s wake, it is a glimpse into a tear in the time-space continuum where chaos rules. hands towards the giver is epic, glacial, spacial widescreen techno. dramatic and urgent, the soundtrack to a doomed planet collapsing from within. carry this blood bestows an eerie, cold feeling. an atmosphere of regret and loss hangs over it like a thick fog on a hillside, punctuated only by a heartbeat mimicking kick drum offering a human touch. of thrones and comfort snaps us out of the haze, the fog clears and we are faced with the frenzied electronics and thundering kick drum of this most sinister of tracks.
london s weekend circuit imprint returns with a 5 track ep from label owner michael wells entitled three marks of existence. the ep marks michael s debut on the label and is a signifier of his future direction as a producer - meditative, tense, unfolding electronics and monochrome ambient environments inform this release. the deepest of deep space is contained within ep opener antecedent , an almost menacing, enveloping track that engulfs us during it s 5 minutes or so of existence. verge follows and is driven by speaker puncturing taut, tribal drum programming and swirling satellite sounds, creeping further into the nexus. subtly heavy indeed. ‘three marks of existence mines an altogether different vein, an epic, widescreen vision of downtempo electro that is damaged, on the fritz, but containing enough melodic beauty to retain hope. souls in the machines. weekend circuit acolytes yyyy return to the scene of the crime with a monolithic remix of verge that opens the second side of this ep, showcasing their unique style and interpretation of the original mix, and following on from their previous split ep with stanislav tolkachev and their own ep ‘intention of mortal’. ‘ilmatar leaves us out and leads you into the cold night, the final transmission from the ‘three marks of existence signal. fierce drums punctuate the night sky and barren landscapes while somewhere deep inside, memories are remembered. equal parts thought provoking and anxious, the perfect end point for what will undoubtedly be a formative benchmark in the weekend circuit canon.
“dividing the catch ep” is already the 107th 12 in the main prruk series and also a va release of outstanding quality.
with names like berlin techno stalwart sleeparchive, planet rhythm usual yyyy, marco effe and kaiser, “dividing the catch ep” is a versatile and club oriented slab of high end techno for connaisseurs and djs alike.
argentinean duo yyyy. returns to planet rhythm for their sophomore effort called relic ep. relic ep is a 4 track containing slab of mechanic techno with psychotic taints of fx and outrageous synth works. the release revolves around sturdy drum rhythms, euphoric lead screams and dramatic pad sounds. altogether planet rhythm is very pleased to once again put out a full ep by the talented duo.
blaring and unnerving, yyyy s intention of mortal gets revisited with a remix package featuring lucy, varg, ascion and yyyy themselves, resulting in a barrage of arpeggiated behaviour and regimented soundscapes. a force pushing forward creativity with on-point refinement, lucy immediately veers in with his visceral power of sound. an avalanche of intricate and experimental arrangement soon meets a series of astute percussion and typical foreboding energy, retaining a certain texture-over-beat throughout. yyyy s depth of music imagination & influence is heard in this highly charged, awestricken ensemble for their rework of intention of mortal . unfolding a mixture of fear and complication, this track keeps you thinking as well as moving. an almost endless supply of plucked synth rhythm keeps the chaos taut and throughout. ascion s remix of stone relief of gods faces credits the release with clean kicks, industrial clanks and atmospheric keys. this no-nonsense approach to production is not to be underestimated, a dream-state sequence of induced electronic abstraction. the first and most immediate observation of b2 is vargs take on reach for forgiveness - a menacing, pin-sharp account of the visceral power of techno, dialling in to both tense and euphoric. the ambiguity of each track lends itself to its success, meticulous in detail and curated with passion. a release that divulges the mysterious sonic world and deviates from the expected.
yyyy have already fortified their position in the weekend circuit family with the ominous drones of locus of control, their split release with stanislav tolkachev earlier in the year. returning with an inscrutable depth of self-explorative techno, the labels 14th release intention of mortal is a sonic dissonance of combined heavy-going and captivating artistry.stone relief on gods face is the plangent tone yyyy have chosen to begin their narrative. formed from tribal, religious and industrial undertones, this beat-free immersive environment of sound brings with it a warm introduction.
the third vinyl release from evod music is a collection of 4 tracks by various artists, that expresses all music ideas of the label. thanks to yyyy solidity, svarog experimentation, syntaxism mysticism and evod known intensity, this release confirms that the label can touch all the shades of techno music, but always keeping his defined sonority.
ptwiggs brings the surrealist violence for brand spanking sydney imprint deep seeded. taking an erratic hairpin turn after dsr001 s off-piste techno, purge comes off like a tragicomic thriller, swerving between saccharine sensitivity and brutal ultra-violence in the blink of an eye. shit is rough in ptwiggs towers, dishing out relentless tyson jabs to the head on day of wrath with holly herndon s inverted poltergeist drifting about between the blows, while lara dies seems to execute your favourite video game character a trillion times per second just for laffs. but it s not all blood and guts rendered in vivid hd. coil-axis twinning of demonic and angelic energies course through yyyy and drift below the surface of the more berserk pieces. not for the faint of heart but life s probs beaten the feeling out of you at this point anyway.
“songs of love sung by robots” from the moment this machine is booted bop begins buzzing with kinetic warmth. this is something characteristic of swarvy’s sound, the la-by-way-of-philly musical polymath with a vast catalog including sunsoaked live instrumentals, jazz-infused loops and lo-f gems. with bop, he is musical mad scientist, ?aunting his technical fnesse as he plunges into the realm of abstraction. swarvy makes his mark in bop even while grappling with its colder, industrial elements. with broken rhythms and jagged textures, he pieces together tunes of emotive beauty. the result is undeniably playful and delightfully odd, something like songs of love sung by robots. through its wavy ambience runs a current of aural ephemera - bits of speech samples, bossa riffs, and r&b with opaque origins. bop’s genrebending tracks will take you to ten compelling dimensions, forming an archeology of cyberspace and musical artifacts that’ll leave your cold robotic heart melting in the la sun.
singularis, the talented young beat-wrangler from the netherlands, first appeared on the cold busted label at the age of 16 with his impressive debut album evening hours. since then hes grown both as a producer and in age, now unveiling what a time, his third fulllength for the prestigious downtempo imprint.