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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