Big laser beam synths dart through a thick pitch black haze while a factory line percussion section hammers on. Always keeping a foot in the sonic warfare division, we get three locked grooves loaded and ready for battle; funky, electrified technoid wobblers that should fight off most opposition with ease. Flip the disc and Opt-out opens with a controlled urgency as a barrage of kick drums sets the train in motion. Voiceless layers up rich, untreated piano chords against the backdrop of dark industrial chaos; percussion artefacts career around the mix and various elements are put through an aural meat grinder before the familiar and welcoming piano motif returns like a long lost friend; guiding us through the smoke hand-in-hand. A beautiful juxtaposition of soulful melancholy and cold, glacial machines. Final track Charivari really hits the accelerator as a tough and mechanical rhythm jolts against blurred, radioactive pads and searing string lines before collapsing into a fractal breakdown introducing mystical, weaving high end leads. An eyes-down fist pumper of the highest order and one that commands excessive smoke & strobe light abuse late, late into the session. One to close off one of their infamous soirees in style, hoards of mutant dancers leaving the industrial backdrop of the club’s venue and crossing paths with the early morning dog walkers and Sunday strollers. Four releases in and we’ve lost none of the quality control, unique drive and free minded ‘true spirit’ (to quote Tresor’s legendary catchphrase). The label goes from the strength to strength and with it, brings a whole new generation of techno shamans.