ave you ever been trippin' on Brandy? Well here's your chance to get down... deep down. Served by two kings in the industry who wish to remain unnamed.
Dropping the octaves and upping the opiates, the duo slow dance an R'n'B vocal through dewy pads and echoing perx, concocting a late night anthem for the club and the bedroom.
It's a strange world we're living in and these addictive cuts mirror it well.
Dancing all night in cheerful melancholy with two strictly limited edits.
The A-side renders gothic synth pop at cruising tempo, spinning a web of tape delay as your mind unravels. A bassline throbs, pistons hiss and a paranoia takes hold of an icy vocal. Lose yourself in the otherwhere.
We step into a pristine wilderness on the B-side, stately pads gliding over a supple rhythm section while tender chimes tug at your heartstrings. Emotion abounds on an instrumental which never was. Big boys do cry, and this dove's weeping over broken wings…
