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'Break The House' is a brand new label from the crew who brought us the highly successful 'Rave 2 The Grave' series. This time, fusing rare & classic influential house hooks with a modern & highly original breaks house vibe.

Stone-cold classic – the ultimate Studio One tune and the ultimate rhythm & blues/soul to reggae cut as Dawn Penn vamps on Bo Diddley, Willie Cobbs. Floor-shaking, speaker-busting SEMINAL tune!
The original Studio One CLASSIC Dawn Penn's soaring hypnotic vocal cut 'No, No, No' first time ever on 12"!

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Exael Debuts On Huerco S' West Mineral Ltd With 'collex', A Deep, Impressionistic Album Of Ambient Soundscaping Recorded Between Chicago And Berlin, Following An Excellent Split Ep With Likeminded Producer, Ryan Fall A.k.a. Uon, As Well As A Number Of Compilation Appearances With Allergy Season/discwoman, Physical Therapy And Carpet Group Recordings, The Latter Of Whom Coincidentally Issued Exael's Self-titled 2017 Album Under The Naemi Alias.
Crafted Over The Two Years Since Their First Album, 'collex' Finds Exael Mining A Finer And More Elusive Variant Of Ambient Music, Connecting Dots Between Classic Vapor-trail Dub And Hyper-Modern Inversions You'd More Readily Associate With 0pn Or Kara-lis Coverdale. With A Richly Refractive, Iridescent Quality, It Marks The Inward/outward Distance Travelled Between Concrète And Electronic Textures And Spatial Parameters, Manipulating Notions Of Stasis And Kinesis With An
Unfathomable, Gaseous Quality That Also Reminds Us Of Classic Vladislav Delay And Robert Henke's Site-specific Work.
From The Milky Plumes Of 'into Deep', Thru The Scudding Subaquatic Electro-dub Of 'split', To The Bristling Gunk Of 'choeo3' And The Wanda Group-like Subsidence Of 'cart', To The Lushly Fractious Flux Of 'glass In Plastic (with Arad Acid)' And 'anc Alt', Exael Maintains A Cool Head Despite The
Disorienting G-force And Upended Context, Elaborating A Form Of Simulacra That Uncannily Reflects The Real World's Realigned Ideas About Gender, Mental Health, And Emotional Wealth.Offering A Modernist Re-vision Of Classic Chain Reaction And Early 00's Dub Inversions, It's An Uncanny Reminder Of A Relatively Recent Era In Electronic Music That Seems Far Out Of Reach In The Present Climate, A Perfect Accompaniment To That Brilliant Pendant Album That Kicked This Fine Label
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Leading lights of the neo ambient rhizome alongside Huerco S’ West Mineral label, Experiences Ltd has already amassed a cult following after just one release - ULLA’s ‘Tumbling Towards A Wall’, now returning to relay a sublime, probing debut of crackling, cross-continental communications from mdo, Ultrafog, and Nikolay Kozlov, aka Folder.
Weft from dematerialised ambient tropes spooled between their respective bases in Kansas City, Tokyo, and Samara in Russia, ‘New Path’ slots fuzzily into an expanding prism of contemporary ambient music which echoes the purpose and effect of the original thing via traces of ‘90s/‘00s experimental techno and minimalist rhythms. Their sound effectively recalls K. Leimer’s systems music as much as the Pole’s eerie dub malfunctions; running a lushly frayed and decentralised style that embraces a gently psychedelic sort of chaos and lysergic, hallucinatory vision in an up-to-the-moment way shared by the likes of Huerco. S and uon.
If original ambient was analogous to THC and LSD, and in the ‘90s MDMA, then the effect of Folder’s music, and that of their peers, adds the putative, lushly dissociative effect and non-linearity of Ketamine and psilocybin to that formula. As such ‘New Path’ attempts to follow new routes through your neurons, sparking at new junctures of style and form that better reflect and counter a current psychic state of stasis and anxious anticipation.
Coming from the label behind those cult ‘bblisss’ volumes of 2016-2018, listeners can trust their needs for relaxation and otherworldly curiosity will be sated by ’New Path’, as it courses from iridescent ambient noise in the titular opener, to the laminal diffractions of ‘Plasma’, and soothing textural abstraction of ‘Reset’, shoring up in ‘Node’ as though oceanic ambient currents have individually lead them to this bobbing buoy inthe middle of a noumenal ocean.

Butter Sessionsbestows the subsequent postscript toGuy Contact's2019 releaseLiminal Spacewith the Perth-based producers first long-player,Drinking from the Mirage. The record lines up eight enchanting configurations, with two digi bonus tracks. The compositions were recorded over the last couple of years in his bedroom studio. He explains, "most of them were recorded in the second half of 2020. I had just quit my full-time job and found myself with much more time and energy to be creative, the majority of the songs came to life during this period." The album's collection paints warm dreamscapes and expansive textures, an affirmation ofGuy Contactfurther refining his craft. He treads effortlessly between acid-stained techno, dreamy braindance and trancelike downtempo that acutely grip the neural network.

The LP takes off with it's anchor90 Mile Straight (Nullarbor Mix),a rhythm driven cruiser that sets the tone for the record. The album's titleDrinking From The Miragefollows, a collaboration with Perth artistNORI.Guy Contactcomments "Nora is a friend of mine and I hit her up with that song because I thought there was an opportunity to do something together. I knew Nora had a beautiful voice from a previous project of hers." The track perfectly pairs NORI's gauzy and ethereal vocals withGuy Contact'sdistinct pads and elated synthwork. The artist then produces an IDM imprint with the remainder of the A side withEarth HydrosphereandFeel the Feeling.

On the flipside, the sweatyBody Grooveis an ecstatic work of pulsing techno, staying true to its name.Spirit Levelfeatures sweeping filters and sharp percussion work whilstVoices from the Bedrockplays with lulling leads and an entrancing melody. The LP ends with the swirlingWelcome to Sporties, full of catchy vocal samples and an unceasing, steady tempo. Whether listened to in the club or driving along the Nullarbor Plain,Drinking from the Mirageis a most-welcome invitation intoGuy Contact'ssonic universe.

It's been really awesome working with Corey and Maryos on these last two records. I'm really grateful that they gave me the chance to put out my first LP. I really like the slogan "planting seeds in the underground since 2010". That statement really rings true to me because the guys have really given me a leg up with my music and for that I'd like to say thanks! -Guy Contact

The latest entry in An’archives’ ‘Free Wind Mood’ series, Ki is a trio that pits long-time collaborators Tamio Shiraishi (saxophone, voice) and Takahashi Michiko aka Mico (drums, voice, vocoder, melodica, piano, percussion) against drummer, percussionist and vocalist Fritz Welch. They each bring a wealth of experience, from Shiraishi’s early moves in the Japanese underground of the late ‘70s and early ‘80s – he was a founding member of Fushitsusha, and played with Taco and Machinegun Tango – to his legendary, late-night solo New York subway performances; he and Mico also spent some time playing with No Neck Blues Band, while Welch, currently based in Glasgow, has a long history taking in stints with Peeesseye, Lambs Gamble and FvRTvR.

Tearful Face Of My Cute Love (Is Begging To Me), named after a yakuza song, is Ki’s first LP, after CD-Rs on Chocolate Monk (Ki No Sei, 2009) and Unverified (Stops Dropping, 2010). Documenting two live performances from 2008, it’s a startling, wild freedom chase, each piece stretching languorously across one side of the vinyl, giving the trio maximum space to thunder their way through space and time. Their West Nile 2008 show, on side one, opens with a battery of drums, fierce and livid, before Shiraishi’s unmistakable and remarkable whinnying, high-zone tone slithers into earshot. The stage is set, the battle moves forward, yet there’s remarkable simpatico between the three players, with Mico and Welch volleying guttural vocal exhortations at each other. When it does offer respite – see the sudden swoop into near- silence at around 12:30– everything’s still tense; who knows what’s around the corner?

For all its fury, though, Tearful Face Of My Cute Love... is full of oddly lyrical moments, too – see the sweet melody that winds out, with gentle melancholy, near the very end of the West Nile performance. This lyricism also haunts the second side of the album, a performance from Glassland, Brooklyn, which seems more focused on the intersection of incidents, from clattering cymbals to ghostly swarms of sax scream, to dive-bombing spirals of vocoder. There’s an appealing sense of audio verité here, as though you’re in the room with the performers, shaken and stirred by every movement, lost in the interlocking maze they’re weaving in real time. It’s a bracing, thrilling document of very immediate, human music – of three bodies moving through the world, sounding their environment.


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“The unique and magical sound of Los Siquicos Litoraleños (The Psychics of El Litoral), fermented in the rural north of Argentina, land of gauchos (Argentine cowboys), mate tea, chamamé folk music and Psilocybe Cubensis. In this remote region, cut off from the fashions of the city, Los Siquicos were able to nurture their obsessions, hone their craft, and develop a singular style that takes the traditional chamamé folk music of rural Argentina, then throws it in a blender with Latin-American cumbia and chicha, the tropicalia of Os Mutantes and Tom Ze, the free music of Sun Ra, Captain Beefheart, The Residents, UFO conspiracies, radical philosophy, and a strong dose of the absurd. Out in the hinterlands, they fully embraced the spirit and ethic of DIY punk, gaining a reputation for wild, open air shows on the backs of flatbed trucks, or from makeshift set-ups in village squares and at local fêtes and fairs, where confused locals half recognise the twisted sound of a chamamé beamed in from another planet.

Hive Mind Records are delighted to help bring Medianos Éxitos Subtropicales Vol. 2: El Relincho Del Tiempo (Medium Subtropical Hits Vol. 2: The Neigh of Time) out into the world. The album features a number of brand new songs alongside tracks chosen from Los Siquicos' extensive archive of home recordings. El Relincho Del Tiempo contains the soupy dub-cumbia of Para Ser Un Gran Hombre, the fantasy radio-hit La Danza Del Brontosaurio, and the shamanic ecstasy of Los Ninos Del Brasil or Dostoyevski En El Minimercado.
Los Siquicos Litoraleños invite you to take a leap into their world in which the sounds of the future and the past blur into one, where the music of the whole planet is digested and spat out in new shapes, where the noise is joyful.“

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2x12" The artist sometimes known as Huerco S. ushers a phase shift of sound to the shoegazing harmonic gauze of Make Me Know You Sweet, his immersive debut proper as Pendant. In this horizontal mode, Brian Leeds relays abstract stories from a headspace beyond the dance, placing his interests in the Romantic landscapes of JMW Turner, Robert Ashley's avant-garde enigmas, and Indigenous North American philosophy at the service of a more expressive, oneiric sound that sub/consciously avoids the trapfalls of 'chillout' ambient cliché.
Across seven amorphous, texturally detailed tracks he establishes far reaching coordinates for both Pendant and the West Mineral label, which aims to release everything except the commonly accepted, traditional forms of late 20th/early 21st century dance music, while also representing the work of his inner circle of friends, producers, artists. In that that sense there's a definite feeling of 'no place like home' to his new work, but that home appears altered, much in the same way The Caretaker/Leyland Kirby deals with themes of memory and nostalgia.
It's best described as mid-ground music, as opposed to the putative background purpose of ambient styles, or the upfront physicality of dance music. Rather, the sound billows and unfurls with a paradoxically static chaos, occupying and lurking a space between the eyes and ears in a way that's not necessarily comforting, and feels to question the nature and relevance of ubiquitous pastoral, new age tropes in the modern era of uncertainty and disingenuity.
The results ponder an impressionistic, romantically ambiguous simulacra of reel life worries and anxiety, feeling at once dense and impending yet without centre. From the keening, 11 minute swell of VVQ-SSJ at the album's prow, to the similar scope of its closer, Pendant presents an absorbing vessel for introspection, modulating the listener's depth perception and moderating our intimacy with an elemental push and pull between the curdling, bittersweet froth of BBN-UWZ the dusky obfuscation of IBX-BZC and, in the supremely evocative play of phosphorescing light and seductive darkness in the mottled depths of KVL-LWQ, which also benefits from additional production by Pontiac Streator.
Make Me Know You Sweet taps into a latent, esoteric vein of American spirituality that's always been there, yet is only divined by those who remain open-minded to its effect.

Brian Leeds a.k.a. Huerco S' West Mineral label present a groggy Midwestern ambient doozy with Chat, the first collaborative release by Pontiac Streator and Ulla Straus
Pontiac Streator previously appeared as a guest on the first West Mineral LTD release, Pendant's Make Me Know You Sweet, while Ulla Straus is perhaps best known for her part on the cultishly adored bblisss compilation tape which introduced Huerco S.'s Pendant alias to the world at large.
Their first album together is a bedroom-crafted confection where drowsy blues and raga smudge with lounging exotica themes in a blunted style to properly heavy-lidded effect.
Chat was recorded on July 5th in Pilsen, Chicago on Ulla's bed after a long week spent dancing with friends, staying up all night typing in chatrooms, and hate-watching Fox news. The results channel that experience into four lop-sided creations that feel satisfyingly burned out and immersive, like the murmur of zonked chat between close friends.
In four parts; Chat One thru Chat Four, the record unfurls with a muggy mid-fi tension between its illusive fidelities, kindling a smoky atmosphere that colours listening spaces with seductive smells
and a muggy, keening tension that recalls the minutes before sundown
This balmy feel of the surreal comes out in a sylvan patina of sweetened cicadas and curling pads urged along by a stream of wooden drums, variously recalling Spencer Clark on some kind of
Aguirre soundtrack mission in the tropics, a heatsick Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement piece, or, in the dream-pop drift of the last part, like Leven Signs smudged by Muslimgauze.
Coolly serving to expand West Mineral LTD's remit after that spellbinding Pendant album and a 12" of ectoplasmic dubs from uon, the flux of arid/fluid textures and para-dimensional fidelities in
Chat feels somehow calming yet fraught with a somnambulant appeal that's dangerously easy to

Randstad is the production and DJ moniker of dutch multimedia artist Thomas van Linge, co-founder of the record labels BAKK and Rubber and freshly relocated to Berlin. After first hearing his rhythmic drum
workout on ‘Metalloid’, his contribution for this year’s ‘Still Life’ compilation, we’re glad to have tapped his second EP ‘These Serpents’ for Veyl. Randstad is pushing his idea across the spectrum of industrialized beat music for this outright roaring 6-tracker ideal to tear down clubs when they finally re-open in 2036.

First single in three years from Belfast’s Robocobra Quartet.

For fans of Black Country, New Road, Black Midi, Squid, Fugazi, Dry Cleaning.

“Fugazi meets Mingus.” - Drowned in Sound
“Exploratory pioneers.” - BBC Radio 3 Late Junction
“A cunning marriage of jazz, spoken word and punk” - The Quietus

Improvisation and experimentation is at the core of Robocobra Quartet's DNA, almost intentionally at odds with their roots as a post-punk band. Including members with no musical training alongside
European music conservatoire innovators, the result is a groove-driven but cerebral blast, invoking the likes of Fugazi, Talking Heads and contemporaries such as Squid and Black Country, New Road.

The eclectic free nature of their live shows allows them to channel-hop from moments of joy and playfulness to periods of intense fury, creating a unique sound that has earned them invitations to Montreux Jazz Festival, Latitude and as far out as the Inversia Festival in the polar north of Russia.

Extensive live UK and Europe dates and album launch tour to be announced.

"Beat scientist Soreab signs our second release at the peak of his rhythmic experimentation. Four swirling, hyperactive, sketchy tracks dedicated to overturning the classic hierarchies of beats.

Folding the solidity of grooves and sound palettes coming from dance floor music to the hypnotism of techno scenarios and seasoning everything with an exquisite sense of sound design- capable of opening up into melodies without losing his ruthless intensity."

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Huerco S' West Mineral Label Follow Pendant's Sublime Make Me Know You Sweet Album With Uon's Wholly Absorbing Study In Brownian Motion And Isolation Tank Ambience. It's The 2nd Release From The Enigmatic Project Whose Debut 12's In 2017 Was Among The Year's Finest.
On This Extended Player, Uon Poetically Describes Three Different Behaviours Of Water And Its Amorphous States Through A Gently Elemental Push-and-pull Of Forces Best Considered In The Vein Of Basic Channel, Wolfgang Voigt's Gas Or The Shimmering Convections Of Ross 154. Beautifully Elusive But Crucially Watermarked With A Sense Of Originality In Personalized Style, Solaris Opens With The 17 Minute Title Cut - A Seemingly Infinite Journey Through Swells Of Diffracted Chords And Silty Filters, Simultaneously Connoting Sensations Of Opiated Amniotic Safety And Oceanic Infinity.
Where The A-side Feels Like Floating In A Lush Mass, The Bass-heavy Articulation Of His B-side's J May Well Urge Listeners Onto The 'floor With The Same, Inexorable Traction Of Classic Vainqueur Records, And In A Way Smartly Reflects Uon's Mutable Dj Style, Before The Aqueous Qualities Of His Final Track Bus Soothes To A Deeper Blue State Of Loved-up Introspection Which, Like Solaris, Could Have Have Easily Taken Up A Side To Itself.
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Morning Trip & Yoga Records are proud to finally reveal one of the ultimate lost masterworks of new age music: Alice Damon’s Windsong. Gently propelled by Damon's haunting breath-of-life vocal winds reminiscent of Joan La Barbara underscored by field recordings and Damon's fretless bass sound calling to mind mid-70 Joni Mitchell, Windsong is traveling music, for the roads or for the skies. Instantly moving, it conjures vistas both romantically familiar and cosmically mysterious — waterfalls and wind, the voice of the earth, as heard through heavenly prisms.

Damon attended college in Massachusetts, where she formed and fronted the all-female garage band called The Moppets in the late 60s. The band began to garner national attention, but Damon moved instead to the wilds of northern Vermont to homestead and raise a family. In 1981 or thereabouts she was able to gain use of an early Sony digital home recorder, and created her masterwork, Windsong.

But Damon waited until 1990 to release a packaged version of this album, now titled "Windsong II", and sent samples to regional distributors like Vermont’s fabled Silo-Alcazar, where a copy of the album was first discovered, but little evidence exists of a proper commercial release. Alice Damon passed on in 2011 and remained essentially unknown until the landmark I Am The Center: Private Issue New Age In America 1950-1990 first revealed her genius to a wider audience two years later. Now, just in time for the recording's 40th anniversary, Alice Damon's Windsong may at last be heard as one of the most singular, moving and profound examples of new age music's psychedelic essence. Morning Trip & Yoga
Records proudly present Windsong.

Bukkha finally lands on LoDubs after over a decade of false starts and missed signals, and it's with a release he seemingly read our minds about wanting: A riddim album featuring some of the best toasting and instrumental performances yet on a release of its kind, rubbing it up with the likes of Dandelion of early Hyperdub renown, Jane Bee (the Ragga Queen of Germany) toasting in unison with fellow Jahtari Alumnus Roger Robinson, and Sarah Tobias, the current keeper of that classic Ska / Rocksteady / Roots Sax tone. Truly a melding pot of Roots-Centric sounds!

DJ Support From: O.B.F, Channel One Soundsystem + more

Swedens sound art, noise and experimental main-stayer Carl Michael von Hausswolff with a two part sound piece from installations at Pierogi Gallery (Brooklyn), Museo Rufino Tamayo (Mexico City) and ZKM (Karlsruhe). Mainly recorded between 2001-03 this is a trademark, and maybe traditional, sonic landscape from the Nordic region of Europe's sonic art movement post 2000. Harsh, but always elegant. Consistent and with little traces of our current society.

We don't skip cat numbers around here. It was predestined that ENiGMA Dubz would appear on the DUPLOC050 milestone release. The Birmingham based dubstep don has been working with us since literally the first day of the YouTube channel. Almost 10 years later ENiGMA Dubz is a well established artist and is regularly featured on his home labels DUPLOC, Deep Dark & Dangerous as well as his very own imprint Morii Records.

Where "40 Fathoms" and "Silverback" are sound system shellers, "Earth Giants" runs on a heavier vibe while the digital bonus track "Too Close To The Sun" is a melodious masterpiece. All by all his DUPLOC050 shows how strongly versatile ENiGMA Dubz' sound is.

This is the debut album by Funeral Parade Of Roses. It takes the form of a suite of four ominous, cinematic soundscapes suffused with foreboding and unease. In each track, dread-laden industrial atmospherics are punctuated by scorching bursts of rhythm, pantomiming an ongoing struggle between loss and liberation.

The presentation of this body of sound work is also conceived as a collaboration between the artist and designer / illustrator Priscilla Genet, whose artwork is featured both on the full color printed insert sleeve and the accompanying zine.

The zine itself is a booklet of stream of consciousness verse that explores a highly personal meditation on negation, the anarchic, and utopian eschatology.

This 3 track EP is from out of Ibiza Records archive vault's Archive Vol 1. Each of these tracks represents 'The Original Jungle Sound' from back in the 90s.

Produced by Johnny Dubs and co-producer Paul Ibiza

Active since 1985, teacher at synth establishment E.M.S in Stockholm, member of Halvkokt i Folie and Datahysteri – this is Jonas Broberg, and his first solo record. The 7th instalment of Börft Records "Synthesator" series is as always for and by synth enthusiasts – with edged taps, metallic splashes and sonic wormholes. Not only varied in sound and rhythm, but also a great contribution to the whole Synthesator series. Nose, head or full body dive into the electronics made by the Modular King of Skarpnäck, Sweden.

After a year-long hiatus, Dub-Stuy heralds the return of good vibes with a new installment in their riddim series. This time, they take on one of the most iconic and instantly recognizable riddims in history with “Answer 2021 Riddim”. As usual, Dub-Stuy calls upon an international line-up of top features, led by legendary duo Luciano & Mikey General, Spain’s Sr Wilson and Brooklyn’s own Jonny GoFigure.

10th anniversary reissue of this rhythmically churning one-man-band monster of an album, recorded in a single inspired studio session & originally released in 2012 on Editions Mego.

From the original Editions Mego press release:

“For anyone who still associates Oren Ambarchi exclusively with the clipped, bass-heavy tones of solo electric guitar works such as Suspension, this rhythmically churning one-man-band monster of an album-length piece might seem to come out of nowhere. However, listeners who have followed the breadth of his work for the last few years (solo and in projects with collaborators from Jim O’Rourke to Stephen O’Malley and Keith Rowe to Keiji Haino) will have noted how Ambarchi has allowed increasingly clear traces of his enthusiasms as a music listener (for classic rock, minimal techno and 70’s fusion, among other areas) to surface in his performances and recordings, all the time filtering them through his signature long-form structures and psychoacoustic sonics.

Recorded in a single inspired studio session, Sagittarian Domain displaces Ambarchi’s trademark guitar sound from the centre of the mix, its presence felt only as an occasional ghostly reverberated shimmer. Endlessly pulsating guitar and bass lines sit alongside electronic percussion and thundering motorik drumming (familiar from his work with Keiji Haino) at the core of the piece, locking into a voodoo groove like Faust covering a 70’s cop show theme. The work is founded on hypnotic almost-repetition, the accents of the drum hits and interlocking bass and guitar lines shifting almost imperceptibly back and forwards over the beat as they undergo gradual transformations of timbre. Cut-up and phase-shifted strings enter around the half-way mark like an abstracted memory of the eastern-tinged fusion of the Mahavishnu Orchestra’s classic Visions of the Emerald Beyond, before returning for an extended, stark yet affecting come-down coda, equal parts Gavin Bryars and Purple Rain.

While Sagittarian Domain contains traces of a diversity of influences, it mines all of them to uncover something that is clearly an extension of Ambarchi’s own investigations up to this point, exhibiting the same care for micro-detail and surrender to the physicality of sound that are present in all of his work, extending them in new ways to repetition, pulse and rhythm”.

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After debuting their label with the return of Headhunter, the TRUSIK team returns with their second vinyl release from the ever-illusive Ruffcut faculty member Tremble. Tremble has quietly made his presence known with reggae influenced tunes that are simultaneously roughly hewn, yet meticulous detailed in sound design. For TRSK002, Tremble gives us Too Much Terror', which with all the daily attacks on civilians across the nations of the world, seems prescient. What starts out as sound system inspired roller slowly morphs into a technoid fusion of dread sub weight and dub techno chord flourishes. On the flipside, Tremble simmers the tempo down to the 130ish range with Bwoy'. Dancehall indebted sub detonations output cut vicious shapes while filtered Rasta portents gradually build into a technoid climax. Two killer sides for the concerning DJs! For TRSK002, TRUSIK has incorporated artist Ben Ladieu's immaculate pen and ink drawing into the overall aesthetic of the release. Ladieu's work is often dense, multi-layered and full of little hidden details that draw comparisons to 80's DIY punk flyers and Zeke Clough's contributions to seminal dubstep label Skull Disco and Woe to the Septic Heart.

Vera Dvale's debut solo album on own imprint is funneling in composition and sonics. Introducing and rounding off with field recordings, from East Norway's countryside and the Pacific coast of Chile, it's in the same manner as 70's psychoacoustic recordings creating "sonic silence" if played at right volume. Title track is an exceeding travel of overtones and presence played on the church organ of Sørfinnset Chapel in North of Norway, feverish and beautiful. The bass rich and synthetically warm "Dove Organ" is outernationally spacious and time consuming, with recordings of ancient melting ice from Spitsbergen. As made for, and by, time & sound.

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Walk:r returns to the Guidance fold with his freshest offering to date, ‘The Reason EP’. Four new tracks highlight the young producers ability to turn his hand to a wide range of styles, with the capacity to write thought provoking melodies as well as produce and manipulate scorching bass. And as usual with Walk:r, the usual detail and pride in his music are once again fully on show in ‘The Reason EP’.

Tempered, deep and precise from Norwegian/Danish Oblivion Dip with first cut carrying Danish obscure vocals fitting atmospherically and effortlessly well. The "Skeletonmix" targets the pure, rhythmic and spaceous sides of title the track while DJ Sotofett's remix detours electro, cold balearic and harmonising progressions. Absolute finalum with the almost jazzy acidic and speedy but beautiful lightness of "Panning".

Alix Perez returns with 'Wairua' EP a collection of 4 tracks on his own imprint - 1985 Music. After the success of his weighty 2 tracker in August last year, this EP takes us back to his earlier productions and his celebrated liquid sound.

Further 160 hybrid ingenuity from Brain Rays & Quiet, and another 1.21 gigawatt fly-by from the future-past-future-present: opening with an abject shock to the portions of your brain that recognise time, the monstrous 'Slacker' comprehensively dysregulates you with its undeniable poly-rhythmic intensity and properly galactic scope, prior to the comparatively lush and sensual footwork vibes of 'Tigress Canisha', an edit of which featured in a short film for Vogue Italia by Stella Asia Consonni in 2019.

Alongside a re-mastered version of 'Ataru Flip' from their full-fat 'Butter' album of last year, a fleet-footed Coco Bryce remix powers through on the B-side, before an indulgent Pesh remix rounds things up in abstract footwork style as a digital-only exclusive. Despite invoking Robert Zemeckis' 'Back to the Future' and Richard Linklater's delirious lo-fi sentiments of more than 30 years ago, Brain Rays & Quiet prove themselves to be increasingly synonymous with a thoroughgoing species of future funk, which is to say, with a post-generic hybrid vibe that is somehow properly timeless, infectious as shit and undoubtedly full of spunk. Enjoy it in your ride in motion, rub it on your skin like lotion.

- Fissure Pryce