On the rebound from Trilogy and LIES, the San Franciscan trades up the the sci-fi in Jeff Mills for bonus energy and grit: Flesh And Blood is the bare essentials, squared. On the flip, Low Jack chips into the Industrial madness, putting some Muslimgauze to the funk; BJ is dirty stinking noise.
Core crew — Regis, Surgeon, Female, Antonym — mixed with new faces like Samuel Kerridge and Oake. O’Connor’s hard-nosed take on TG-Normal-Cabaret Voltaire certainly had the legs. Fill your glasses.
Three exclusives trailering the Splazsh album, including a carnivalesque house banger from Zomby. Out Detroit, UK bass science and UK funky, cold wave and Kraftwerk… a London thing, mongrel and dashing.
Dazzling melds of classic Detroit, grime, dubstep, speed garage, Paisley rock, synth-wave and the rest, with none other than the man not-himself crowned king.
An immersive, slashing, ecstatic thumper, just about getting Mars on the radio; and a kind of unhinged marimba and thumb-piano variation, grubbing around manically in half-memories of African polyrhythm.
The implacable, alien Son Of Sleng Teng — a beast of of a tune, lumbering and snuffling, one-of-a-kind — bleeping, buzzing, knocking, dripping, reverberating… and unresolved in nine minutes.
Uncanny, fervid music from fire-walking rituals — 1979 field recordings from northern Greece — alongside killer new invocations of the spirit-world… excoriated, dread, ecstatic, driven.
Rene’s return, one year on, with two further excursions in dubwise house music; a kind of widescreen steppers… grooving but moody, laconic but textured and atmospheric.
Another storming, ranging EP from the New Yorkers: heavy-duty, soulful machine-funk for the dancefloor, charged and swinging with old-school Chicago vibes.
Solo debut for the Berliner on this super-promising imprint. Hard-hitting, gritty techno-house, percussive and freely musical; with a vivid, ill dose of vintage breakbeat from remixer John Swing.
Prodigal mini-LP ranging from slo-mo, hip-hop-inflected, bass forebodings to start, through off-the-wall percussive maelstroms (Yesterday, Titans), to throw-back beat-downs like Ruin. With a John Swing, too.