A cosmic, percussive jam and bitter-sweet electroid house — both veering sharply into dark, steely, dubwise self-harm. Allegedly the fiftieth utterance of our favourite dance music label in the world. Hats off! More worries!

A word to the wise from Will Bankhead — ‘I think Ralph’s really underrated, his two records on TTT are probably the best records I’ve put out.’
Both thrashed by Ben UFO and JO, too.

A lovingly presented, outer-disciplinary collaboration featuring Ben Lancaster playing Moog, Sean Roche on saxophones, and visual artist Justin Hibbs. The music is a no-nonsense jazz stomper with Sun Ra running through its veins, and an eastern flavour; in two quite different arrangements.

Electro revivalism, jumpy and sick, very nice.

‘Bisk is back… as cheerfully unhinged as ever… absurd and exhilarating in equal measure. The Japanese producer’s drum programming weaves through knotty thickets of syncopated beats and white-noise bursts, chasing ghosts and dodging potholes. His samples are fragmentary dispatches from far-flung points, and any given musical phrase might shoehorn multiple worlds into wobbly union—free improv with easy listening, kindergarten recess with NASA Mission Control. Beneath each drum hit lies a potential trap door, and his melodies, if that’s what you can call his tangled scraps of electric bass and modal keys, ricochet like pinballs repelled at every turn by shuddering mechanical bumpers’ (Pitchfork).

Six archival recoveries from the Trilogy Tapes spar, including Hotline and other stuff slated for Mo Wax way back when, lashing together ragga, UK garage and hip hop.
As judicious, unruly and fresh as the day it was born.