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Back in stock Cover of Pinky Ring by Joy Orbison.
Blink-and-you'll-miss it, ultra limited Joy O 10" here on XL with a tricksy double-header of new music.

Spacious and tricksy, "Pinky Ring" displays the produces technical skills beautifully. Utilizing a pitch bent and gated vox alongside a swirling sub bass riff and elements of static, Joy O constructs a groovy and gliding yet rugged nightclub construction that's sure to become a staple in most bass music DJs record boxes. Restraint his key feature as always, the various elements hit hard and with focus; the track possesses a magical ability to work in both mainrooms and backrooms.

"Redvelve7" on da flip creeps in on discordant and misshaped waveforms, creating a vacuum-packed tension that's ready to pop when the drums drop. Again, Joy O's unmatched production prowess really shines, toying with dynamics and energy throughout this forward focused cut; keeping the number of elements low and continuously fucking with them throughout, keeping us hooked and breathless till the end of its duration.

After blessing us with the more home listening focused "Still Slippin'", it's champion to see Joy drop a club-wrecking record. Move quick! 


Matt says: Sure to disappear quicker than Rishi Sunak's winter energy subsidiary; a new one from the talented Mr. Orbsion. Skeletal yet mammoth dancefloor tracks to make you giddier than a sugar rush.


Pinky Ring

White label ruffage from a new warehouse wrecker currently two releases deep.

"Felt This Way" combines low end technoid rumble with crashing hats, Bergain stabs and a snipped little vocal ident - all side chained to buggery for maximum energy and impact. Peak time pressure that'll dominate the floor.

"U F F L I N E" deploys expert Reeces and Amens - a sinisterly constructed modern jungle hybrid with all those cuts and manipulations you'd expect from and old school veteran.

"Too Quiet" sees D Palace poke their nose into vintage rave business; one of those southern accent vocal parts muttering on about 'RAVE gatherings' as a whole manner of hoovers, horns and stabs converge of a frenetic breakbeat.

Finally, "XTC" swoops into that high paced techno area once populated by CJ Bolland, Carl Cox , Joey Beltram etc. and now more in tune with the Scandi scenes as popularized by VTSS, Schacke etc - in other words - a high octane techno roller coaster that leaves no chance for breath! 


Felt This Way
Too Quiet

Databass Records Detroit is celebrating catalogue number 100! Its a new EP by DJ Godfather dropping some fast paced Detroit juke / electro cuts and also some slower house vibes more akin to his Chicagoan brothers and sisters.

Of note is also "Like Some Dubstep" which sees Godfather utilize the infamous 'wub' of dubstep across some percolated booty beats. I'm also really enjoying the 'drank' references in the footwork hybrid "Smoke In Da Air". Top stuff from this long serving stalwart of the ghetto-house scene.

Limited import copies - move quick!


Smoke In Da Air
Rebirth Of A City
Big Girl Featuring Parkhouse
Like Some Dubstep

Big twelve from Reclaim Your City. At the helm of the A-side, Berlin big-room havoc-wreaker Amotik puts on the burners right away with two riotous jams that scream nothing but sonic aggression. On the flip, the mysterious, genre-unbound Janice sweeps us into his psychedelic, non-formulaic techno mindset. True to Amotik's minutely balanced, well-integrated blends of punishing kick drums and sunken harmonics, metronomic destroyer "Narangi" swings the pendulum sharp and clean, from deep down a thick sludge of reverb-soaked, FX-topped percussive armada to bleeps n' bloops barrage fire, whereas quake-inducing tides of 909 thunder hail down upon the dance floor with unrelenting frenzy. The dusty bone-bruiser "Hara" picks up the torch and it's in no calmer mood. A slowed-down, breaks-loaded churner, this one relies on a fine engineering of lo-freq moves and pure hardware-processed filth to establish a murky motel, cinematic narrative of sorts. Up with the fracturing wares, here's Janice rocking the flip upside down with the aptly-titled "Mass Formation Hypnosis". Doing what's written on the tin, the faceless producer rushes us headfirst into the boiler for a thorough, unfaltering brainwash. Smelling of leather, grease and coal, this one's bristling with a delectably rugged palette of unambiguous electronics: an ultimate shelling of chest-rattling drum work, in-your-face bass uppercuts, trumpeting stabs and menacingly altered vox. The final salvo, "Names and Excuses", tops it all off on an ominously droney tip, flinging us right away into the frothing mouth of a deadly machine giant, hurtling and tumbling down mazy bowels of washed-out ambient techno via rhyzomatic gutters of brooding abstract motifs and no-frills heavyweight pound. Hectic. ''XVII'' comes adorned with a duly outstanding frame to shine and is pressed on 180g audiophile quality vinyl. 


Amotik - Narangi
Amotik - Hara
Janice - Mass Formation Hypnosis
Janice - Names And Excuses

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