In spite of what you might think, we are normal people who revel in the rays of sun as they shine across the derelict halls of our forsaken manor, the bad things that crawl across them retreat back into the shadows, and, feeling safe for once, we cuddle in the crimson gold-gilded sofa behind the…
A ’70s buxom blond screams in excited wide-eyed fear as spindly treefingers claw at her already torn underwear and the bracken mixed with glitter and confetti cracks and shatters beneath her blackened bare feet. She is escaping the In Flagranti edits forest, a dense woodland full of echoing samples spun around cobwebs by spiders with…
How cool is cool italo, precisely because it is the antithesis of cool? Just check out the two nuggets by Marzio Dance and Baby’s Gang we bring you today- self-improvement choruses to get a whole dancefloor pumping raspberry fists in the air *check* unhinged//overblown progressions packed with weird sci-fi effects and Jane Fonda on speed…
Our comrade Felix Ruiz from Discoteca Oceano has written us a post with some excellent new wave of Spanish balladry, it’s super-sweet stuff you should thank him for in the mail-box below. Felix is looking for that special someone who will design the new logo for Discoteca Oceano, so if you think that would be…
For the last few years Ghost Box have been releasing unto the world a steady stream of mysterious and intoxicating records dedicated to sound tracking a quintessentially eccentric British past saturated in Tomorrow’s World technology and ancient pagan traditions that may have never actually existed. Consequently Ghost Box have undoubtedly emerged to be one of…
Whatever We Want Records stealth releases more circular shapes of awesome in this humble beginning of ‘O9, slipping these under the radar discs into stores, only for them to be snapped up double quick by as many real music fans as eBay renegade charlatans. Snap the Food of the Gods 12″ up before you have…
Neon Aztec have sent us the sonic equivalent of a glorious snow storm that doesn’t leave a collapsed transport system on its wake, you can ride a makeshift sledge down the pretty & pristine hills of this wonderful music with a childish smile of joy, press play again when you get to the bottom for…
‘Dour post-punk music with a german mock accent which I guess isn’t mock after all because the singer is actually German’ is the genius comment that DJ Rick had to make about Siltbreeze’s finest, Teenage Panzerkorps. Theirs is one of those rackets we get understandably excited about, being as we are obsessives of Chrome and…
Not content with wowing the dancing world with a series of staggering 12″s last year, Loud E begins 2009 with a class A album of edits so sophisticated you could drink them on the rocks from a cocktail glass in a suitably plush penthouse setting where Dr. Doom is DJing and the patrons are made…
Boredoms are actual magicians spewing forth unto the world rainbow acid oceans of spazzed out, foaming mouth free jazz noise and haywire tribal drum workouts that sound and feel like the threat of legions of stampeding war elephants charging towards you in endless waves of destruction, and so we hope you can relate and understand…
On a primordial sea that stretches into the searing magenta horizon of the world’s end, a galleon constructed from the bones of nameless creatures long forgotten glides aimlessly, at times towards the apocalypse skyline and sometimes towards the distant mountain ranges of forbidden countries. From the cargo bay of this vast deathly freighter, Oneohtrix Point…
Mi Ami are the hungry tiger that roams slender and green-eyed in a murky space beyond your pulsating speakers, waiting to leap out and shred you to pieces in a methodical, almost caring way, so you can lay in your back as your innards spill over the floor in a tide of irrepressible red, beholding…