DC Recordings stroke the pure white as the driven snow jazz-funk kitty in their ivory tower of space/time combobulation, silently content that their latest creation, Higamos Hogamos, are poised like winged monkeys to fly forth and pillage the lands below with their glorious jumble of nuevo-krautrock and sci-fi beatnik – a sound that can only of come from another world where Marc Bolan had actually been a robot and formed Kraftwerk in the reflected sheen from a passing sunshine daydream.

Higamos Hogamos- Infinity Plus One (The Emperor Machine Dub Instrumental)

This “Infinity Plus One” lick, the next single from the self titled debut, is now picked apart by the dukes of echo-chamber fear-pop The Emperor Machine who half the bpm count and spread the track across several levels so it sounds like a noisy slinky folding over itself in repeated movements. Harmonia are stretched to the sonic limit whilst the cavalcade spearheads toward Zion, in another time, in another place.

(ps, cannot explain the crackle-fest on the player for this track – best just to download and enjoy…)

Then in Zion, where all you see is streaks of colour, backlit by synthesised moods, ΤΗΞ LΔΖΣ are spinning towards the earth from behind the solar eclipse all slow motion and holographic with the clouds bleeding across the sky like coloured dye dropped into water.

ΤΗΞ LΔΖΣ – Run Into Space (The Ascension of Nightjar)

What begins as JC ’70s horror-house thumps, soon transmogrifies into medieval prog-rave vs. whimsical melodic alien folk that teases and taunts the artwork from Hawkwind LPs into life, strange creatures that congregate around the stone altar at cobalt-blue midnite awaiting the virgin sacrifice with reverie but are given instead a wicker man constructed from synthesiser circuit boards and the dials and keys from butchered mellotrons, all bound together with guitar strings and duct tape. They light the power chord trailing from the foot as the music strikes up.

Burning chrome and woodland creatures of unknown design can always conjure up the brilliance of Crossover. Surviving the Electroclash fall-out with just the correct amount of mutation irradiating their musical DNA, they return on Punch with enough electronic gloom to turn Suspiria’s technicolor terror into silent black n white.

Crossover – Dark Blue

On “Dark Blue”, Crossover make like the linear bat-demon depicted on the cover of new LP “Space Death”, hovering over the stylised city bathed in blood on the hunt for kills, and thus thrills, aided by a thousand points of sequenced stabbing fear and a macabre wireframe of synth effects and strings.

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