Activate liminality drive, slide like a knife through matter butter into the vast theatre where the alt molecules perform their geometric dance, drawing baroque patterns of unfolding complexity as lines bend into curves, strings vibrate to accommodate your favourite conceptual framework re the birth of the universe, shapes coagulate and order emerge and expands, it’s an astrophysicist’s delight and nerd porn of the highest order, but it finishes, or perhaps it continues in a different dimension, else all would be darkness and silence, and you would have nowhere to come back to. But believe it or not we do have silence while the next troupe of performers sets up in stage, it’s going to be heavy, a squadron of liquid metal spheres, if they had eyes you would say they have the thousand mile stare, they don’t, still, it’s somehow wrong that a ball can look so badass. And then they start jacking to create the primeval techno beat which echoes across all planes, the primeval techno beat which seeps through cracks in the spacetime continuum giving black men in alien outfits nightmares while they sleep the sleep of the psychedelics, it is that shadow which gives whatever is being played at a German warehouse party at 7AM that extra bit of boom that makes all the crowd throw its hands in the air. It keeps going forever, that’s the way it is, trance you bitches.

Erik XVI- Kalabaliken i Bender

Now you wish rave season wasn’t over. Grab Erik XVI’s album from Highpoint Lowlife Records, because, as Dan said, it’s pure gold- perhaps the gnarliest piece of dark rumbling colossal euro-techno I’ve heard since Motivii Tuntenaton’s 1939.

If I was going to start a war against God I wouldn’t tell you, he’s got all sorts of spies, infiltrators and fifth column perpetrators mingling with the general populace. I wouldn’t tell you because there’s a chance he might send one of his agents in the middle of the night to smother me using a pillow filled with angel feathers. But if I did, and I’m not saying I am going to, today I would choose Krikor and the Dead Hillbillies‘ ‘God will Break it All’ as the hymn for my campaign. Because the message is true, and gives us a good reason to stop the chap right on his tracks- decadence, death and corruption, we want none of that. We want to strut in the dancefloor to a sweet piece of pumping electro-pop which somewhere in between Devos’ 80s jingling and Nitzer Ebb’s murderous chugga chugga in a weird but novertheless great way. It is included in Krikor and the Dead Hillbillies’ new album, ‘Land of Truth’, which as one has come to expect from Tigersushi’s releases touches all the sweet spots with that strange and wonderful mixture of taste, energy and je ne sais quoi romantic creepiness.

Krikor and the Dead Hillbillies- God will Break it All

As a bonus, and what a bonus, here is a mixtape that Pictureplane has put together for us. The future now and the future is power. What a dude.

Pictureplane Dimensional Rift IV 20JFG Mix

And finally, here you have the tracklist…

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Also, Saturday coming up we are playing some records at Cargo in London for the launch party of one of the best records of the year, Joakim’s Milky Ways. Get down and say hi!

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