Dreaming Tiger does what it say in the box- first person exploration of a luxuriant jungle, layers of green across which you slide like the ghost of wind, dodging high definition pits of light where the sun stamps it burning foot, hallucination of seeing yourself from the outside as a powerful beast raising its head at the sky, light reflected in your eyes and muscular silhouette delineated sharp for a second before you slide back into your body and return to the chase.

Wake up you, human you, under the protective canopy of this mighty jungle, the fire has burned down to its last cinders, everyone sleeps, you scan your surroundings dazed and, as you stare into the darkness where you were advised not to go, you see that face framed in emerald staring at you majestic, massive eyes glaring like two coins of gold that pay for the quarry’s transition across River Styx. It steps back into the darkness, you are forgiven, and you will never forget.

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Arthur Russell riffs and percussive house with a contemplative twist, what’s there not to love? Slava rules. Check Moment Sound for some hot releases.

In Permutation City, Greg Egan describes a universe outside of space and time computed by the externally expanding power of self-replicating Von Neumman Turing Machines, a tide of white cubes digging their tendrils into a void they reclaim for a dynasty of software copies of humans that will live forever to become anything they want, to eventually face aliens evolved from the molecular seed planted in the schematic of a planet by a Autoverse hacker, encountering The Other is an important milestone of their mindblowing odyssey.

Yep, least they become bored they have built into their universe the possibility of an alien race emerging from a set of initial conditions established in the template of their universe, and emerge it does, insects which communicate through a collective dance, developing explanations of the cosmos which, by challenging the principles on which the universe of which they are part was created in the first place, destroy it.

20jazzfunkgreats don’t need any drugs to trip their balls off. This is the rhythm of their hallucination.

Soft Rocks- Leave Your Earth Behind (Roots Unit Goodbye Earth Remix)

If Delia & Gavin’s Rise was the metronomic stomp of the hooves of a Pegasus accelerating across empty Martian expanses, then this Roots Unit remix of Soft Rocks’ is the symphony through which the synaptic connections of an alien hive mind reconfigure to assess whether this beast approaching in the distance is friend or foe. It’s a friend. Let’s dance.

12” out in Redux, get it here.

Take this slinky cut from Disco Devil as a good example. Returning with another 12″ of strutting Bengal tiger-pop, DD takes the satanic chanting and slow motion percussion of previous 12″ “Everybody’s Mantra” by Mike Burns and the cold barren heart of Rubber Room’s “Take Me”, and relocates the spirits to the home of no.1 celebrity terrorist Bin Laden who, sitting atop a throne of evil with maniacal grin and red fire eyes, soaks the de-constructed beats in liquid anthrax before loading the contents into a slow motion missile and locking the target to the dancefloor.

Disco Devil – Taliban Discotheque

Being the edit suite extraordinare of IDIB/TINAE signing Professor Genius and NY DJ Duane Harriott, Bim Marx is a concept that fine Italian tailoring and glistening champagne was made for. After some alluring purrs from a sprayed golden Nubian princess, the dirty stuff starts to really pump with low hung bass rolls, sexaroid Liquid Liquid percussion and ’70s lazer bubbles building to a froth.

The Bim Marx 12″, “Stronger”, can be obtained here – featuring a further 3 tracks of discoball epicness drenched in cocaine.

Bim Marx – Strong Arms/Love Me Baby

And now for something deadly to end this imagined night of dancing demons and drugged nymphoids. Slava hail from Chicago and weave dramatic ’80s 808s together with beautifully sequenced polar ice-cap synths that arch around the Earth by way of Pluto, occasionally incorporating House beats and indiscriminate early Warp styled electro.

“Dark Dreams” brings on the fear, the fear of being stalked by a malevolent force through a city with no people left, just the automated machines that have taken over, cars swerving into your path leading you towards an horrific end on the freeway where the headlights stream into each other amidst your panic.

Slava – Dark Dreams

Get the whole damn “Neon Life” EP right here.