Anyone with even a passing knowledge of Italian production team the Analogue Cops will know that they don’t fuck about. Nope, fucking about seems distinctly far down their agenda, as this latest for their sometime home and Hypercolour spin-off so vividly illustrates. Drums are distorted to buggery. Loops are thrown in with the reckless, funk-sodden abandon of Jeff Mills. 'Denying' shoe horns in a piano house screamer over their mucky beats. 'Manipulation' is on the Theo Parrish tip, while 'Fall In' is slamming, panel-beating techno. With acid. Oh lord.
You can always rely on Hospital to add a drop of golden fun to the ever-darkening scene. Logistics returns to his solo endeavours for this release, using the classic imprint blueprint, which he himself helped to create. The track is reminiscent of a time when drum & bass haunts were filled with lovely uplifting chords, its euphoric bassline inducing nostalgia. The real gem on this EP however, is the flip ‘Triangles’.
Tasty and tough three-tracker from one half of Mista Men, now very much striking out on his own. Raw, no-frills dutty house music for those raggedy dances where you don’t mind a few spilt pints on your crispy creps and where you’ll enjoy the aroma of a cheeky biffter wafting through the air. Check 'Warehouse' for its flashes of grime simplicity and hypnotic roll.
Awaking, the intro rises slowly, gently widening its caress. Its crisp-clean snare takes centre stage, as gorgeously soft pads add an eerie tone, intensified by the enchantingly wry vox. The first drop brings us to a deeper plain, vast and spacious; we pass the myriad weird and wonderful elements which inhabit this new kindled, silvered world. The bass skulks beneath, the vox soars proudly, ascending and descending, majestically magnetising all unto it.