EZLV/ROMY “HOME” 12″ (HOS001)
Hot-trotting French-Canadian dirty-disco duo EZLV kick off SILK’s new DJ imprint, House Of Silk, with four fresh & carefree club classix led by “Home,” the lush uptown house anthem by multi-faceted Melbourne vocalist/MC/boheme Romy Hoffman (ex-Macromantics). The rest of the EP spans funked-out nu-groove edits of prized Salsoul sides, a magnetizingly deluxe “Home” deelite-dub by EZLV, plus a swank, androgynous slow-pitched re-imagining of the hard house heartbreaker “It’s Over Now.” Quebecois culture’s finest body-rocking export of late, crafted expressly 2 B N-Joyed. For fans of letting loose. Black vinyl 45 RPM 12 inches mastered by A.P. for maximum stereo physicality in hand-stamped and stickered sleeves. One time pressing of 275.
BEAT DETECTIVES “MUSIC 2″ CS (SILK059)
Anarchic trash-techno trios from Minneapolis aren’t typically a plentiful commodity in our experience, especially ones as freewheeling and funked up as Beat Detectives. Comprised of visual artist Aaron Anderson, Chris Hontos (also of Food Pyramid and Dreamweapon), and the multi-talented Oakley Tapola, the group got their start playing a heavily smeared form of rudimentary dance music at “dirt raves in punker basements” around the Twin Cities before Anderson relocated to NYC. Music 2 is the perfect sophomore stepping stone slab, following their Casual Encounters Of The Third Kinddebut collection on Moon Glyph earlier this year. Woozy house mutations and pitch-shifted party-acid experiments congeal and dissolve around Tapioca’s delirious, deadpan vocals (she manages to make lyrics like “American flag / with weed leaves / replacing the stars” sound strange and deranged instead of silly), interspersed with dizzy dub grooves and displaced electro-jack. Reminiscent in places of those weird deep cuts on certain late 80′s Warrior Records acid comps, before the style got codified and normalized. Regenerative club mutagen for a world with a stick up its ass. Recorded in Minneapolis and Brooklyn, 2012-2013, and mastered by Cole Weiland.
FAST TIMES “BODYTALK” CS (SILK058)
Brooklynite Jorge Day’s musical CV includes synth duties in Wierd Records mope-pop act Plastic Flowers as well as production for sultry neo-wavers Lingerie, but when left to his own devices he crafts gritty skeletal house sketches under the Fast Times flag. Bodytalk is his debut after a year of workshopping demos and touring Europe, and the results caress a spectrum of SILK sweet-spots: reverbed runway themes (“Mon Petit”), warehouse memory tapes (“Ephemera”), dirty drum machinery (“Eternity Is Past”), naked soul samples (“Toxic City”), luxe lo-fi hypnosis (“Male Polish,” “Midnight Vamp”), etc. There’s a starkness and crunch to these tracks that skews them more towards the proto-house vibe of various mid-80′s analog sides, when productions were more about raw rhythms and melodic minimalism, instead of the prolonged tension-and-release model which dominates to this day. History aside, Fast Times makes background boombox gold, ripe for cranking loud and cutting loose. Expect more from this transporter in the near future. Mastered by Brian Pyle.
JAMES BOOTH “REUNION” CS (SILK053)
Memory-taper James Booth trickled through his teen years in Manchester tracking melancholia house shadows and overcast bedroom bangers on a home-rigged dictaphone/Tascam arrangement, and though he’s since upgraded his studio assemblage the essential agenda remains unchanged. “Reunion” is his debut, documenting ten of his choicest Northern isolation reveries, a Polaroid-hued tube-ride-turned-rhythm-odyssey through 150 shades of grey, from the nocturnal ice-house jazz of “End Tipsy” to the foggy, 5 AM club deja vu, “Seeing Voices.” An alternately hushed and hypnotized journey to the end of the night, in search of pleasures known and unknown. Again, please. Pro-dubbed, hand-numbered tapes in new SILK label J-cards. Edition of 100.
COSBY “HANDS TOGETHER” CS (SILK052)
American bass lifer Will Creason aka Cosby has a storied history in various electronic micro-scenes, with hands in an an array of labels and modes, but he first cropped up on our radar back in early ’11 with his “Sangria” demo, an entrancing anthem of sultry, Sound Stream-y nu groove magic that we immediately burned and spun out in several time zones. Inspired equally by NY garage and Baltimore club music, he patiently pieced together the rest of his SILK debut EP from sessions in Seattle and D.C. and the results reveal a colorful cutaway of classic club energies: dubbed vocal workouts, confused house, funky footloose FX, jacking party acid, woozy filtered disco edits, etc. Hands Together casts a wide net and is all the better for it, dragging up a fun, freaky mishmash of time-warped dance forms from the bottom of the body-music world-brain. Pro-dubbed, hand-numbered tapes in new SILK label J-cards. Edition of 100.
ROLAND TINGS “LIVE IN THORNBURY” CS (SILK051)
Australia friends always tell us what a slayer SILK house-smelter Roland Tings aka Rohan Newman is in the live setting, as we’ve never had the pleasure yet ourself. Finally someone sent us proof: this cool, ripping, well-recorded recent warehouse set of his. Stitches in some choice trax from his Milky Way 12″ as well as a slew of inspired unreleased jams.
JUPITER JAX “CITY LIFE ’88″ CS (SILK048)
City Life ‘88 is the hypno-melancholic dip-trip synth-fantasia of Maltese-born producer Rudi Agius aka Jupiter Jax, a daytime computational biologist and nighttime sensational keyboardologist, coding and de-coding his way through London, UK. As a teenager, the studio head began throwing underground parties in Malta, flying artists in from Crème/Bunker/Clone and revivifying the mezmer-magic of early Chicago house and obscure Italo-Disco. Simulations are what he’s best at in the lab and on the board; fusing different sound styles, an ‘omni-influence,’ to conjure a nocturnal neon city. Elevated and “out there,” reminiscent of a rawness, slipping into sleekness, hoppin’ around the Hague, analog n’ lost.
TELESEEN “PASSAGES” CS (SILK047)
Teleseen’s producer/drifter Gabriel Cyr bounces back n’ forth between Rio and NYC, sometimes dropping down in Africa or the Caribbean, absorbing Mid-East beat feasts, electro-ragas, Ethiope tropes, and Carnivale Dance Hall into his Blessed-Meets-West multi-culti mash-ups. Teleseen drags the dancefloor to the desert floor, creating saxxy, sandy, sensual stops around the midi-map of Ethnography House. A standout in the SILK catalog, as it 69′s 808′s for swirling global exotic exploration; Bumper Dub for NatGeo trips, sambas for Saharan sunsets, enigmas for your long-ass train trances.
VERTICAL67 “SOULMATES” CS (SILK039)
Casual R n’ B swagger, puro-Euro instincts, and super studio techneeks are all over Soulmates, Vertical 67’s debut SILK cassette caress. The Berlin beat-maker combines the bass-session styles of Nigel Rodgers production with warm n’ fuzzy, as-the-gear-turns heartbreak house. You won’t know what you’ve been missing until you have it; 7 soul staples that enhance the mood and trance the mind.
EZLV “SELFISH BEAT” 12″ (SILK037)
EZLV craft playfully luxurious extended-mix radio hits from the bi-curious, bygone dance-meets-soul era. It’s Sound Stream in song form, luscious and light, brought to juicy lime-life with cool-curated club samples, late 70’s horn porn, and elegant DJ creationism. With a certain je ne sais quoi-quoi for the Francophilic party-fille and garçon in us all, Selfish Beat is sparkling, shimmering, alluring, uplifting fun. The French-Canadian duo are mixmaster maestros, ever-cultivating the beauty of nighttime exhibitionism and extravagance. Get a good feeling about this one. [NOTE: Don't trust the center labels, these play at 33 not 45]
ROCHE “A NIGHT AT THE HAÇ” 12″ (SILK036)
Bay Area Balearic burner Ben Winans aka Roche designs long tranced nights with no sign of morning. Opener “A Night At The Haç” kicks loose an epic dialogue of classic house thematics while “Insider Outsider” is all acid-alien gears turning progression. Side B’s “CG Vision” refracts a fish-eye lens while closer “Psycho Zombie Dreams” tunnels through a sphere of modulated raunch – seductive, intoxicating, mind-eating.
JUST BLACK “CAN’T PUT MY FINGER ON IT” CS (SILK035)
Smooth is the groove with Just Black. These deep house pulse-progressions – toned with a waz of acid jazz – make you hump n’ pump yr body right. For slow burners, all-nighters, jam vamps, sleek seekers, jackin’ jills and running men. Can’t put your finger on the center of the club-hubbub? Six tracks of now and how, surged together by the slinky Sir Stephen.
ANDY SANGRIA “KILL THE PRECEDENT” CS (SILK034)
The Sangria atmosphere is chilled with notes of ripe summer fruit. Like a hazy hi-five from the hand of Knuckles or Fingers, “Kill the Precedent” warps and wonks with a past-tense idealism. Supple samples, subtle bubbles, soupy bloops, smeared snares, raw awe – Less dancing than dreaming, and more than dreaming, dreaming of dancing. Distill the Precedent. Bleeding edge mixing by the light knight of bright nights Sir Stephen. Limited Edition of 100.
JONAS REINHARDT “FOAM FANGS” 12″ (SILK029)
Foam Fangs could be a term used to describe SILK’s preferred take on that too-easily dismissed 70’s dancefloor dementia of disco – the soft bite, love nibble, mirrorball on steady/ready perma-revolve. Jesse Reiner (Jonas Reinhardt’s first mister, alongside past/part-time collaborators like Phil Manley of Trans Am and Damon Palermo of Mi Ami/Magic Touch), who never quite had the Kranky krinkle of his ohm-ambient labelmates, travels head-on, Tomorrowland-style, through long-form cosmic Moroder constellations of ‘Foam Fangs.’ Nothing frothy about it, though there is a bit of the rubbery in Reiner’s bounce-about, cool, funky kraut-disco. Suddenly we’re beaming back to a time when the world looked forward, envisioning a 21st century decked with silver, chrome, and neoprene. It’s a sonic space both transparent and shiny; the metallic ding and cold ribbon of data, scrolling through infinite space. The opener, “Foam Fangs,” transports us instantly into an ever-expanding universe of sound and light at once fanning out and folding in on itself. Variations on that theme continue as the Jonas journey oscillates through the beat-beyond. With a digital-only remix by Beat Broker.
COYOTE CLEAN UP “FROZEN SOLID” CS (SILK027)
Coyote Clean Up, aka Ice Cold Chrissy, went to the same high school as Madonna. He’s raved alongside Detroit hard-knockers and partied with the big D noise-boys. FROZEN SOLID’s got the pickled perspective mesh/mash-up of glam-mo sensuality, post-industrial apocalypse humor, and Midwest wind-chill dream grime that all the coasters could use a sonic dose of. Snatch, crackle, pop: these are the backroom, rotating bed, velvet wallpaper, dance jams SILK built the foundation for their house on, sparkling and fading into the mini-reels of cassette candy. Vintage is only a vantage point for the crickety critics – CCU’s got old style for the new world, fresh and frozen for all you future freaks.
POLYSICK “FLOW FM” CS (SILK026)
Tune in Tokyo, Rio, Rome, to Flow FM, Polysick’s choppy, blip-bloppy, reality-byting radio station. Channel glide between robotic-chaotic dub, ecstatic acid static, sunny synth sampladelica, Jack-the-Risker groove stabs, Rowdy Rick Dees-sleaze, organ-doning vogue-zoning, crunk color wheelies, sweet jellies and sick jams. And now a word from our SILK Sponsors: Flow FM has the sleekest sounds on the blare-waves.
OCTO OCTA “ROUGH, RUGGED, AND RAW” CS (SILK025)
First in the SILK DJ Cassette Series, Limited 200 Edition. 35 minutes of previously unreleased Octo Octa tracks, mixed together for a smooth, creamy flow. 100% MILK. These bootlegs were made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do. Snatch one up.
BODY DOUBLE “MY LIFE (WHAT YOU NEED)” 12″ (SILK019)
Big, butch, bossy, industrial, and immediate, Body Double conjures KLF’s cult convictions, with the same stadium strength and flamboyant fire-technics. Imagine shirtless strobe-bro brawn, almost religious in its glory-grandiosity, Martin Gore-geous as an opulent outing. From shifted deep down vocal voids, construction/deconstruction factory fetishes, and bang-the-barrel-slowly tom fills on “My Life” to running man mounts, choral caresses, ghost-gospels, rally-reaching duets, and playful pitch stretches on “Be Strong,” Body Double bass-bounds through the blues barrier. Mournful and masculine, sweaty and strapping, assertive and arresting. With a club-bump, 55 hour-energy boost remix from Sir Stephen, sure to congregate and convert.
POLONAISE “TROCADERO” 12″ (SILK018)
Scott Goodwin has elevated electronics through deliberate drone as Bonus and maximized minimal techno as Operative but with Avalon Kalin, the fine finder of Finesse, and tasty treater of Glass Candy, they’ve found a key-board to Portland paradise with Polonaise. The twosome remind that romance is alive and lively on “Trocadero,” a vibrant valentine to primitive piano-plush early house. As the San Francisco danger-disco-drug-dance destination Trocadero Club sucked you into its sparkle spectacle so, too, does this EP: down the K-for-Kraftwerk Hole into those chase-bassy Black and White balls, all trance tuxedos and superfluid Steinways. Polonaise patience keeps you measured and mindful, freely feeling a designed dance; the blueprint for boogie. Bot-bops and Polonaise sauce, eat it up.
BOBBY BROWSER “JUST BROWSING” 12″ (SILK017)
Bay Area bruiser Andre Ferreira aka Bobby Browser makes PeopleMover music: taking his sweet time to glide. Side A Bass-ic backdrops are ever-changing: wade through winds on the night yacht, dewy fields for the drumline, front row Fashion Week, whirl-a-girl-globe-twirl. Side B Glist-opher Guest vocals by Mara Barrenbaum give the EP that art-echo-deco, opulent opera, Blessed House happy-hedonist feel. Rollin’ Roland silly strings play cucumber-cool Q and A with bubbly-bath acid stabs. It’s sunny techno, rat-a-tat trance, Tom Bomb Club Dub, woodwind hopscotch, Rob Rouser five-star quality. For your Uplift Mo’ Blow Party Plan. Just Browsing? Just Buying.
SFV ACID “GROWN” 12″ (SILK016)
Like the permanent midnight warm-up at an ’88 Genesis bash, the empty squelch sounds of SFV ACID are at their tab-on-tongue-in-cheek, acid-burning best. But don’t come listening for the happy-faced ecstasy-laced house-for-rent vibes of the free-samplin’, glory vocalin’, disco duckin’ celebrators. These are heady, midsummer night dreams of a bygone house era. There’s luxury and play to SFV ACID’s homegrown arcade grooves – sci-fi sounds over luscious piano leisure. It’s alien versus elator, Robo-copiousness. Driving down an alley in the San Fernando Valley never felt like this: woozy and wound up, sensual and cell-blocked, bouncy and breathy. As one electronic element bends another synthetic sonance breaks, into a pleasure pulse that bubbles up like a shaken sparkling water.
MALVOEAUX “BROKEN ANTHEM” 12″ (SILK015)
Jason Letkiewicz (Steve Summers, Innergaze, Rhythm Based Lovers) lives to tell all the dance anthems, broken and banging, through his multiple monikers on sound stages as dive/diverse as outdoor rave pleasure domes, gritty Hollywood abandoned department stores, and Bushwick 800-capacity warehouse wonderlands. With his Malvoeaux debut on SILK he plays the your inner eardrums, as if your head was inside a speaker cabinet, or else pressed to the deadbolted lead door of the most off-the-chain club in all of Western Europe. Pink wine and Brut poured for the biggest booth at an Oh La La lounge – this sensation is the sweetest French filter house you’ll find. Super processed, revved-up disco edits to get your night in full swing. Funky and feel-good, raunchy and repetitive, bumpy and begging for you to let it all go.
PEAKING LIGHTS “936 REMIXED” 12″ (SILK014)
Ponies from the SILK stable turn ‘936’ dub-a-dub lullaby groovers into full-on synth-sex, acid-bubble, twinkle-starshine dance ditties on this remix redux. Beat it with the chic vocal pitch n’ bounce and metallic/mechanic swing of Ital’s take on “Marshmellow Yellow.” Bring it on baroque with Xander Harris’ Sly and Dario giallo-reggae revision of “Birds of Paradise.” Innergaze hi-five the minimal wave of “All The Sun That Shines,” transforming the original into a syncopated psych-out dark-disco-dose FX fest. And Cuticle’s got the bleary bleep-bloop best of sweet serenade “Tiger Eyes” with Casio keyed-up flourishes, hi-hat space jams, and damp ramp-up breakdowns. Even beater than the real thing; let the Domino fall for ‘936’-gone-nightlife.
100% SILK 2011 TOUR T-SHIRT
We danced on water so you didn’t have to. Get the shirt and fool them all. Looking good is a breeze.
On American Apparel tees.
PHARAOHS “UHH UHH” 12″ (SILK012)
Cat in the Hat hats off to mad Madchester vibes in Pharaohs debut “Uhh Uhh.” You’ll have Happy Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays bouncing around to Pharaohs’ electric piano keys, synthetic drum pads, funky 80s breakdowns, and pitch-shifted-way-down vocal samples. A lot of freaky dancing went into this jangly, baggy World Party: Dublab aesthetics, memories of Buenos Aires bootleg cassettes, wave bending in Waikiki, Suzanne arts and Kraft. Add a bit of bubbly St. Germain acid, a pinch of 60s extended jazz grooves, a dash of KLF big band UK nonsense, and a touch of 94.7 fm liquid sax/velvet breath and you’ve got the deep pleasure of Pharaohs. Like nothing the SILK has seen before; taking the shiny dance floor to the warehouse cement floor, to the sandy patio floor for some hot, hot Hacienda nights.
OCTO OCTA “LET ME SEE YOU” 12″ (SILK011)
‘Tryin’ to let it go’ is the theme here: yearnin’ to earn it. The Octo Octa rhythm IS feeling, especially when yr feelings are hurt. From letdown to getdown, when melancholia’s callin ya, Octo Octa can break through. Emotions run high, and these cuts cut through somehow. It’s dance therapy – Docta Octa is in, checking yr pulse, charging by the half hour. Feelin’ blue can be electric. If yr here, now, you haven’t missed a thing. For the ball drop, the balloon drop, the moments after we’re sweat-soaked, covered in glitter, standing in a room full of strangers and lovers and memories all fading into fog. And the DJ played on. Turning this house into a home.
ITAL “ONLY FOR TONIGHT” 12″ (SILK010)
Dancing in the light of a miracle: that’s the gift Ital keeps giving. A love song from an era gone, “Only For Tonight” is a tawdry affair with rhythm, fickle and free. And if rhythm is a dancer, then Ital is her choreographer – he’s got his hands on her hips and he’s showing her the way. Ital knows how to lift you up, and up and up. There’s no ceiling to his dancefloor, no cap on his bottle of juice, and with this – his second SILK – Ital’s found his first sexy single. Twelve inches of time running out; you’ve got this night with Ital, but will you love him tomorrow? Lovers don’t just rock; they let their bodies talk, but only for tonight.
MAGIC TOUCH “I CAN FEEL THE HEAT” 12″ (SILK009)
Groove into Magic Touch’s pleasure factory, a floor-to-ceiling inventory of disco-covalence, guitar gush rush, even-better-than-the-real-thing sample soaring, and jumpin’ jackin’ flash. The A side has you feeling the burn after a serious night of get-down. Or tasting the burn after a serious night of get-up. Flip to the B side when you’re looking for love in all the ripe places. A vice is nice, but pills will never thrill you like the sensation of Magic Touch, that feverish fantasia of sweet heat. Let his fingers do the work, let the magic take you away, and please pump up these jams. If only to stop the longing…“I Can Feel The Heat” features bonus shredding by So-Cal amigo Josh Anzano and “Clubhouse” stars additional instrumentation by Miracle Clubber Honey Owens.
INNERGAZE “SHADOW DISCO” 12″ (SILK008)
Innergaze your innerself – it’s a Rorshark shock of broken dreams and disco balls, cracked make-up mirrors for lipstick stains and smears, and sugary sweet Tom Collins highballs to spill and then slip on. Innergaze makes dance music to stumble around to, at 3 a.m., when the dry ice is dried out and you can’t find your fur coat. There’s taking candy from a baby and then there’s taking candy-colored cocktails from a stranger who’s dosed you with Innergaze’s bump and fuzz and slo-mo vo-co’s. For writhing on a cold white leather couch in the air-conditioned club. Or for wearin’ white leather and gettin’ way laced. For Brooklyn Babes and Waldorf Astoria Queens and Bushwick Billionaires. Bubbles and trance for the Bridge and Tunnel set. Based on a lifetime of nighttimes, the syrup n’ synth soundstage for romance, tragedy, and a few glassy-eyed, glossy-mag’ed dream sequins. Strictly ballroom, strictly Freudian, and strictly speaking from the Innergaze Shadow Disco: Are you my mother, lover?
SIR STEPHEN “BY DESIGN” 12″ (SILK007)
Catwalk calls from a Creole Camelot; Sir Stephen’s more Boy London than Boy Bayou. Like the well-lit fitting room of a United Colors of Benetton store in Milan, “By Design” is consumer-cool counter culture, if the counter’s a denim bar that only takes gold Amex. Like the pool on the roof of a luxury hotel in Tokyo, “By Design” is Starck-er than stark, wetter than wild, and deeper in the shallow end. Like a Kuwakuba runway during Paris fall fashion week, “By Design” is baggy on Agynes, mixxy on Moss, jammin’ on Gemma. It’s so down it’s beat, so afterhours it’s early afternoon, so oversized there’s room for two. Made by design with the finest materials – rayon and on, cashmere and cream, and 100% silky Silk. Yeah, boy.
XANDER HARRIS “I WANT MORE THAN JUST BLOOD (HIGH HEELS REMIX)” 12″ (SILK006)
Italians may do it better – ice cream, genuine leather, synth splatter – but everything’s still bigger in Texas. Like this X Large redux from Austin’s X Harris. He calls side A the “high heels remix” which is chop-shop talk for shoegaze if yr shoes happen to be red patent pumps. Less gore than before, more vast unknown than he’s ever shown, side B soars like the flight of a DJ navigator who’s recently returned home to realize he’s left the 80s far behind, it’s almost 2012, and everyone he loves has aged and moved on without him. But the force is still strong with this one. If Xander Harris had a hammer, he’d beat down John Carpenter’s door, turn that Carpenteria into a Danceteria, and make that grave-waver Sweatt. Finally, an escape from New York.
GILLETTE 12″ (SILK005)
Utopian cities aren’t built in a day, but obelisk-o discos high-rise and fall during a Gillette night. Ladies and gentlemen, we’re not floating through space, we’re riding the Gillette monorail through a black-lit, airbrushed metropolis where ‘cussive keys are cold currency. It’s Gattaca enacted, Tommorowland for the modest techno fan, lullabies for the liquid metalhead, a Blade runner for your money. Dualities are dueling for yr ear-space: melancholic yet uplifting, picturesque while bleak, indefinite but somehow fated. Remote with control. When Gillette plays you’re the ping pong, the dance floor’s yr game table, and those hand claps you hear are the sounds the fans make when you cross the line. Now dance humans, make your kraft work.
MARIA MINERVA “NOBLE SAVAGE” 12″ (SILK004)
Bedroom dance from a London flat where the wanker walls throb with the echo unlimited drone of a pretty pulse. Amazonian/ Estonian goddess and self-professed hippy chick Maria Minerva builds the bump ‘n’ bass bricks for a real Bloc Party. The sounds of Side A play like a simpler-times-ode to the early 90s with touches of tribal trance, jungle-not-jungle hacker boy beats, layers upon layers of loopy lyric love, and the bubble-blowing atmospheric long walks we used to take down dark PM Dawn hallways. But the hit here is Side B’s “Disko Bliss,” where Maria’s brand of coke-coke-a-choo disco could chill out even the hottest of Donna’s summers while the SILK vinyl goes sizzle and crack. If Blondie was weirder, if Giogio Moroder traded pasta marinara for boiled potatoes, if Madonna’s post-rave bedtime stories actually went deeper and deeper, you’d have Ms. Minerva. But would she have you?
CUTICLE “CONFECTIONER BEATS” 12″ (SILK003)
Misunderstood during their time together by an Iowa City that couldn’t feel the computer-generated heart beating as one, Cuticle make the music your mind hears inside the green grates and grids of Tron. More deft than the Daft soundtrack, more dizzying than that Disney score. Side A enters the matrix with whirls and swirls as this plane of reality becomes a Cool World full of alien auto-tune and deep dance data. Side B is one long blue pill – lazer tag, Strange Days steady cams, mighty morphin’ synths n’ toys, circuit board swing, a cyber-symphonic time warp. If neon lovers glow in the dark then Cuticle can be seen radiating for miles. From the finger-less gloves of Daren Ho (Driphouse), Brendan O’Keefe (Nimby), and Jeff Witscher (Rene Hell): a three-dimensional systems preference sound show.
THE DEEEP “MUDDY TRACKS” 12″ (SILK002)
Coating like liquid sugar on top of solid sugar, The Deeep’s “Muddy Tracks” aims to please, tease, and see right through you. This is the kind of Toronto shamanism you never knew existed; it’s like someone pulled the stinger out of Beth Gibbons, like someone sucked the poison out of Tricky to leave you this stripped and satisfying zombie trance-hop stomp. This one takes the acid out of ACID and replaces it with a batch of ayahuasca. With remixes that lovingly introduce an easily dismissed relic of the garage past – the guitar – and jubilant Indo-Eastern tricks into the bold fold, this 12” is for sophisticates only. Those of us nostalgics who like to dance in our mind and then wax much poetic about it later.
ITAL “ITAL’S THEME” 12″ (SILK001)
Hot and sticky humid DC nights. San Fran brotherly love bangers. You-Can-Have-It-All loftings in Brooklyn. Ital bounces between these like a mechanized conga beat, offering up the kind of cuts that make you move like the smoother, sweeter version of yrself. This is the ultimate reversal of the day that disco died, the perfect envisioning of a dance culture that threw away the cheeky kitsch of hustle hangovers but held on to the je ne sais quoi of glitterfeti neon nightlife. “Itals Theme” is magnetic; the cold open for a one night stand, the montage you’d set yr Thursday night to – back when Thursday night was Friday night and you had to get out of the house. “Queens” reverberates through the dance hall like a rubber ball, off one wall and onto the other, picking up sweat and steam on the way. “One hit” sounds like the scaling of a skyscraper, higher and higher. Just writing “Makes you wanna dance” would be simply, stupidly, an understatement.