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  1. -=Vinyl=-
  2. Whether or not techno music is destructive and to what degree is fair concern to have, but there's no denying that it can call upon our primal instinct of surrendering to rhythms together with everyone around the proverbial camp fire. Sure, the camps of today are the clubs, and the fires are strobes, but that doesn't change the essence of rituals that we continue practicing.
  3. The release stays close to 130 BPM and offers efficient tools for the dancefloor: Airy, for one, represents a syncopated narrative of wonder and magical realism, whereas in the hands of Gotshell it becomes less contemplative, shifting to a more direct perspective. Backed by cascading kicks XI takes a dive into atonal realm, and Kijin—the most brutal number of EP—offers a densely packed treble range running above the hammering 3/3 kicks. With Hydra, it's a trip laden with wondrous soundscapes, shamanic percussion and sensations of unexplored grounds emanating from the bassline, after which the closer Trioptic provides a rebellious theme fitting for times of unrest and resistance.
  7. -=Digital=-
  8. Nervous stimuli flashing every nanosecond in different parts of our bodies, shockwaves of pleasure and pain surging through the mind, our brain processing every sensation lustfully—that, is how we go about our lives. Humans, every bit as pre-programmed in nature as machines but with a difference of being blissfully oblivious to this most of the time, we are the advanced versions of our own creations that will eventually outperform us in everything.
  9. While leaning towards lo-fi at first, RDS 220 subsequently develops into a composition of unbound percussive force and synths that brilliantly mimic electric guitar, with Antimatter expanding on that idea by effectively utilizing walls of noise and fierce powerhouse buzzing that ultimately surrender to a wild, old-school, rave-reminiscent bassline. Making use of distorted drones and female moans, Shiver presents an erotically-charged techno piece that is guaranteed to make the crowd go mental, and Halifax is fast to exploit such condition with immense, absolutely brutal kicks and raging, monstrous roars that envelop the track, leaving no bit of spectrum unaffected. The ferociousness of Coburn and the way syncopation of percs is managed on it creates a sensation of being a passenger of a speeding train, accelerating perpetually towards an emerging dead end, but luckily, TXC manages to put a halt to an EP at exactly right moment, engaging seemingly ever-descending, angst-ridden pads and unusually arranged, decelerating drum patterns.
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