listening techno that crawls into your brain. i don't know if this makes me want to dance but it makes me want to move, it makes me feel, it makes every part of my brain activate at once. deeply enjoyable textures

broken future does that eight minute creative source blissful section transitions thing. but in half the time, and without feeling rushed. it doesn't remind me of the music i love, but it makes me feel the same way with a new and original sound. immaculate energy on this

goes hard on the beats and pursues the buzz in speaker growl. mondo rhythms, lots of wobble, little delicate touches beneath the bombast. it's soundsystem music, but for the dreamcast generation. gang music from tokyo-to in the year showa 99

tapping the jazzy creative source-era vein where the song goes straight into the pocket and stays there. no frills all kick

unexpected grooves, deep head trips, heuristic curation, as promised. several tracks experiment with din daa daa vocalization pumping up the beats rather than vocal hooks, they really work for me. both the groove and the conversation with larger dance music conventions. also- 15 inches is some JSRF naganuma business

this kind of sound is the glue between jungle and video games. the tension, the synth wash, the hey. really, the relentlessness. the cycles are tight. jazzstep that slips beneath you and glides. i love the oboe or whatever that drops in the back end. the fancy take would be peter and the wolf but the sci fi vibe reality is way more tusken raider

this record just moves. creeps and clicks and pops forward forward forward. the tracks are all grinners, whimsical choppers, big fun but serious about moving you. soundsystem minimalism cheekily tweaked. mediterranean computer music roots that the synth sound blooms out of. new and old, silly and stepping razor. solid set

call this post-hardcore, all the genres you’d otherwise use to describe it came after. the melancholy lends real beauty to the silence that hangs after the rush. what a moment in time! immaculately produced live energy. the professional engineering of a studio release, the raw power and development of a band on tour, the connection between the guys in melodic conversation with each other gets so strong even the band playing it disappears, and there’s only the music, perfect.

the energy on this record is instant, unwavering, and ecstatic. the hits are pure, blissed out first, then intriguing, pushing but never so hard the buzz breaks, velvet underground. a new sound extending the past into the present yields dreamy results. the best of then the best of now the best

a hazy, gauzy wall of shimmer stands between the listener and the beat. the sonic theme of isolation in an environment of industrial entropy pulls this record in two directions: grounded unfettered song structures, an escapist fantasy production techniques. at its hardest there’s still an element of retro computer sound card, a softening barrier. and at its most vulnerable, there’s still a sense of light, sun piercing the raindrops your eyelashes hang on to. haunted and hopeful

building a contemporary dub sound, an interesting refresher on the sound's original vibe, not by sampling or using old tech, new tones done in a classic style. new but true. closer to rub a dub, in that everything is uptempo and dancefloor-ready. moonstomp techno. creeps, crawls, snaps, kicks, thumps, claps, pops, bops, rules. the black hole heavyweight grooves are mad fun, a serotonin compilation for sure

nice showcase of how music embodies contradiction: a busy album, crowded with ideas, is actually a simple, chill example of how deep house can move feet without bangers. i say chill but everything here is warm fuzz. digital device boots up and cruises, on its halcyon on and on. the vocal house tips work really nice. but the throwback aspect for me is the attention to the drum cycle. a norton-era, proto-house practice. kind of beat gen dream house? urban magical realism

i often compare ambient and atmospheric music to travel. music is motion, the song and the listener travel through time together, the notes follow each other across the page. and this album is drifting. it is floating, it is the noise the shore makes holding bodies of water. beautiful wandering through the gnarl. evokes ragas and pre-radio parlor music. the sound of sun dappled fractals coming apart and back together. love it

middle eastern digital hardstep. taps into the old school tension of cyberpunk, horror movie edge pushing the vibe up. but there’s a whimsy at work, so it drifts into territory a little more video game than movie soundtrack. despite the threatening veneer, this record is infectious because of its joy and drive. iran in the drum cycles, subtle and powerfully alive, lived, the beats roll. cycles more trance than minimal wave and trance more primary source than reinterpretation.