Five alarmingly immaculate, impeccably produced wrigglers from this side of the Spree. Twitch, prang and Bimmer-kid swing included for you there in the corner. Eight-legged tek’ouz, bleep and shades of grimelight meet GRM-school ilektro-acoustic spectralism. Sub-low basslines guaranteed; “dreamy”, “lush”, "soulful" (oh, God) pads absolutely unwelcome.
