Monday, April 23, 2007

I COULD EAT A PEACH FOR HOURS


These tracks are perfect for slapping on the ol' power glove, going right in the socket, and summoning the Zord. First, to follow up Pop Rawkus, some more bass action from the golden boy of dubstep, Herve. The guy brings the THICKEST bass that makes me go crazy. He's completely dark horsing the whole dubsided movement for me right now, his productions have more spark than any Jesse Rose I've heard yet (tho I do have a soft spot for Induceve's Warehouse Shit). Anyway, these remixes are clever, heavy, and are basically guaranteed make you want to strut yr shit or fuck fuck.

Unklejam - Love Ya (Herve Remix)
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Hi Jackin' (Herve's Fuck Fuck Remix) ****link removed. Visit Juno Download to purchase the track.


I missed this one back in 04, and only found out about it by following links over at our boy Zartek's Awesome Hall Of Fame, a prime slice of mecha empathy that came out on LA's Computer Life Recordings in 04 and was repressed earlier this year on Clone. This track totally ups the junction on the vox front, with the catchiest "let me hear your heart beat...." this side of Joan Armatrading's Lets go dancing. The beat bops along with a 80s electro throwback, that bounce would be right at home On the Nile, the whole things a crazy wash that really wires my circuits, and would probably stick it to the booty of any deserving dancefloor.

Photocall - Silver Clouds (vox) [alt link]


This is the new money on kompakt. What else do you need? Its the b-side.

Reinhard Voigt - Buerger Sichten Falschgeld
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Finally, it's taking everything I've got not to post more of Asa Breed, because I think it just may end up being the album of this year, but the good cats at Ghostly have asked me to kindly refrain from dropping anything other than Deserter, at least for a little while, and I'll oblige. So yeah, I had to remove the Fourtet remix, as beautiful as it was. You can stream deserter here.

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