Premiere: Heap – Rethink Your Reality

"Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience.” That’s what Walter Benjamin said in praise of a condition that has become familiar to many during lockdown - but one of which we shouldn’t be too ...

Premiere: Endless Mow – Insect

Our pals at Mega Metal have assembled a taut, lithe, essential compilation. Drawing deep from disparate pockets of ascendant metallurgists – from local London familia to further afield, Iceland to Hong Kong – t...

Premiere: Overland – Doubtful

Sweat Equity is the sixth label Overland's released with thus far, but perhaps the most fittingly named. The weight of her kicks alone are enough to moisten brows of even the most seasoned techno fans. At full ...

Premiere: RIP Swirl – Antisocial

If RIP Swirl's 9TEEN90 plays like the illegitimate lovechild of Boards of Canada and Iglooghost, Jai Paul must have been invited to help conceive the followup. A shimmering amalgam of the glitched-out textures ...

Premiere: Taxa – Atlas

Incarnate perspective; our sweet Mirror Zone cracks open again, a wide new message flooding deep from the mouth. The wash blows through with elated thunder, direct and loud – an urgent deluge of blinding fact, ...

Premiere: Yssue – Riddim The Dirt

After two releases of '80s new wave hauntology and industrial dirge, Serbian label and ‘pretentious club night’ YES has tipped its head towards the irreverent lightness of Yssue, who returns with his first rele...

Premiere: Lilipulu – B1

Born out of a plan to collaborate on some straightforward edits comes Lilupulu, the unscripted collaboration between four Moscovite artists. With the promise of a stroll through Moscow's Elk forest escalating i...

Premiere: Ludwig A.F. – Weightless

It seems all Ludwig A.F. Röhrscheid productions are cast from one musical mould. Coated with the same wistful patina as sought-after debut, Velocity, his latest sees pads span horizons and 303s melt synapses ac...

Premiere: Jean-Luc – Die Blaue Orange Pressen

Low Bat might have upped sticks and fled Berlin in favour of his native France, but he dedicates Endlich Normale Menschen to friends made in the German capital. Think of it as a microcosm of the experimental sc...