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26—05—13
Stripped-back synth techno that treats the 808 like a tuning fork, droning on in search of something between the hyperspace of early Detroit and the grey abstraction of 90s minimal. Anubis Rude keeps the tempo locked but lets the melodic elements drift, which turns what could’ve been a straight warehouse blueprint into something more introspective. This is the kind of record that works equally well as hypnotic club fuel or as something to stare at the wall to.
On Ingrown Records.