‘Anvers’, the French name for Belgian port Antwerp, starts in unassuming manner, synths swimming, bass pondering, a gentle cymbal tapping. It’s the sound of thoughtful admiration, as if Lapien is standing in front of the city’s towering gothic cathedral, motionless in the midst of a now modern metropolis. But then, as loops spring uncomfortably back and an insistent beat thunders into the fray, one realizes that this is no time for admiring architecture; this is a night drive through the city – coarse orange streetlamps, chrome blue reflections, droplet-stained window panes. Remixes by Conforce and Fred P.

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