Second Installment of the Sameheads’ bi-annual vinyl compilation highlighting the Berlin based bar / club / playground / space / collective / cult / whatever’s musical mavericks. An-i, Franz Scala, Alexander Arpeggio & Marlene Stark, Epsilove & Ohlandy, Anklepants and Umlaut are all featured at the top of their game. A unique-clutch of oddball bangers.
Berlin collective Mechatronica continues their limited, vinyl-only White series dedicated to sounds across synth, new wave, EBM, italo and electro, with a split EP by Danish producer Nixxon and Italian dance wave wizard Franz Scala. Nixxon’s gloomy, cosmic electro slow-roller opens Mechatronica White 2, followed by the heavier sounds of West, driven by razor-sharp synth stabs, voodoo percussion and a colossal bassline to boot. On the flip, Franz Scala meshes italo, acid and spacey synth grooves into two effective anthems for the floor, destined to move bodies and transport minds.
First part in a brace of new chapter of Italian Dance Wave Compilation Serie. Ma Spaventi, Sauvage World, 2000 and the hardest working man in disco, Slow Motion label head Franz Scala. A trippy selection of proper after hours jams, to keep feet moving and heads spinning till the sun comes up.
Two weeks ago we were unlucky enough to miss our Berlin weekend due to airport strike in both Berlin airports.
We missed a monstrous line-up at Griessmühle with Bleak, Johannes Volk, DJ Overdose and Hakim Murphy on Friday and June, Florian Kupfer, AN-i and Zadig on Saturday night.
We managed to reschedule our trip for this weekend and we hope that we will get to and from Berlin all safe.
This weekend offering is not that bad and we will have again a diverse music program.
Spinning gold is pretty difficult. But that’s what Franz Scala does. Simple when you know how, and this Italian does. Three tracks of pure italo sunshine. Snapping beats and cocktail chords meet on the dancefloor for ‘Discoteca Paradiso’, sleek synthlines keeping time as the pair turn and twirl. ‘Gun Theory’ works in moonlit. Clean drums are sullied by dripping keys, a cigarette locked in the teeth of this after hours affair. And the lights aren’t up yet, Scala has one more floor filler up his sleeve. Pulsing rhythms say there still hope, she’s style out there; but the bitter sweet melodies disagree. A lilting heartbreaker, in the elegant form of ‘Riflessi’.