Russian producers Namesis and Sunko, show us their origins with this album. Where we can find a very marked roots between synthwave, Ebm and coldwave. Voices that make you shudder from the depths of your being. It also has three remixes that perfectly capture the matrix to take it to the next level, each remixer in the field that feels more comfortable. “On the Knees” is an album full of power, strength and grit.
3 Years Compilation from Soil Records, coming with tracks by Bestial Mouths, Notausgang, TYVYT-IYTYI, Mimmo, Larionov & Daniel Holt, Urban Matrix and more.
Necare Disko EP is the debut original release from, Thomaas Banks and also the first release on his own imprint, Sinahti. The 4 track EP delves into his love for EBM & the slower side of Techno. Necare Disko rocks with low slung future vibes. Gnarly metallic synths and apocalyptic Vatican orchestration meld with a rolling beat to provide a sleek burner with plenty of grind and glimmer. Vital Claret ups the tempo with a rousing trip to the chasm edge. Ring modulated arpeggiated leads clash with insistent embers of modular rebellion. A background hum rises throughout to reach a punishing crescendo. TYVYT|IYTYI on the first remix of the EP’s title track and he pushes the swamp funk button for a syncopated noise workout, with a hot as hell detuned noir melody around the halfway mark. Magma! The EP closes with a loose open electro remix of Necare Disko from Hymns. Open and lighter than the rest of the EP, nevertheless it still has a taut, Germanic vibe with distorted bass funk dueling hard towards the end.
Pinkman delivers another sturdy record for the connoisseurs of discomforting electronics. The second 5 Years Of Tears release unifies 6 artists, each with their own interpretation of the labels ill-famed sound, embodied in vibrating basslines, metallic beats, and corrosive acid. Gear yourself up for yet more nerve-racking music and get accustomed to the obscurity of this series of releases, because the madness is all but finished.
TYVYT|IYTYI. A dusty tape of six tracks unearthed beneath the Pinkman Broken Dreams division. Nothing is known about this unnameable artist apart from his sound. A legion of hiss marches across the cassette, a blighted beat bites into lancing synthlines that bellow and writhe in their pitiful attempt to escape. Strings are left to howl in turmoil in tracks born out of a crude joke and wry smile. Mick Wills offers no condolences, the Stuttgart man lashing away any humanity with his embittered edit. Found in the pit, made for the pit.
The Hipodrome Of Music 