Is there any musical genre that Will Holland touches that doesn’t turn to gold? Judging by this latest collab with the legendary Shinehead of ‘Jamaican In New York’ fame, it would seem not. Just the right application of vocal, bassline, reverb and echo make this a bona fide release that would have found favour on any Fashion, Pama or Greensleeves label release schedule back in the day.
I’ve always wondered what it was that Steve Braiden would pick to properly represent and invest in releasing on his own label, that wasn’t his own productions. I never felt that knowing his taste through his radio show was really enough to go on, and Slewis’ two-tracker proves me right, the sort of industrial-heavy stomper I only half had him pegged for. Insistent pounding kick-drums jaggedly set off with grainy chord pulsations.
A molten meld of house with the usual bass aesthetic from 877. Pops out three useful, if a little identikit, DJ tools.
The Hospital camp, including their young disciples at Med-School, have one of the most easily identifiable vibes in the game. This sound is always classy, elegant and admirably authentic and entirely non-conformist to the ebbs and flows of fashion, making them one of the most respected imprints. Keeno has already proved himself worthy of his place in the ranks, with this EP cementing him firmly. Soft and somehow upliftingly melancholy, with a profound sense of musicality. Beautiful.