Laurel Halo trumped most last year with the brilliant, long- playing 'Chance Of Rain' on Hyperdub; now she applies some of her maverick talent to Factory Floor's latest single. Remodelling the primitive pulse of the band's arcane drum machines, Halo's version reaches a giddy climax with nebulous synths and smudged dub tones. In contrast, Detroit techno hero, Carl Craig, reduces the groove to a darkened, hypnotic club tool.
Nuts. Entirely crackpot. Applaud it unreservedly. Jamail Bufford raps with a kind of supra-stoned perma-surprise, free-associating all over the shop as the music does the same freewheeling moves underneath him. A sublimely slippery sound from (for me anyhoo) unheard new producer Evilldoer, constantly under threat of overloading itself into noisy arryhthmia but still staying the right side of abrasiveness, hanging around only long enough to sink under your skin. A 10-minute mix would make you puke your ring but this is unsettling, gaseous madness you should breathe deep.
Known for his vocal hardstyle anthems, The Pitcher is back on Fusion delivering another big hitter for the winter months, with an infectious pitched-up vocal and catchy melody in the main break and drop. Adding some euphoric sounds on this very dark raw label but steering clear of being too obvious in the intro and outro sections compliments the breakdown well.
Northern lights from Manchester, nice mix of reggae and thunkingly heavy old-skool beats, rampagingly spot-on lyrics lending weight to what we've always known. We don't need to legalise it. In most of the country IT ALREADY IS MANDATORY.