a yawning desert covers and oppresses a distant daemon-sphere pregnant with the stuff of a thousand earths. clouds of the same hue and attitude as the infinite sands gradually dominate the sky, possessed of a malign intelligence. a trans-generational caravan cuts an unforgiving line through the dunes in a fruitless mission to close its great mad circle, forever missing by just miles. it is a roving, innumerable harem in liege to an unsexed tyrant who sings them this song, reproduced here by resonant hole emissaries jeanne vomit-terror and ed sunspot, as the caravan commits the abominable act of transgressing the horizon into the infant sky-desert “above.” carl calm’s “gulf of night” mix is a monster, as is the great mike simonetti’s perverse interpretation!

ultimate crew presents 4 tracks of decimating future rave: peak moments of crystallized energy reduced to the most simple and effective dance-floor weapons known to man. entire nights distilled into mere minutes- providing you, the dj, with the deepest cuts for the deadliest win. side a: elastic / tak: acid dripping off the cuff. hip-house illumination via a saw wave cutting through the skull. watch your mind! side b: future / method: only time will tell. remember the future and wait for the break: it will break you.

deep acid boogie? autumnal detroit cuts? or maybe just instant classic. whatever the language, this isnt new todd osborn, but its not old todd osborn. it is the osborn of a new generation and out of a generation. it is limited, but for everyone: slated for fall, but timeless. uncut, barrel proof, and all yours.

you know some people who, when they go out, they get lost. a melody, a face leads them away and its a wonder they ever get home. in the nighttime, in the throng, if the path of least resistance is the path unknown, its hard to know whether you should or shouldnt.
single sided release, white vinyl pressing.

you know some people who, when they go out, they get lost. a melody, a face leads them away and its a wonder they ever get home. in the nighttime, in the throng, if the path of least resistance is the path unknown, its hard to know whether you should or shouldnt.
single sided release, regular black vinyl pressing.

beautiful and unrelenting, understated and overwhelming, mr. osborn delivers on the promise ofall of those adjectives with back 2 here. four detroit inspired compositions guiding your night to all of the right places, from dusk to sunrise. back 2 here bridges an intense emotional resonance from the thundering physicality of the club, the purple skied, clear summer after hours straight on until a post-party morning breakfast. with each new release, todd proves himself one of the true alchemists of electronic music

nice price deal !!! hallucinating, mechanical, and dark, spatial techno from three legged race. the wrong element ep solidifies robert beattys recent mind bending live performances into proper physical form: a 12 inch extended play record. the high voltage lines of slum moog and brick 808 define the all saturating sound seeping from the black lead earth of lexington, kentucky. the mastery of tension and release found throughout beattys work with hair police and burning star core is here crystalized into a rich and daunting psycho-physical techno fit for the club and the basement. listen with the lights off.

act re act: daaaaark is the typical expression used to define act re act. uplfting synths, spastic latin percussion, and a pummeling 808 bring some light for the harder moments.
ms. minnie: kitty ms. minnie, age 39, was caught saturday evening sneaking a 909 into the club and having her way with the hi-hats. she ripped it up in honor of larry heard before being forcefully removed by security. the whereabouts of said 909 are unknown.
the origin: a minimal bit of italo kit shoved through the hatch of a nasa shuttle (it was recorded in houston, tx after-all) and sent around several moons of several planets. what was discovered is only now being made available for public consumption.