With a name that places them squarely in poll-position for the iTunes Grand Prix, Aardvarck are straight off the grid with a tank full of Detroit-sourced fuel; a sound which has seen them spray the champagne on a gold run of 12"s. Opening with the appropriately titled 'Start', you'd initially be forgiven for thinking the Aardvarck had gone all home-listening on us, as a creamy swirl of shrouded soundscape dissipates into nothing. Or does it...? Well of course not, for no sooner has it settled on the ear there's an almighty crash and ten-tonnes of steel-edged, scalpel beats rain in from above. Who needs tea-tree when you've got this? Continuing in a similar vein, the fantastic 'Cult Copy 1' rattles into view with teeth-gnawing precision - as a Detroit stomper is submerged from the neck down in a syrupy compote of shimmering synths, grinding beats and some priceless filter action. Elsewhere, 'Coma' acts as a charming epilogue to 'Start's soft-centered opening salvo, 'Delsin King' is a grimey (no capital letter!) blast of ratchet techno, whilst 'Ooit' takes a rubber-dub beat and gives it an incremental topping of squelchy goodness. Aardvarck have put the motor back into Detroit-tech. I'm gonna get you little ant!
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With a name that places them squarely in poll-position for the iTunes Grand Prix, Aardvarck are straight off the grid with a tank full of Detroit-sourced fuel; a sound which has seen them spray the champagne on a gold run of 12"s. Opening with the appropriately titled 'Start', you'd initially be forgiven for thinking the Aardvarck had gone all home-listening on us, as a creamy swirl of shrouded soundscape dissipates into nothing. Or does it...? Well of course not, for no sooner has it settled on the ear there's an almighty crash and ten-tonnes of steel-edged, scalpel beats rain in from above. Who needs tea-tree when you've got this? Continuing in a similar vein, the fantastic 'Cult Copy 1' rattles into view with teeth-gnawing precision - as a Detroit stomper is submerged from the neck down in a syrupy compote of shimmering synths, grinding beats and some priceless filter action. Elsewhere, 'Coma' acts as a charming epilogue to 'Start's soft-centered opening salvo, 'Delsin King' is a grimey (no capital letter!) blast of ratchet techno, whilst 'Ooit' takes a rubber-dub beat and gives it an incremental topping of squelchy goodness. Aardvarck have put the motor back into Detroit-tech. I'm gonna get you little ant!
With a name that places them squarely in poll-position for the iTunes Grand Prix, Aardvarck are straight off the grid with a tank full of Detroit-sourced fuel; a sound which has seen them spray the champagne on a gold run of 12"s. Opening with the appropriately titled 'Start', you'd initially be forgiven for thinking the Aardvarck had gone all home-listening on us, as a creamy swirl of shrouded soundscape dissipates into nothing. Or does it...? Well of course not, for no sooner has it settled on the ear there's an almighty crash and ten-tonnes of steel-edged, scalpel beats rain in from above. Who needs tea-tree when you've got this? Continuing in a similar vein, the fantastic 'Cult Copy 1' rattles into view with teeth-gnawing precision - as a Detroit stomper is submerged from the neck down in a syrupy compote of shimmering synths, grinding beats and some priceless filter action. Elsewhere, 'Coma' acts as a charming epilogue to 'Start's soft-centered opening salvo, 'Delsin King' is a grimey (no capital letter!) blast of ratchet techno, whilst 'Ooit' takes a rubber-dub beat and gives it an incremental topping of squelchy goodness. Aardvarck have put the motor back into Detroit-tech. I'm gonna get you little ant!