Nick León's Future Times debut slots into the label's club library like a quarter in a pinball table. Time-distorted hard-swung grooves that stir León's customary polyrhythms into house and techno architectures that point directly at the stars.
León's been on an impressive roll in the last couple of years - check the NAAFI-released 'Aguacero' if u missed it - but this tight set of febrile bouncers transposes his variant club constructions into near-sacred locales. The first three tracks play like a continuous narrative, slapping faded percussion over environmental squeaks and synths that harmonize with recent deployments from Amazondotcom and Siete Catorce. 'Blue Data' lays rhythm over rhythm, referencing pre-Hispanic South American microtonality while sliding perpetually towards a Fourth World k-hole. It's smart, fwd-thinking dance music that sits outside of obvious genre classifications - maybe it's techno? It's sci-fi, sure, but archeologically so, hinting at the kind of cultural-historical backdrop that used to be a genre staple in the Drexciyan era.
The flipside is comparatively lighter - 'Gum Tree' sounds like a 2nd wave Detroit rework of BoC's 'Geogaddi' rage, while 'Sewer System' reduces the electro formula to pinprick rattles, setting stark percussion against a lilting reggaeton-adjacent sonic boom. A collaboration with Apron/L.I.E.S. veteran Greg Beato, it shows León's range; he sounds equally limber operating within a wide spectrum of club modes, but his signature is a reliable constant. It's an alien sound from way out, grounded in Miami dancefloor literacy and algebraic rhythmic knowhow.
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Nick León's Future Times debut slots into the label's club library like a quarter in a pinball table. Time-distorted hard-swung grooves that stir León's customary polyrhythms into house and techno architectures that point directly at the stars.
León's been on an impressive roll in the last couple of years - check the NAAFI-released 'Aguacero' if u missed it - but this tight set of febrile bouncers transposes his variant club constructions into near-sacred locales. The first three tracks play like a continuous narrative, slapping faded percussion over environmental squeaks and synths that harmonize with recent deployments from Amazondotcom and Siete Catorce. 'Blue Data' lays rhythm over rhythm, referencing pre-Hispanic South American microtonality while sliding perpetually towards a Fourth World k-hole. It's smart, fwd-thinking dance music that sits outside of obvious genre classifications - maybe it's techno? It's sci-fi, sure, but archeologically so, hinting at the kind of cultural-historical backdrop that used to be a genre staple in the Drexciyan era.
The flipside is comparatively lighter - 'Gum Tree' sounds like a 2nd wave Detroit rework of BoC's 'Geogaddi' rage, while 'Sewer System' reduces the electro formula to pinprick rattles, setting stark percussion against a lilting reggaeton-adjacent sonic boom. A collaboration with Apron/L.I.E.S. veteran Greg Beato, it shows León's range; he sounds equally limber operating within a wide spectrum of club modes, but his signature is a reliable constant. It's an alien sound from way out, grounded in Miami dancefloor literacy and algebraic rhythmic knowhow.
Tip!
Nick León's Future Times debut slots into the label's club library like a quarter in a pinball table. Time-distorted hard-swung grooves that stir León's customary polyrhythms into house and techno architectures that point directly at the stars.
León's been on an impressive roll in the last couple of years - check the NAAFI-released 'Aguacero' if u missed it - but this tight set of febrile bouncers transposes his variant club constructions into near-sacred locales. The first three tracks play like a continuous narrative, slapping faded percussion over environmental squeaks and synths that harmonize with recent deployments from Amazondotcom and Siete Catorce. 'Blue Data' lays rhythm over rhythm, referencing pre-Hispanic South American microtonality while sliding perpetually towards a Fourth World k-hole. It's smart, fwd-thinking dance music that sits outside of obvious genre classifications - maybe it's techno? It's sci-fi, sure, but archeologically so, hinting at the kind of cultural-historical backdrop that used to be a genre staple in the Drexciyan era.
The flipside is comparatively lighter - 'Gum Tree' sounds like a 2nd wave Detroit rework of BoC's 'Geogaddi' rage, while 'Sewer System' reduces the electro formula to pinprick rattles, setting stark percussion against a lilting reggaeton-adjacent sonic boom. A collaboration with Apron/L.I.E.S. veteran Greg Beato, it shows León's range; he sounds equally limber operating within a wide spectrum of club modes, but his signature is a reliable constant. It's an alien sound from way out, grounded in Miami dancefloor literacy and algebraic rhythmic knowhow.
Tip!
Nick León's Future Times debut slots into the label's club library like a quarter in a pinball table. Time-distorted hard-swung grooves that stir León's customary polyrhythms into house and techno architectures that point directly at the stars.
León's been on an impressive roll in the last couple of years - check the NAAFI-released 'Aguacero' if u missed it - but this tight set of febrile bouncers transposes his variant club constructions into near-sacred locales. The first three tracks play like a continuous narrative, slapping faded percussion over environmental squeaks and synths that harmonize with recent deployments from Amazondotcom and Siete Catorce. 'Blue Data' lays rhythm over rhythm, referencing pre-Hispanic South American microtonality while sliding perpetually towards a Fourth World k-hole. It's smart, fwd-thinking dance music that sits outside of obvious genre classifications - maybe it's techno? It's sci-fi, sure, but archeologically so, hinting at the kind of cultural-historical backdrop that used to be a genre staple in the Drexciyan era.
The flipside is comparatively lighter - 'Gum Tree' sounds like a 2nd wave Detroit rework of BoC's 'Geogaddi' rage, while 'Sewer System' reduces the electro formula to pinprick rattles, setting stark percussion against a lilting reggaeton-adjacent sonic boom. A collaboration with Apron/L.I.E.S. veteran Greg Beato, it shows León's range; he sounds equally limber operating within a wide spectrum of club modes, but his signature is a reliable constant. It's an alien sound from way out, grounded in Miami dancefloor literacy and algebraic rhythmic knowhow.
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Nick León's Future Times debut slots into the label's club library like a quarter in a pinball table. Time-distorted hard-swung grooves that stir León's customary polyrhythms into house and techno architectures that point directly at the stars.
León's been on an impressive roll in the last couple of years - check the NAAFI-released 'Aguacero' if u missed it - but this tight set of febrile bouncers transposes his variant club constructions into near-sacred locales. The first three tracks play like a continuous narrative, slapping faded percussion over environmental squeaks and synths that harmonize with recent deployments from Amazondotcom and Siete Catorce. 'Blue Data' lays rhythm over rhythm, referencing pre-Hispanic South American microtonality while sliding perpetually towards a Fourth World k-hole. It's smart, fwd-thinking dance music that sits outside of obvious genre classifications - maybe it's techno? It's sci-fi, sure, but archeologically so, hinting at the kind of cultural-historical backdrop that used to be a genre staple in the Drexciyan era.
The flipside is comparatively lighter - 'Gum Tree' sounds like a 2nd wave Detroit rework of BoC's 'Geogaddi' rage, while 'Sewer System' reduces the electro formula to pinprick rattles, setting stark percussion against a lilting reggaeton-adjacent sonic boom. A collaboration with Apron/L.I.E.S. veteran Greg Beato, it shows León's range; he sounds equally limber operating within a wide spectrum of club modes, but his signature is a reliable constant. It's an alien sound from way out, grounded in Miami dancefloor literacy and algebraic rhythmic knowhow.
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