Hard-working club trax from UKF rogue, NKC, bringing his detailed, rhythmelodic pressure to Her Records with undeniably effective style and pattern.
Back when he first appeared in the very late stages of UKF’s evolution c. 2011 with The Pyramids EP on Forefront, save for a few 12”s with Awkward Movements and Senseless, we always found it odd that NKC disappeared nearly as quickly as he arrived.
Skip a couple years to 2014, and he was a star of Her Records’ Volume 3, leading to this, his fully fledged debut for the world-renowned label; a spartan distillation of all that’s good about OG, haughty New York tribal styles, the polyrhythmic suss of UKF, and the locked-in, precise production values of hyper-current club constructions.
Hague Basement throws down whomping bass and cut-up samba drums with a show-dem febrility, whilst Salon Room canters head high with a relentless, fierce intent, and BTD150 allows some room in the mix for simmering white noise builds and avian chirrups, hinting it’s light outside but you ain’t leaving.
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Hard-working club trax from UKF rogue, NKC, bringing his detailed, rhythmelodic pressure to Her Records with undeniably effective style and pattern.
Back when he first appeared in the very late stages of UKF’s evolution c. 2011 with The Pyramids EP on Forefront, save for a few 12”s with Awkward Movements and Senseless, we always found it odd that NKC disappeared nearly as quickly as he arrived.
Skip a couple years to 2014, and he was a star of Her Records’ Volume 3, leading to this, his fully fledged debut for the world-renowned label; a spartan distillation of all that’s good about OG, haughty New York tribal styles, the polyrhythmic suss of UKF, and the locked-in, precise production values of hyper-current club constructions.
Hague Basement throws down whomping bass and cut-up samba drums with a show-dem febrility, whilst Salon Room canters head high with a relentless, fierce intent, and BTD150 allows some room in the mix for simmering white noise builds and avian chirrups, hinting it’s light outside but you ain’t leaving.
Hard-working club trax from UKF rogue, NKC, bringing his detailed, rhythmelodic pressure to Her Records with undeniably effective style and pattern.
Back when he first appeared in the very late stages of UKF’s evolution c. 2011 with The Pyramids EP on Forefront, save for a few 12”s with Awkward Movements and Senseless, we always found it odd that NKC disappeared nearly as quickly as he arrived.
Skip a couple years to 2014, and he was a star of Her Records’ Volume 3, leading to this, his fully fledged debut for the world-renowned label; a spartan distillation of all that’s good about OG, haughty New York tribal styles, the polyrhythmic suss of UKF, and the locked-in, precise production values of hyper-current club constructions.
Hague Basement throws down whomping bass and cut-up samba drums with a show-dem febrility, whilst Salon Room canters head high with a relentless, fierce intent, and BTD150 allows some room in the mix for simmering white noise builds and avian chirrups, hinting it’s light outside but you ain’t leaving.
Hard-working club trax from UKF rogue, NKC, bringing his detailed, rhythmelodic pressure to Her Records with undeniably effective style and pattern.
Back when he first appeared in the very late stages of UKF’s evolution c. 2011 with The Pyramids EP on Forefront, save for a few 12”s with Awkward Movements and Senseless, we always found it odd that NKC disappeared nearly as quickly as he arrived.
Skip a couple years to 2014, and he was a star of Her Records’ Volume 3, leading to this, his fully fledged debut for the world-renowned label; a spartan distillation of all that’s good about OG, haughty New York tribal styles, the polyrhythmic suss of UKF, and the locked-in, precise production values of hyper-current club constructions.
Hague Basement throws down whomping bass and cut-up samba drums with a show-dem febrility, whilst Salon Room canters head high with a relentless, fierce intent, and BTD150 allows some room in the mix for simmering white noise builds and avian chirrups, hinting it’s light outside but you ain’t leaving.