Qoso aligns your chakras with a killer half hour collage of tripped out dance music and downbeats spliced with self-help tutorials and new age simulacra.
Working somewhere in between the self-contained, mutant worlds of Krikor and Low Jack, fellow French producer Qoso shows a canny sleight of hand in his abstract narrative transitions between rugged rhythms and immersive atmospheres, presenting a rawly refined image of the styles on his last album ‘Printemps-été’ following the experimental techno blatz of last years 12” for TTT.
Strafing from ambient pads to fusions of footwork and daft YouTubers, lushly screwed jungle and Discovery Channel ephemera, it’s got a sort of modern day pulpy Quantum Leap quality to the timeline jump-cuts and more smudged vaporwavey passages, eventually fading into the sort of late ‘90s hiphop and warped-lense, mushie blue electronica referenced by DJ Python or Special Guest DJ/uon.
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Qoso aligns your chakras with a killer half hour collage of tripped out dance music and downbeats spliced with self-help tutorials and new age simulacra.
Working somewhere in between the self-contained, mutant worlds of Krikor and Low Jack, fellow French producer Qoso shows a canny sleight of hand in his abstract narrative transitions between rugged rhythms and immersive atmospheres, presenting a rawly refined image of the styles on his last album ‘Printemps-été’ following the experimental techno blatz of last years 12” for TTT.
Strafing from ambient pads to fusions of footwork and daft YouTubers, lushly screwed jungle and Discovery Channel ephemera, it’s got a sort of modern day pulpy Quantum Leap quality to the timeline jump-cuts and more smudged vaporwavey passages, eventually fading into the sort of late ‘90s hiphop and warped-lense, mushie blue electronica referenced by DJ Python or Special Guest DJ/uon.
Qoso aligns your chakras with a killer half hour collage of tripped out dance music and downbeats spliced with self-help tutorials and new age simulacra.
Working somewhere in between the self-contained, mutant worlds of Krikor and Low Jack, fellow French producer Qoso shows a canny sleight of hand in his abstract narrative transitions between rugged rhythms and immersive atmospheres, presenting a rawly refined image of the styles on his last album ‘Printemps-été’ following the experimental techno blatz of last years 12” for TTT.
Strafing from ambient pads to fusions of footwork and daft YouTubers, lushly screwed jungle and Discovery Channel ephemera, it’s got a sort of modern day pulpy Quantum Leap quality to the timeline jump-cuts and more smudged vaporwavey passages, eventually fading into the sort of late ‘90s hiphop and warped-lense, mushie blue electronica referenced by DJ Python or Special Guest DJ/uon.
Qoso aligns your chakras with a killer half hour collage of tripped out dance music and downbeats spliced with self-help tutorials and new age simulacra.
Working somewhere in between the self-contained, mutant worlds of Krikor and Low Jack, fellow French producer Qoso shows a canny sleight of hand in his abstract narrative transitions between rugged rhythms and immersive atmospheres, presenting a rawly refined image of the styles on his last album ‘Printemps-été’ following the experimental techno blatz of last years 12” for TTT.
Strafing from ambient pads to fusions of footwork and daft YouTubers, lushly screwed jungle and Discovery Channel ephemera, it’s got a sort of modern day pulpy Quantum Leap quality to the timeline jump-cuts and more smudged vaporwavey passages, eventually fading into the sort of late ‘90s hiphop and warped-lense, mushie blue electronica referenced by DJ Python or Special Guest DJ/uon.
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Qoso aligns your chakras with a killer half hour collage of tripped out dance music and downbeats spliced with self-help tutorials and new age simulacra.
Working somewhere in between the self-contained, mutant worlds of Krikor and Low Jack, fellow French producer Qoso shows a canny sleight of hand in his abstract narrative transitions between rugged rhythms and immersive atmospheres, presenting a rawly refined image of the styles on his last album ‘Printemps-été’ following the experimental techno blatz of last years 12” for TTT.
Strafing from ambient pads to fusions of footwork and daft YouTubers, lushly screwed jungle and Discovery Channel ephemera, it’s got a sort of modern day pulpy Quantum Leap quality to the timeline jump-cuts and more smudged vaporwavey passages, eventually fading into the sort of late ‘90s hiphop and warped-lense, mushie blue electronica referenced by DJ Python or Special Guest DJ/uon.