Boomkat Product Review:
Raw-ass cosmic disco tech mutations for fans of Jamal Moss, UR, Patrick Cowley, and banging loads of gear!
It’s 2018. Donald Trump is president, posh kids wear LOUD AF shellsuits, and everyone (literally your mum) listens to house and disco edits. Welcome to the world imagined and projected by Ste Spandex via his orgone energy accumulator from various, baggy-strewn bedrooms of South Manchester over the past decade.
After putting in the hours, man and boy, Ste Spanex finally breaks into vinyl orbit on his first solo mission, scaling from the chromatic drag co-efficients of Naptha to an absolutely monstrous belter in the strapping arps and eyebrow-licking lushness of Mimosa, before Caustic takes it to the wall for a proper, sweat-drenched Chi buck in the mould of Oliverwho Factory’s ‘floor demolishers, and then he scuds off into the dawn light with a psyched-out polychromatic peach called Water.