Lukid & Tapes aka Rezzett’s sick 2018 début album lands on cassette years after the vinyl edition sold out.
In possession of a sound that we described at the time as something like exotic birds nesting a space echo inside your ear, Rezzett, along with the likes of Jamal Moss, Actress, Terekke and Huerco S. were responsible for re-balancing the fidelity of dance music in the 2010’s, with radical insight over just how much scuzz and fuzz u needed in the dance.
Using various processes of attrition, they made a virtue of purposefully muddy vibes and steered clear of anything like proper resolution, embracing the infidelities of analog hardware noise for a sort of shabby chic appeal that 5 years on sounds prescient and normalised.
Rezzett essentially came to define that sound at its murkiest and most romantic, pulling from jungle, garage and ambient noise paradigms to forge something viscerally affective and memorably their own, as experienced between the mottled VHS memory-bank shakes of Hala, in the squirming, sore but lush Sexzzy Creep, and the salty angels tears of Yunus in Ekstasi, with the rusty grime and jungle shanks of Gremlinz and Worst Ever Contender lending a cranky, rinsed out finale.
TTT classique.
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Lukid & Tapes aka Rezzett’s sick 2018 début album lands on cassette years after the vinyl edition sold out.
In possession of a sound that we described at the time as something like exotic birds nesting a space echo inside your ear, Rezzett, along with the likes of Jamal Moss, Actress, Terekke and Huerco S. were responsible for re-balancing the fidelity of dance music in the 2010’s, with radical insight over just how much scuzz and fuzz u needed in the dance.
Using various processes of attrition, they made a virtue of purposefully muddy vibes and steered clear of anything like proper resolution, embracing the infidelities of analog hardware noise for a sort of shabby chic appeal that 5 years on sounds prescient and normalised.
Rezzett essentially came to define that sound at its murkiest and most romantic, pulling from jungle, garage and ambient noise paradigms to forge something viscerally affective and memorably their own, as experienced between the mottled VHS memory-bank shakes of Hala, in the squirming, sore but lush Sexzzy Creep, and the salty angels tears of Yunus in Ekstasi, with the rusty grime and jungle shanks of Gremlinz and Worst Ever Contender lending a cranky, rinsed out finale.
TTT classique.
Lukid & Tapes aka Rezzett’s sick 2018 début album lands on cassette years after the vinyl edition sold out.
In possession of a sound that we described at the time as something like exotic birds nesting a space echo inside your ear, Rezzett, along with the likes of Jamal Moss, Actress, Terekke and Huerco S. were responsible for re-balancing the fidelity of dance music in the 2010’s, with radical insight over just how much scuzz and fuzz u needed in the dance.
Using various processes of attrition, they made a virtue of purposefully muddy vibes and steered clear of anything like proper resolution, embracing the infidelities of analog hardware noise for a sort of shabby chic appeal that 5 years on sounds prescient and normalised.
Rezzett essentially came to define that sound at its murkiest and most romantic, pulling from jungle, garage and ambient noise paradigms to forge something viscerally affective and memorably their own, as experienced between the mottled VHS memory-bank shakes of Hala, in the squirming, sore but lush Sexzzy Creep, and the salty angels tears of Yunus in Ekstasi, with the rusty grime and jungle shanks of Gremlinz and Worst Ever Contender lending a cranky, rinsed out finale.
TTT classique.
Lukid & Tapes aka Rezzett’s sick 2018 début album lands on cassette years after the vinyl edition sold out.
In possession of a sound that we described at the time as something like exotic birds nesting a space echo inside your ear, Rezzett, along with the likes of Jamal Moss, Actress, Terekke and Huerco S. were responsible for re-balancing the fidelity of dance music in the 2010’s, with radical insight over just how much scuzz and fuzz u needed in the dance.
Using various processes of attrition, they made a virtue of purposefully muddy vibes and steered clear of anything like proper resolution, embracing the infidelities of analog hardware noise for a sort of shabby chic appeal that 5 years on sounds prescient and normalised.
Rezzett essentially came to define that sound at its murkiest and most romantic, pulling from jungle, garage and ambient noise paradigms to forge something viscerally affective and memorably their own, as experienced between the mottled VHS memory-bank shakes of Hala, in the squirming, sore but lush Sexzzy Creep, and the salty angels tears of Yunus in Ekstasi, with the rusty grime and jungle shanks of Gremlinz and Worst Ever Contender lending a cranky, rinsed out finale.
TTT classique.
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Lukid & Tapes aka Rezzett’s sick 2018 début album lands on cassette years after the vinyl edition sold out.
In possession of a sound that we described at the time as something like exotic birds nesting a space echo inside your ear, Rezzett, along with the likes of Jamal Moss, Actress, Terekke and Huerco S. were responsible for re-balancing the fidelity of dance music in the 2010’s, with radical insight over just how much scuzz and fuzz u needed in the dance.
Using various processes of attrition, they made a virtue of purposefully muddy vibes and steered clear of anything like proper resolution, embracing the infidelities of analog hardware noise for a sort of shabby chic appeal that 5 years on sounds prescient and normalised.
Rezzett essentially came to define that sound at its murkiest and most romantic, pulling from jungle, garage and ambient noise paradigms to forge something viscerally affective and memorably their own, as experienced between the mottled VHS memory-bank shakes of Hala, in the squirming, sore but lush Sexzzy Creep, and the salty angels tears of Yunus in Ekstasi, with the rusty grime and jungle shanks of Gremlinz and Worst Ever Contender lending a cranky, rinsed out finale.
TTT classique.