Chromatic tech-house disco and acid from the Berlin-based Korean artist for Technicolour, placing her among like-minded dancefloor dreamers such as Hieroglyphic Being, Jay Daniel, U and Florian Kupfer.
Where Peggy’s previous releases for Phonica White and Radio Slave’s Rekids followed low key nocturnal routes, Seek for Maktoop - meaning “look for destiny” if we use the original, arabic translation of Maktoop - these cuts are stacked with harmony and riven with funked up basslines destined for good times.
Gou Talk goes first, twirling piquant acid melodies on a swanging disco bass rudder like some ‘80s Chicago obscurity or Morgan Geist burner, before the filigree acid symphony Maktoop stretches out like Tin Man with his beach towel in Ibiza, and Rose strokes up a splashing wet piece of hi-tech funk nodding to classic Detroit modes.
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Chromatic tech-house disco and acid from the Berlin-based Korean artist for Technicolour, placing her among like-minded dancefloor dreamers such as Hieroglyphic Being, Jay Daniel, U and Florian Kupfer.
Where Peggy’s previous releases for Phonica White and Radio Slave’s Rekids followed low key nocturnal routes, Seek for Maktoop - meaning “look for destiny” if we use the original, arabic translation of Maktoop - these cuts are stacked with harmony and riven with funked up basslines destined for good times.
Gou Talk goes first, twirling piquant acid melodies on a swanging disco bass rudder like some ‘80s Chicago obscurity or Morgan Geist burner, before the filigree acid symphony Maktoop stretches out like Tin Man with his beach towel in Ibiza, and Rose strokes up a splashing wet piece of hi-tech funk nodding to classic Detroit modes.
Chromatic tech-house disco and acid from the Berlin-based Korean artist for Technicolour, placing her among like-minded dancefloor dreamers such as Hieroglyphic Being, Jay Daniel, U and Florian Kupfer.
Where Peggy’s previous releases for Phonica White and Radio Slave’s Rekids followed low key nocturnal routes, Seek for Maktoop - meaning “look for destiny” if we use the original, arabic translation of Maktoop - these cuts are stacked with harmony and riven with funked up basslines destined for good times.
Gou Talk goes first, twirling piquant acid melodies on a swanging disco bass rudder like some ‘80s Chicago obscurity or Morgan Geist burner, before the filigree acid symphony Maktoop stretches out like Tin Man with his beach towel in Ibiza, and Rose strokes up a splashing wet piece of hi-tech funk nodding to classic Detroit modes.
Chromatic tech-house disco and acid from the Berlin-based Korean artist for Technicolour, placing her among like-minded dancefloor dreamers such as Hieroglyphic Being, Jay Daniel, U and Florian Kupfer.
Where Peggy’s previous releases for Phonica White and Radio Slave’s Rekids followed low key nocturnal routes, Seek for Maktoop - meaning “look for destiny” if we use the original, arabic translation of Maktoop - these cuts are stacked with harmony and riven with funked up basslines destined for good times.
Gou Talk goes first, twirling piquant acid melodies on a swanging disco bass rudder like some ‘80s Chicago obscurity or Morgan Geist burner, before the filigree acid symphony Maktoop stretches out like Tin Man with his beach towel in Ibiza, and Rose strokes up a splashing wet piece of hi-tech funk nodding to classic Detroit modes.
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Chromatic tech-house disco and acid from the Berlin-based Korean artist for Technicolour, placing her among like-minded dancefloor dreamers such as Hieroglyphic Being, Jay Daniel, U and Florian Kupfer.
Where Peggy’s previous releases for Phonica White and Radio Slave’s Rekids followed low key nocturnal routes, Seek for Maktoop - meaning “look for destiny” if we use the original, arabic translation of Maktoop - these cuts are stacked with harmony and riven with funked up basslines destined for good times.
Gou Talk goes first, twirling piquant acid melodies on a swanging disco bass rudder like some ‘80s Chicago obscurity or Morgan Geist burner, before the filigree acid symphony Maktoop stretches out like Tin Man with his beach towel in Ibiza, and Rose strokes up a splashing wet piece of hi-tech funk nodding to classic Detroit modes.