Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit
Taut, brooding and chewy electro from a trio headed by Sabres of Paradise and Paranoid London affiliate Quinn Whalley and dank with the atmosphere of an auld Hackney.
‘Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit’ was written during lockdown by Quinn Whalley with Unai Trotti (Cartulis Music), and Margo Broom (Hermitage Working Studios) in the eponymous, historic East London zone of transition where residential meets industrial, and where acid rave grew like weeds in the cracks from the ‘90s onwards. Their efforts summon a certain spirit of warehouse raves and a more furtive ‘80s / ‘90s noir across a handful of skulking and propulsive moves we could imagine Andrew Weatherill or Vladimir Ivkovic fancying.
‘H.E. Nuestro Circuito’ sets the tempo slow and low and harnesses a heavy drug chug momentum - proper mission to meet the man music - and ‘Efecto Perfecto’ pushes it to rattly early ‘00s electro-breaks gnawed with buzzing synths next to the shoulder-rolling warehouse darkness of ‘The One’, squaring up granite-cut kicks and over-the-shoulder vocal with nosedrip tang motifs. The latter section days up the dankness in a ‘Whispers from the Depths’ that feels like undead rave gremlins grabbing ankles from the canal, and thru a bittersweet finale ‘Nueva Ola’.
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Taut, brooding and chewy electro from a trio headed by Sabres of Paradise and Paranoid London affiliate Quinn Whalley and dank with the atmosphere of an auld Hackney.
‘Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit’ was written during lockdown by Quinn Whalley with Unai Trotti (Cartulis Music), and Margo Broom (Hermitage Working Studios) in the eponymous, historic East London zone of transition where residential meets industrial, and where acid rave grew like weeds in the cracks from the ‘90s onwards. Their efforts summon a certain spirit of warehouse raves and a more furtive ‘80s / ‘90s noir across a handful of skulking and propulsive moves we could imagine Andrew Weatherill or Vladimir Ivkovic fancying.
‘H.E. Nuestro Circuito’ sets the tempo slow and low and harnesses a heavy drug chug momentum - proper mission to meet the man music - and ‘Efecto Perfecto’ pushes it to rattly early ‘00s electro-breaks gnawed with buzzing synths next to the shoulder-rolling warehouse darkness of ‘The One’, squaring up granite-cut kicks and over-the-shoulder vocal with nosedrip tang motifs. The latter section days up the dankness in a ‘Whispers from the Depths’ that feels like undead rave gremlins grabbing ankles from the canal, and thru a bittersweet finale ‘Nueva Ola’.
Taut, brooding and chewy electro from a trio headed by Sabres of Paradise and Paranoid London affiliate Quinn Whalley and dank with the atmosphere of an auld Hackney.
‘Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit’ was written during lockdown by Quinn Whalley with Unai Trotti (Cartulis Music), and Margo Broom (Hermitage Working Studios) in the eponymous, historic East London zone of transition where residential meets industrial, and where acid rave grew like weeds in the cracks from the ‘90s onwards. Their efforts summon a certain spirit of warehouse raves and a more furtive ‘80s / ‘90s noir across a handful of skulking and propulsive moves we could imagine Andrew Weatherill or Vladimir Ivkovic fancying.
‘H.E. Nuestro Circuito’ sets the tempo slow and low and harnesses a heavy drug chug momentum - proper mission to meet the man music - and ‘Efecto Perfecto’ pushes it to rattly early ‘00s electro-breaks gnawed with buzzing synths next to the shoulder-rolling warehouse darkness of ‘The One’, squaring up granite-cut kicks and over-the-shoulder vocal with nosedrip tang motifs. The latter section days up the dankness in a ‘Whispers from the Depths’ that feels like undead rave gremlins grabbing ankles from the canal, and thru a bittersweet finale ‘Nueva Ola’.
Taut, brooding and chewy electro from a trio headed by Sabres of Paradise and Paranoid London affiliate Quinn Whalley and dank with the atmosphere of an auld Hackney.
‘Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit’ was written during lockdown by Quinn Whalley with Unai Trotti (Cartulis Music), and Margo Broom (Hermitage Working Studios) in the eponymous, historic East London zone of transition where residential meets industrial, and where acid rave grew like weeds in the cracks from the ‘90s onwards. Their efforts summon a certain spirit of warehouse raves and a more furtive ‘80s / ‘90s noir across a handful of skulking and propulsive moves we could imagine Andrew Weatherill or Vladimir Ivkovic fancying.
‘H.E. Nuestro Circuito’ sets the tempo slow and low and harnesses a heavy drug chug momentum - proper mission to meet the man music - and ‘Efecto Perfecto’ pushes it to rattly early ‘00s electro-breaks gnawed with buzzing synths next to the shoulder-rolling warehouse darkness of ‘The One’, squaring up granite-cut kicks and over-the-shoulder vocal with nosedrip tang motifs. The latter section days up the dankness in a ‘Whispers from the Depths’ that feels like undead rave gremlins grabbing ankles from the canal, and thru a bittersweet finale ‘Nueva Ola’.
Estimated Release Date: 23 May 2025
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Taut, brooding and chewy electro from a trio headed by Sabres of Paradise and Paranoid London affiliate Quinn Whalley and dank with the atmosphere of an auld Hackney.
‘Synaptic Shadows: A Journey Through The Circuit’ was written during lockdown by Quinn Whalley with Unai Trotti (Cartulis Music), and Margo Broom (Hermitage Working Studios) in the eponymous, historic East London zone of transition where residential meets industrial, and where acid rave grew like weeds in the cracks from the ‘90s onwards. Their efforts summon a certain spirit of warehouse raves and a more furtive ‘80s / ‘90s noir across a handful of skulking and propulsive moves we could imagine Andrew Weatherill or Vladimir Ivkovic fancying.
‘H.E. Nuestro Circuito’ sets the tempo slow and low and harnesses a heavy drug chug momentum - proper mission to meet the man music - and ‘Efecto Perfecto’ pushes it to rattly early ‘00s electro-breaks gnawed with buzzing synths next to the shoulder-rolling warehouse darkness of ‘The One’, squaring up granite-cut kicks and over-the-shoulder vocal with nosedrip tang motifs. The latter section days up the dankness in a ‘Whispers from the Depths’ that feels like undead rave gremlins grabbing ankles from the canal, and thru a bittersweet finale ‘Nueva Ola’.