In hot pursuit of the exceptional debut 12” on his Morph Tracks, Leonce curves back to Night Slugs with five multivalent DJ tools for the dancers - this one's FIRE!!!!!
Coming two years since his addictive ‘Insurgency’ 12”, Leonce’s new batch scales from swanging dembow downstrokes to more spaced out and uptempo pressure and a clashy, cunty vocal cut, all showing off heightened levels of sound design detail.
‘Tripwires’ kicks off on a furtive reggateton slant with slow, reticulated rhythm slinking thru humid atmospheric undergrowth stalked by tribal pipes, and ‘Shutter Drums’ maintains that pace but ramped to lip-biting degrees with muscular EBM bass arps. On ‘Quantanoir’ he pushes the tempo up to a gripping, pendulous U.S. house flow made subtly dramatic with room-scanning bassline and Giallo-esque harpsichord, before ‘Extrapolation’ really commits to new territory with pensile, airborne dreams holding the mid ground in a remarkable, bittersweet amniotic sound sphere, and ’Shade Incarnate’ throws an unnamed vocalist on bashy battery of tribal percussion to rule the ballroom.
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In hot pursuit of the exceptional debut 12” on his Morph Tracks, Leonce curves back to Night Slugs with five multivalent DJ tools for the dancers - this one's FIRE!!!!!
Coming two years since his addictive ‘Insurgency’ 12”, Leonce’s new batch scales from swanging dembow downstrokes to more spaced out and uptempo pressure and a clashy, cunty vocal cut, all showing off heightened levels of sound design detail.
‘Tripwires’ kicks off on a furtive reggateton slant with slow, reticulated rhythm slinking thru humid atmospheric undergrowth stalked by tribal pipes, and ‘Shutter Drums’ maintains that pace but ramped to lip-biting degrees with muscular EBM bass arps. On ‘Quantanoir’ he pushes the tempo up to a gripping, pendulous U.S. house flow made subtly dramatic with room-scanning bassline and Giallo-esque harpsichord, before ‘Extrapolation’ really commits to new territory with pensile, airborne dreams holding the mid ground in a remarkable, bittersweet amniotic sound sphere, and ’Shade Incarnate’ throws an unnamed vocalist on bashy battery of tribal percussion to rule the ballroom.
TIP!
In hot pursuit of the exceptional debut 12” on his Morph Tracks, Leonce curves back to Night Slugs with five multivalent DJ tools for the dancers - this one's FIRE!!!!!
Coming two years since his addictive ‘Insurgency’ 12”, Leonce’s new batch scales from swanging dembow downstrokes to more spaced out and uptempo pressure and a clashy, cunty vocal cut, all showing off heightened levels of sound design detail.
‘Tripwires’ kicks off on a furtive reggateton slant with slow, reticulated rhythm slinking thru humid atmospheric undergrowth stalked by tribal pipes, and ‘Shutter Drums’ maintains that pace but ramped to lip-biting degrees with muscular EBM bass arps. On ‘Quantanoir’ he pushes the tempo up to a gripping, pendulous U.S. house flow made subtly dramatic with room-scanning bassline and Giallo-esque harpsichord, before ‘Extrapolation’ really commits to new territory with pensile, airborne dreams holding the mid ground in a remarkable, bittersweet amniotic sound sphere, and ’Shade Incarnate’ throws an unnamed vocalist on bashy battery of tribal percussion to rule the ballroom.
TIP!
In hot pursuit of the exceptional debut 12” on his Morph Tracks, Leonce curves back to Night Slugs with five multivalent DJ tools for the dancers - this one's FIRE!!!!!
Coming two years since his addictive ‘Insurgency’ 12”, Leonce’s new batch scales from swanging dembow downstrokes to more spaced out and uptempo pressure and a clashy, cunty vocal cut, all showing off heightened levels of sound design detail.
‘Tripwires’ kicks off on a furtive reggateton slant with slow, reticulated rhythm slinking thru humid atmospheric undergrowth stalked by tribal pipes, and ‘Shutter Drums’ maintains that pace but ramped to lip-biting degrees with muscular EBM bass arps. On ‘Quantanoir’ he pushes the tempo up to a gripping, pendulous U.S. house flow made subtly dramatic with room-scanning bassline and Giallo-esque harpsichord, before ‘Extrapolation’ really commits to new territory with pensile, airborne dreams holding the mid ground in a remarkable, bittersweet amniotic sound sphere, and ’Shade Incarnate’ throws an unnamed vocalist on bashy battery of tribal percussion to rule the ballroom.
TIP!