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AREAL 048EP
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Michaela Grobelny, aka MIA, presents her first release on Areal since the remix she did for Basteroid together with Falko Brocksieper. Available only on red hot vinyl. Sleep deprivation is a cruel thing. I try to concentrate. What did this guy say to me last night? Now I do remember. Last night's discussion mixes with the passengers' babbling. I almost fall asleep. I am flying.
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SUS 067EP
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"..and because it was so beautiful and so hotly favored, Sub Static ramps up for the second part of remixes for Mia's album, certainly not available on CD. Some real tasty cuts are gathered here, starting with the epic remix of BPitch's Kiki who draws a giant bow from the dancefloor. Detroit-flavored monotony including fine organ garnishes as a provision on the way to the late, but well-earned break. Then the delightfully rattling interpretation by Fumakilla's 'Autotune,' who enriches the spooky 'Wild Ponys' by the significant synth stabs and doesn't have a handbreadth of space for needless ballast. And finally, the lost track 'Cold City' -- owing to the great demand, and after all..."
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SUS 065LP
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SUS 065CD
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"The mistress of melancholic driving club techno returns: Mia has gone to exam and has extended her knowledge of alchemy fundamentally. After the first big throw 'Schwarzweiss' -- which has reamed out lots of clueless DJs with its sharp edges -- now follows a far more mature album which compiles tracks just as thrilling, to an extremely danceable trip through the abysses of human sensitivities. Like a water lilly, the music of Bittersüß ('bittersweet') glides along at the water surface, maybe virgin in its impression, but the roots reach down deeply into the darkness. Where the water ghosts live, ready to pull every curious observer into their empire, who bends over the wet mirror too carelessly. They're nymphs, once died of a broken heart, now wandering through the nightly realm forever. Their element is the silent high -- warm, lasting, dangerous. Never fully definite, but always vibrating of tension, this is how the journey through the woods is framed, when Sub Static's label boss lets rain voices of sulfur onto heart melting melodies, pushed by the marching beats of a deus ex machina, who can turn rocks into humans, just by his sheer view. It's the soundtrack of the last steps just before the fog clears up, and opens the view on waving bodies, captured in the calm before the storm, before the eruption, before the bass drum. It's the soundtrack of the space between the extremes, fave music from the second half of this strangely amorph decade. It is music, smouldering like the smoke from a fog machine, slowly wrapping you into a finely woven silk cloth to take you on a safe journey. It is music for the crowd in your heart."
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