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01. PETRE INSPIRESCU - Mostra
02. PETRE INSPIRESCU - Racakadoom
03. PETRE INSPIRESCU - Galantar
04. PETRE INSPIRESCU - La Creme Bonjour
ARTIST
TITLE
Tips
FORMAT
2x12"

LABEL
CATALOG #
CADENZA 020EP CADENZA 020EP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
10/29/2007

"For its 20th release, Cadenza turns to Romania's Petre Inspirescu, aka Pedro. He may be a new addition to the label, and for that matter a new name to many listeners. (Until now he's recorded two compilation tracks and one EP, for the labels Vinylclub and [a:rpia:r].) In his home town of Bucharest, Romania, however, Petre has long been a pivotal figure alongside his frequent accomplices Raresh and Rhadoo, and in the last two years, his appearances in Ibiza and throughout Europe have brought his name to many listeners' lips, heightening interest in the fertile Romanian scene -- an unexpected outpost of advanced electronic music whose rise recalls Chile's emergence as a central player in contemporary techno, despite its location on the so-called margins. Just as Ricardo Villalobos' Achso double pack marked a turning point of sorts for Cadenza, leading the adventurous label even further into the unknown, Tips feels similarly pivotal, introducing not just a new name but a whole new way of approaching club music. Tips' four tracks are as sonically baffling as they are irresistibly groovy, as unhinged as they are methodical. In four tracks and just over 40 minutes, Petre offers an infinity of possibilities for getting lost in. 'Mostra' opens the EP with a loping, Luciano-inspired groove that steadfastly refuses to stand still; a rocksteady trifecta of kick drum, hi-hats and snare holds it down while bells and eruptions of static fill in the empty spaces with their fidgety push-and-pull. What makes the tune truly memorable is a long, undulating melody played out on a synthesized harpsichord, swathed in reverb and as eerily suggestive as an afternoon dream. 'Racakadoom' changes up the mood considerably with oompah-shoompah horns that chug away, ad infinitum; the track's hidden hook is an unsettling spoken-word loop -- possibly one voice, maybe two or three -- that's been sped up and slowed down, chipmunked and screwed until its erratic babbling becomes as inscrutable as a mountain spring."