☠ GRINDHOUSE ☠

The new hit record from MM & NKC

☠ Art by Cormac McGoldrick
☠ Mastered by Lurka

https://massivemusic.bandcamp.com/album/grindhouse

Grindhouse

MM & NKC - Airprox

Our 160 Edit of “Astra,” released last year on https://soundcloud.com/fixedabode, is out today on all DSPs.

Free download available via SoundCloud.

Mixing/Mastering by https://soundcloud.com/iamxato

Ice_Eyes & Locre - ASTRA (160 Edit)

free

HOLD MY DRUMS

Entrañas - Caverna
Label: Infinite Machine
CAT#: IM114
Format: Digital
Release Date: September 27th, 2024
Artwork by Benfika

Tracklist:
1. Indignado
2. Ajicito
3. Diclofenaco
4. Cruces
5. Cascada
6. Coscacho
7. Tigrillo (ft. Buena Tarde)
8. Nauseas
9. Toque De Queda (ft. Ene Ese)
10. Chivo
11. Muerto a Puntapiés (ft. Carlos Pabón)
12. Caverna

Ecuadorian producer Daniel Gachet “Entrañas” presents his debut full album Caverna on Infinite Machine. The project explores an amalgam of polyrhythms found in traditional Ecuadorian music such as bomba and albazo, blending them with jagged atmospheres of uk bass and grime. Through deliberate sound design, Entrañas seeks to place the listener within the unpredictable ecosystem of the city of Quito and its surroundings.

In this record Entrañas searches for a sound that conveys both the infrastructural chaos he experiences currently in his home city, while also reflecting the hauntingly beautiful and seemingly perpetual terrain just outside of Quito. Not far from the frequent and unpredictable power outages and city wide lockdowns which are now commonplace due to the ongoing narco wars, there is an Andean stratovolcano visible from many parts of Quito, including Entrañas own bedroom window. Ruco Pichincha stands nearly 5000m in height, attracting awe and curiosity of many who happen upon it, perhaps by way of its beauty as well as its innate potential for mass destruction. A particular location of interest for the artist, the mountain emits a kind of objectivity that is distinct from the urbanscape of human activity; it asserts itself, unobservant of the adjacent violence, trials and tribulations. Its very name–“Ruco” translated in English to "old" from the indigenous Quechua language–seems to reflect both its acquired reverence from native inhabitants of the region, as well as the relative incomprehensibility of such natural monuments.

On Caverna, references to Quito and its encompassing geography are apparent in ways that are direct at times, nuanced at others. “Toque de Queda” (trans. “lockdown”) was produced in real time during a city wide lockdown in which Entrañas and his collaborator Ene Ese were unable to leave an apartment for hours on end. The sheer apprehension of such a situation can perhaps be gleaned from the seething claps and non-melodic droning atmospheres that build, producing a tone of frustration and unease. Tracks like “Coscacho”, “Muerto A Puntapiés” and “Cruces” seem to take on a similarly minimal approach, focused on brooding heavy bass lines and relentless polyrhythms that become increasingly menacing as the tracks build. A listener might imagine these compositions to conjure the rumbling subterranean activity of Ruco Pichincha. As their names might imply, “Caverna” and “Cascada” take a different approach, building up shimmering soundscapes reminiscent of 90s new age. These ephemeral sequences seem to summon meditation on natural landscapes in a way that feels lighter and more optimistic, unveiling a softer vision.

In light of his prolific catalog, Entraña’s twelve-track work reaches into territory that feels both more personal and experimental–though these compositions are undoubtedly dance-floor ready. Caverna brings together anthems of leftfield club music with chambers of ambient reflection–both of which read as significant and distinct to the artist’s background and day-to-day experience in Quito. As the majestic and humbling mountainous surface of Ruco Pichincha might resemble, Caverna’s title track ends the record with a reminder; a gentle nod to the significance of such sacred wonders as places of refuge in our human experience; whether we can grasp them, or see them from our bedroom window.

Caverna

Entrañas - Coscacho (IM114)

Precious Metals Vol.1 is the inaugural compilation from Precious Metals, a label, radio show, and club night.

Since its debut as a radio show on London’s NTS in 2012, Precious Metals has been committed to showcasing  the outer reaches of experimental club music, both locally and globally. Under the direction of DJ and producer Endgame—emerging from South London’s pioneering club collectives Bala Club and Endless. The platform has been focused on capturing the organic cross-pollination of sounds from the inner-city and the sublime chaos of the present moment.

In 2020, Precious Metals evolved into a full-fledged label, seeking to unearth artists that are visionaries on their own terms, eschewing conventional genre limitations. Representing an international roster of uncompromising, iconoclastic artists both established and emerging. Bringing an emotionally charged vulnerability to club culture.

The compilation encapsulates this ethos, and ambition, the culmination of the past 12 years of endeavour. Featuring some of the legends and emerging stars of electronic music.

United in compassion and solidarity for the Palestinian cause and its ongoing humanitarian crisis, all proceeds from the album will be donated to support efforts toward humanitarian aid in Gaza, and Palestinian emancipation.

International Fundraiser: 
The People Stand with Gaza
Donate here

Imaabs - MurMur Time

ADEAD - Call It Hard Drum

Out now https://links.paradoxeclub.fr/dionysus-drums

Written and produced by @djdoublem94 ⚕
Mastering le__dom.mix
Artwork manuel_moreno_cortes

PRDXS017 - www.paradoxeclub.fr

Dionysus Drums

@patarlab @vinerrrrr

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4ehGk52g3E
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 

With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazà [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

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