This one took us long enough! New offspring bastard house from the dark waters of R-Zone

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The mysterious and much loved R-Zone series hits release number ten here with another compelling three track affair. As ever, we don't know the artists behind the tracks, but as ever, they are fresh and freaky propositions that bottle up a world world of influences from rave to acid.

Up first is 'The Waters of Lethe', a busy and dense track full of blurting machines, metallic percussive patterns and insistent drum patterns. It's one for big dark warehouses and is sure to grab headlines. Then comes 'Desert Schematics', which has slithering snares whipping about like a loose hose pipe as mid tempo drums and arpeggiated bass do a physical dance below. Lastly, 'Broken Pyramid' marries nervy chord stabs with old school rave sounds, a twisted vocal and lots of techno energy. All in all these three tracks are tough to characterise, but rest assured they are all designed for maximum dance floor impact.

R-Zone 10 - The Waters Of Lethe / Desert Schematics / Broken Pyramids

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R-Zone. Who is involved isn't exactly a secret, those who feel so inclined can piece the information together quite easily. It is however irrelevant to the concept of R-Zone, which would like to shift the focus away from namedropping and perception based on hype around individual artists and bring it back where it belongs; in the lap of the music.

The sounds exhibited across each track are fresh offerings that combine brightly coloured synths, swirling pads and non-standard beats into captivating and kaleidoscopic soundscapes that constantly evolve from start to finish. A cosmic, intergalactical energy pervades each release, transporting you to a world far away from here. The rest of the tell can be told by R-Zone themselves:

“Have you ever stood in a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere with complete strangers desperately looking for a party that may or may not exist? Have you ever wandered around a bombed out illegal warehouse rave at X in the morning on an E come-down? Have you ever stood in limbo between the click of a strobe or between the shards of a dense orange haze that emanates from a fog machine? Floating away on never ending waves of music and substance induced - we may as well call it - LOVE? Where for one brief moment it didn't matter who you are and what you do and how you look or how many scene-points you have? If so then you will remember the R-Zone as a shadowy place that never fully exists yet is always waiting. “

“In the whip of a snare, the beat of a kick, the wail of a string or the rush of an arpeggio, in those heart pounding moments of anticipation and in the glorious release of a drop. And then, as those frozen moments echo out and fade into a corner of space-time where nothing seems quite real, you descend among your peers, feeling somehow richer and more enlightened - as if you have been touched by something. You know it can make the world seem an empty place, a barren wasteland devoid of endorphins, where neurotransmitters merely twinkle but never shine. Just remember you are not alone. Others have entered the R-Zone with you and together we may embrace its infinity - as we enter into a new age.”