There seems to have been a focus on the unsung as of late, those who should perhaps be rewarded with more recognition than they are partial to. Oliver Hafenbauer, is one such figure.

By day he runs and manages the brilliant Live At Robert Johnson record label operating out of the club of the same name, from a personal perspective he is the man behind Die Orakel, one of our favourite record labels which continues to push the boundaries of electronic music and the modern day dancefloor. Sometimes obscure and obtuse by nature the label has released a steady stream of records which have helped redefine cultural expectations of certain producers and the sound within which they operate. Roman Flugel, Orson Wells, Edward and Christopher Rau have all used it as an outlet to showcase sonic experiments and far reaching club cuts. 

We invited Oliver to talk about the label as he delivers a mix as part of our series.

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Oliver Hafenbauer: The Ransom Note Mix

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