HeyJaredPhilip Sherburne
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Hallucinator: Landlocked (opens the original)
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Some record labels, particularly in electronic music, loom so large that they threaten to eclipse the names on their roster. That was the case for Chain Reaction, the Berlin-based outfit helmed by Basic Channel’s Mark Ernestus and Moritz von Oswald. Chain Reaction was founded in 1995 as a successor to the duo’s eponymous imprint, and though legendary names emerged from beneath its umbrella—Porter Ricks, Monolake, Vladislav Delay, Shinichi Atobe—it felt less like a showcase for individual acts th
Sasha / John Digweed: Northern Exposure (opens the original)
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The recorded DJ mix—as both musical format and unit of cultural currency—has come full circle over the past four decades. In the Wild West era, sets captured off the soundboard at raves and nightclubs circulated as bootlegged cassettes. Then came the mix CD boom of the 1990s and 2000s—an explosion of series like X-Mix, DJ-Kicks, Global Underground, and fabric, whose fractal paths through electronic music’s tangled genre tree mirrored the scene’s rapid worldwide spread. The 2010s brought DJ mixes
Bitchin Bajas: Isle Peaks EP (opens the original)
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Despite Bitchin Bajas’ name, with its drug-ruggy whiff of slacker insouciance—to say nothing of the unabashedly tongue-in-cheek tone of titles like Bajas Fresh—there’s nothing self-conscious about the Chicago trio’s music. To the contrary: Their cosmically unfurling synth epics seem unbesmirched by consciousness at all. The Bajas—Cooper Crain, Rob Frye, and Dan Quinlivan—come across like a walking flow state, music bubbling forth like water from a geyser. Bitchin Bajas’ practice has traditionall
Donatell: Water, CA (opens the original)
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Water, California, doesn’t exist on any map that I’m aware of. At least, I can’t find any place by that name—neither town, nor burg, nor suburb, nor metropolis. But thanks to a brief, breezy new album by Los Angeles’ Daniel Memmi, aka Donatell, I have a good idea of what Water might be like if it did exist: a city of perpetual dusk, where the glow of sodium-vapor streetlights slices through slatted blinds, and where the streets are always empty—save, perhaps, for the occasional car gliding noise
Eden Aurelius: Entre Nous (opens the original)
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Eden Aurelius is a relatively recent arrival to New York’s underground club scene, but her slim discography so far shows remarkable focus. With the exception of an early, techno-leaning compilation track that pushed to the center of the dancefloor, virtually everything she has put out so far has used the tools of dance music to carve out a space of sanctuary, pairing hypnotic dub rhythms with billowing ambient chords. Aurelius’ reference points are familiar: artists like Deepchord, Vladislav Del
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