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1 review » This is a funky, furious beast of a 12” from old Drexciyan cohort/DJ erm...DJ Stingray. A stingray is a kind of vicious yet playful aquatic beast that tantalises, then eats terrified divers and that sort of sums up this slicing whipcrack electroid beserker. A pin-sharp alien electro beat is the metronomic pulse around which a deep low-down funked-out mid-range squiggle starts gnawing away ... »

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Imping Is Easy by DJ Stingray
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9/10 Brian Staff review, 28 September 2012

This is a funky, furious beast of a 12” from old Drexciyan cohort/DJ erm...DJ Stingray. A stingray is a kind of vicious yet playful aquatic beast that tantalises, then eats terrified divers and that sort of sums up this slicing whipcrack electroid beserker. A pin-sharp alien electro beat is the metronomic pulse around which a deep low-down funked-out mid-range squiggle starts gnawing away at your obstinate refusal or latent inability to dance around the room like a delirious jerk. On top is the usual fizzing, gurgling vibrant ephemera typical of Drexciyan productions that this diamond geezer stubbornly carries the torch for into the future, straight from the errrr...future.

So this A side is a belter, no messing. The first number on the flip is even more stunning, carrying a decaying wiry beat, an implicit underwater funk-strut and lots of technoid panning plus this absolutely wonderful dystopian synth line that elevates the thing into undeniably classic territory. Stingray always conjures up new worlds sympathetic to the vision that was once solely Donald & Stinson’s. No that’s not a shoe shop or some shoddy solicitors.

The final track is also a corker - fast and furious with a blindingly sensual low-end groove, a metallic clap of a beat that recalls J. Saul Kane’s old Octagon Man project and a hard-driving propulsion heavily laced with lush chattering electronic arpeggios and a sort of depth charge pulse that totally takes you to another realm. One of the strongest twelves I’ve had the fortune to hear from this inimitable classicist from Detroit.


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