You better get your shovel out to dig into this density from Xosar. BOP004 is the eight tracker from the San Franciscan, now Berlin based, producer. On this one she isn't holding back at all, with the low end rumbling through and destroying all in its path at various tempos. There is peak time aggression in 'The Pit', early hours gliding on 'Sail 2 Elderon' and tripped out euphoria on 'Gnome Circle'. If you want all the frequencies then pick it up on vinyl LP from Black Opal.
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Sheela Rahman aka XOSAR instructs us to ‘Let Go’ with her latest set of trax for the esteemed Black Opal imprint. Previously she’s had output on L.I.E.S. Rush Hour and Creme Organization as well as collaborative EP’s with Danny Wolfers (Legowelt) as XAMIGA. Indeed to enjoy these tracks or indeed any music in my opinion all you need to do is ‘Let Go’ submit yourself to the music and open your mind. These tracks are perfect for defragging that old hard drive in your skull at 4am lost in strobes and smoke.
She goes for the jugular with opener ‘The Pit’. A raw jackin’, techno stomper with marching snares and hypnotic acidic groove. ‘Sail To Elderon’ has a bassline and bleep that recalls Robert Hood’s ‘Minus’ married with long drawn out evaporating dubby chords and lush, foggy atmospherics. ‘Prophylaxis’ is superb deep, tunneling techno with an endless hypnotic groove. ‘Gnome Circle’ uses trippy pitched up vocals, bells and smothered slow house to break things up a bit.
‘Hades Gates’, as you might have guessed from the title goes full on higher tempo banging darkside industrial warehouse techno. ‘Tales From Tenderloin’ is proper cosmic, lo-fi psychedelic house at its finest. The LP closes with ‘Watching Waiting Wanting’; an ace early Chicago inspired acidhouse jacker with fierce 909 claps and grin inducing, squirming acid and what I can only describe as the appearance of some deranged alien saxophone type instrument to kill off the last remaining brain cells. Hot shit!
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