Gesloten Cirkel throws out two new platters at the same time on the intimidatingly-titled Murder Capital label. Both showcase Cirkel’s hard-nosed techno style (with lashings of acid in the synths): heavy and direct, bound to get your body working. MO11 is some of the strongest work yet from this Dutch producer.
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Gesloten Cirkel first emerged in 2009 with a 12” on The Hague’s Viewlexx sister label; the awesome Murder Capital ran by none other than I-F, a man with impeccably fine taste. Also, it should be known; the man I believe to be single handedly responsible for the resurgence of Italo Disco. Since then his debut 12" Gesloten Cirkel has attained something of a cult status. His releases on Berceuse Heroique and Moustache being highly sought after. The latter due to be repressed at the time of writing.
‘M011’ is one of two 12”s released simultaneously and begins with ‘Real Melbourne House’. Updating the blueprint of jacking Chicago acid house into an epic almost 11 minute ride of crisp claps, punchy snares, stomping kicks and rattling hi-hats. The pitched down vocal is pretty funny and parody’s Mr Fingers classic ‘Can You Feel’. Instead replacing ‘In the beginning there was Jack…’ with a character called Louis/ Lewis whose brand of jacking is not jacking bodies but jacking cars. Things build into full on heads down strobe and smoke acid house, coaxing a particularly satisfying bassline from his TB-303.
‘Stakan Acid’ utilises electro drums and a decayed synth that sounds like vintage Viewlexx, complete with a brief vocal delivered with the cold impact of No More’s classic ‘Suicide Commando’ then the 303 action comes in and we have acid spiked minimal-waver.
‘Never’ takes up the entire second side of wax and bangs the acid. Imagine a Mike Dred production transmitted from the sewers of Den Haag in finest Bunker/ Acid Planet/ Unit Moebius/ Beverly Hills 808303 dirt style. Complete with occasional pitched down Phuture ‘Cocaine’ flavoured vox. The good shit.
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