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Techno that sounds like a collapsing building from Domenico Crisci. I've never heard music that sounds so much like its foundations have been shaken. On Velvet Crisci is not interested in giving you time to warm up, instead going full throttle all the time. Big, dark and distorted. Just how I like it. On Black Opal.

Vinyl 12" £11.99 BOP018

4-track 12" EP on Black Opal.

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Velvet by Domenico Crisci
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8/10 Ant 27 March 2019

Domenico Crisci (Jealous God, Summa Cum Laude, Opal Tapes, L.I.E.S etc.) lands on Black Opal with a relentlessly punishing, absolutely bangin’, lethal four track techno EP that takes zero prisoners.

Kicking off with the slammin’ ‘Velvet’, driving full force with ferocious kicks, sizzling hi-hats and a somewhat menacing gurgle. Watch the dancefloor curdle as posers and lightweights nip to the bog or out for a smoke while the true fiends get sweaty. This is proper; hard and ten tonnes heavy - a full-on dancefloor massacre - think Jeff Mills in ‘Extremist’ mode, Sleeparchive at his toughest, Mord, old Monrella and Sheep Records tracks outta mid-‘90s Birmingham etc.

Mr Crisci reduces the BPM a wee notch on ‘Valzer’ and it sounds positively possessed with its fierce monotone mechanical groove and kinda funky distorted fizzing synth that’ll tangle you up good and proper. When the 909 rides drop in, they’re almost like a wall of cleansing white noise.

Down below, ‘You Are Hot’ is so beautifully intense that even listening at home, outside of a party context it makes me wanna tear off my shirt, screaming ‘COME ON!’, fist pumping the air, swept away in glorious euphoria, reduced to a primitive beast emitting primal animalistic grunts. I’d be a zillion times happier than a pig in shit with this blasting my head off on a dancefloor at 4:00 am - my idea of pure heaven.

There’s no letting up, even on vicious final cut ‘I Lost Myself’ which is practically riot-inducing carnage. We get some brief respite to catch a breath while the kicks let up momentarily and we’re swept up in a swirling blissful soundscape, then those pummelling kicks deviously and abruptly boot back in, coming like a horde of steel rhinos blasting through the warehouse/club walls and charging straight through the hooligans on the dancefloor.

Blistering stuff as ever from this excellent Italian producer - each track is a bonafide dome cracker.




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