Tracklist:
A1: 0300 Mix
A2: Autarkic Remix
B1: Jamie Paton Remix
B2: Fred Und Luna Remix

Short info:
The 'industry' of dance music can be as soul-crushing as any other. Those thrills and spills of late, loud nights come with a best-before expiry date, after which even the most seasoned selector-producer-scenemaker begins to wrinkle their nose. To have experienced it all over 15+ years and seek to see it unfold again through fresh eyes, what sort of lunatic would willingly put themselves through that?
V would.
So it's a new character, but who was the mysterious V in a past life? Make your own conclusions. A little digging will lead you toward the origin story, but sometimes the pleasure comes from the unknowing. Opt to enjoy the Silence.
Silence, however, is not the focal point for V. In fact, this new form is a way to discard baggage and revitalise the process of music making. Tremors had become to show up in recent years on record labels in Glasgow and London, flickers of subterranean volcanic activity. Yet what proved to be rising was no big bang, nor even a phoenix from the ashes - but closer perhaps to a Nautilus. A relic by some standards but a pretty point of curiosity to others, slowly bobbing to the surface. Something ever-present and familiar to thousands, yet with mysteries left to be revealed.
But hey - what does V stand for anyhow?
For Vilnius? By origin and by where the heart lies, yes, although V for Vedett is also an acceptable answer given the artist's transposed second home of Belgium; so too is V for Volkswagen, given the production work put in around Frankfurt as of late.
For Vendetta? Too strong, although V does bear a grudge match against hobbyists and dilettantes. If you're going to be a new name in town, you may as well be a new name in town with years of hidden history, right?
For Vishnu? Perhaps this is the one. V's tangle of arms extend forward in many directions: some clutching 303s and LinnDrums; others pushing fingers into various pies of parties, production, deejaying and record label imprints. The full-bodied yet slow-burning chug of V's material let out the vault so far sparkle, pumping dance floor sound systems and home listening apparatus alike with vivacity.
Or perhaps for nothing Vhatsoever? It's electronic music, there to be enjoyed and not overthought. Very sorry for the minutes of your life vanquished having read this. Thankfully an option does exist, a Faustian pact of sorts, to revive the lost time and feel young again: give yourselves over to the sonic waves of V, and experience your own rebirth too.

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