Hambourg’s electro duo Fallbeil composed by Wosto and Kluentah, is still pretty unknown despite they’ve been releasing a bunch of EP and a couple of LP on label like Mannequin, Killekill sub-label Boidae or New York Haunted and more recently on their own label Teerpappe to name a few. Wosto, long time Macadam Mambo’s collaborater (Danzas Electricas vol. 2 & 3), sent us demos of what sounds very like « what Drexciya would realease on Bunker Records », a compilation of irresistible dark atmospheres slow electro tunes with very raw textures, complemented by few little skits to generate a brilliant album around the story of the Mockturtle. It’s rought as it should be ! And ! Little TIP for gabber’s heads dj, some tracks can be played in 45rpm check « No Go Area » and « Rackelhahn » it makes it worth ;) More

After a year ride between Return To Disorder, Contort Yourself and New York Haunted, the Hamburg based duo Fallbeil debuts on Death of the Machines... Tune in the incredible electro/acid razor ‘The Healer’, also available in the B side with a distorted and industrial influenced version by Innsyter aka Fernando Seixlack, already smashing it for L.A. Club Resource. The 707-electro-driven extra B side track ‘Voice of Thunder’ is completing the pack. Just killer. TIP! More

The artist known as G-23 continues his journey to the head of the gum-under-the-schooldesk underground with this release on Torn Hawk's Valcrond Video. This multi-faceted Italian producer also deploys weirdo sounds under the name Secret Rave and Strange Audio Dreams, often on his own label Art-Aud. He has also released under the alias Moscow Death Disco on Helena Hauff's Return to Disorder. Remixes of ""Access Code"" from Valcrond affiliates Decor and Mr. Husk start off each side. Both will pound and smear club meat all over the countertop. Let's pound those veal cutlets so thin you'll be able to see through them like flesh-pink stained glass. A2 brings us the sleazy slouch of ""Bleep Shots"". It sure sounds like a crew of developmentally impaired bullies out to steal your lunch money, so hold on to your fanny pack. Finally, the title track closes things out in a brilliantly uncomfortable way. ARS trip is a headache you'd pay to have. " More