“Things derive their being and nature by mutual dependance and are nothing in themselves.”

It seems to us that Jorg gives birth to music like the process of amphibian metamorphosis. When the eggs that he so painstakingly delivers are ready to hatch, they morph into fully realised life forms. The hatchlings breathe the sweet air and begin to expand into the universal whole, their tendrils burying deep into the immaterial realm; fulfilling their role in the never ending cosmic dance.

Our dance begins with ‘Klarneto’. A joyous moss sprung bassline flings us readily on our ride down rainbow road, the benign cloud creatures that line its path encourage us humorously along with gentle slaps of their glittering percussive tails. Just as we begin to settle into our trip, the kaleidoscopic tiles beneath us give way, but fear not! Jorg’s interdimensional Klarinet swoops out of the clouds beneath us, catching us gracefully on its tail.

‘Rodeo Romeo’ plucks us out of the clouds into Jorg’s boggy pastures below. A flock of low flying digi-gulls glisten in the sheen of the moon, casting shadows above the writhing grass. Until some unruly marsh-dweller gleefully lifts the lid on the Robo-Drip machine, unleashing a chaotic staccato liquid which bubbles happily out, before Jorg calmly guides it back into its box for another night.

Over to ‘Robotomy’. Here Jorg enlists the services of some of his friendly trans-dimensional machine elves, who revel in the opportunity to play a vocal call and response with Jorg’s rhythm section. The dance climaxes with the riser from heaven, dragging us backwards through the pond portal and spitting us out the other side shrieking with joy. We’re not entirely sure what has just happened, but it felt so good.

Finally then to ‘Quirl’. A thigh burning exercise in sub-aquatic dance meditation, urged forward by Jorg’s tentacle laced chords. All encompassing, deeply hypnotic swirls of colourful keys dance across the vista, occasionally breaking out of their melodic confines to make friends with a twisting serpentine resonance. Ultimately our eyes open too soon, but we take comfort that all the phases of continual being will disseminate infinitely. More

We once again call upon Jorg Kuning for his sonic offerings. In answer, he has delivered four bubbling, pulsating tracks that ooze with organic vitality. The fruit of Jorg’s labour comes shrouded in morning mist from the Black Mountains, their meticulous details expanding and collapsing like dew drops in earthly pools.

The record begins with ‘Simmons’. Deep, amphibious sub bass drives the elements in perpetual forward motion. Atonal squeals wriggle through the undergrowth, cutting swathes of space to make room for the chords; whose arrival descend like manna to nourish us in all their microtonal glory.

We then ramble onto ‘Transplant’. Joyful squelches tumble around an Entish kick drum; the healing vibrations of which swell with the clinical serenity of the jazz indebted stabs. Pads swell and shine above the vegetation, leaving fractal trails in their wake.

The B side marches on with ‘Dripgroove’. The crystal clear, angular elements are playfully squeezed out of Jorg’s machines. The rhythm section approaches us with primeval generosity, until the quaking tension is finally released and the dam is open.

The holistic ‘Bodyscan’ concludes the trip. Beginning with gentle warming movement, the energy quickly takes a decidedly more twisted turn. When the sun sets on the shimmering keys, Jorg’s synthetic seagulls signal our return to the murk; the ensuing groove driving us deeper towards the earth’s core. More

Bakk Heia Records has evolved as an extension of Manchester/Salford based club night Bakk.Heia.
The label mirrors the party's ethos: blurring the lines between ambient drones, performance, abstraction, hedonism, and dance music.
Bakk Heia Records' second offering comes in the form of a 4 track EP from their own Jorg Kuning.
Based in Wales via Manchester, Jorg has been instrumental in the development of both the party and the labels sonic aesthetic.
Having played the inaugural Bakk Heia several years ago in the now defunct Bunker in Salford and at various parties at the White Hotel since then.
Jorg Kuning's music explores the symbiotic relationship between the biological and the electronic; inspired as much by the raw natural beauty of the Welsh valleys as it is by dark rooms with massive sound systems. Live hardware jams evolve and mutate, incorporating intricate percussion and sparse organic melodies.
The A side begins with the deep and earthy broken beat patterns of 'Hibbert' - a track which is weirdly unsettling in its familiarity. Following this is 'Tunnels', perhaps the most conventionally club-focused track on the EP - hypnotic and dubby grooves roll out with humanistic functionality.
Over on the B side, the cybernetic counselling session of 'Algotherapy', gently reminds us of the absurdity of the human/robotic condition - all set to a heavy-as-lead bass line under redemptive chords.
'Bumrush' finishes the job in fine style - woody percussion moves over earth shattering kick drums; dance music at its most primordial... More

Bakk Heia Records has evolved as an extension of Manchester/Salford based club night Bakk.Heia.
The label mirrors the party's ethos: blurring the lines between ambient drones, performance, abstraction, hedonism, and dance music.
Bakk Heia Records' second offering comes in the form of a 4 track EP from their own Jorg Kuning.
Based in Wales via Manchester, Jorg has been instrumental in the development of both the party and the labels sonic aesthetic.
Having played the inaugural Bakk Heia several years ago in the now defunct Bunker in Salford and at various parties at the White Hotel since then.
Jorg Kuning's music explores the symbiotic relationship between the biological and the electronic; inspired as much by the raw natural beauty of the Welsh valleys as it is by dark rooms with massive sound systems. Live hardware jams evolve and mutate, incorporating intricate percussion and sparse organic melodies.
The A side begins with the deep and earthy broken beat patterns of 'Hibbert' - a track which is weirdly unsettling in its familiarity. Following this is 'Tunnels', perhaps the most conventionally club-focused track on the EP - hypnotic and dubby grooves roll out with humanistic functionality.
Over on the B side, the cybernetic counselling session of 'Algotherapy', gently reminds us of the absurdity of the human/robotic condition - all set to a heavy-as-lead bass line under redemptive chords.
'Bumrush' finishes the job in fine style - woody percussion moves over earth shattering kick drums; dance music at its most primordial... More

Bakk Heia Records has evolved as an extension of Manchester based club night Bakk.Heia (Back Here). The label mirrors the party's ethos: blurring the lines between ambient drones, performance, abstraction, hedonism, and dance music. Johnny Phethean aka Schuttle, born in Newcastle and now based in Manchester, heads up Bakk Heia's debut offering with a 4-track EP, following a 6-track cassette released through London/Paris label Panatype, which ranked highly in Boomkat's ambient charts and received a sterling review from Resident Advisor. The A side starts with the fractured and angular expanse of 'Grade 1', which gives way to the meditative percussion of 'Speke'.
Over on the B, 'Utensil' delivers a club focused acidic tonker, with 'Grade 2' providing the gentle reprise.
Schuttle's music is as much built for the dance floor as it is shaped for the introspective listener - raw and tender in equal measure. More