Soft Vision returns to Acoustic Division with ZWEI, a 4 track 12” EP that breaches the flood walls between synth pop and techno. This Austin, TX duo proves not only make you cry or laugh, but possibly dance and lose any notion of self at all. The tobias. remix of the A1 Track "Tractor Beam," glides the original into a hallucinogenic territory. Melody and rhythm dissolve into each other as an ethereal voice guides you in from the fog. More

ULTIMATE CREW presents 4 tracks of decimating Future Rave: peak moments of crystallized energy reduced to the most simple and effective dance-floor weapons known to man. Entire nights distilled into mere minutes- providing you, the DJ, with the deepest cuts for the deadliest win. SIDE A: Elastic / Tak: Acid dripping off the cuff. Hip-house illumination via a saw wave cutting through the skull. Watch your mind! SIDE B: Future / Method: Only time will tell. Remember the future and wait for the break: it will break you. More

The return of Cirktury with the second EP in a series of releases planned for 2016. Four carefully selected remixers offer up their interpretation alluding to a most fertile time and place. A nod to dj extraordinare Mr. Carlos Souffront with the opening Zoot's Collision, remixed lovingly by Mr. Patrick Russell. Berlin via Downriver hero Derek Plaslaiko jumps all over and vastly improves "Untitled", inspired by the club night of the same name where he was a resident DJ. Acoustic Division head honcho Mr. Auto Delta Time takes a late night stab at a remix, and Mr. Jared Wilson takes everything home with a thick slab of acid. Meet you at the map point. Enjoy yourself. It's all you really have left.. More

Deep Acid Boogie? Autumnal Detroit Cuts? or maybe just Instant Classic. Whatever the language, this isn't new Todd Osborn, but its not old Todd Osborn. It's the Osborn of a new generation and out of a generation. It is limited, but for everyone: slated for fall, but timeless. Uncut, barrel proof, and all yours. More

Cirkutry - EP1 is a big fucking record. It that knocks about like Probe’s discography when it has just has fallen off your record shelf and splintered into three-hundred thirteen pieces. Once melted back together with a soldering iron, the resultant techno is as disorienting as it is devastating, perfect for easing into the deep late of night when all that remains on the agenda is a total dissolution of self. With classics like "The Hez", "Bleans", and "Guy Calls", and a special remix by the Ypsilanti overlord of evil genius, Mr. Todd Osborn. This one truly deserves the ketamine voice-mail cum cooking class record of the year award, 2016. Our advise: get it before it gets U. More

You know some people who, when they go out, they get lost. A melody, a face leads them away and its a wonder they ever get home. In the nighttime, in the throng, if the path of least resistance is the path unknown, its hard to know whether you should or shouldn't. More

Beautiful and unrelenting, understated and overwhelming, Mr. Osborn delivers on the promise ofall of those adjectives with BACK 2 HERE. Four Detroit inspired compositions guiding your night to all of the right places, from dusk to sunrise. Back 2 Here bridges an intense emotional resonance from the thundering physicality of the club, the purple skied, clear summer after hours straight on until a post-party morning breakfast. With each new release, Todd proves himself one of the true alchemists of electronic music More

A yawning desert covers and oppresses a distant daemon-sphere pregnant with the stuff of a thousand Earths. Clouds of the same hue and attitude as the infinite sands gradually dominate the sky, possessed of a malign intelligence. A trans-generational caravan cuts an unforgiving line through the dunes in a fruitless mission to close its great mad circle, forever missing by just miles. It is a roving, innumerable harem in liege to an unsexed tyrant who sings them this song, reproduced here by Resonant Hole emissaries Jeanne Vomit-Terror and Ed Sunspot, as the caravan commits the abominable act of transgressing the horizon into the infant sky-desert “above.” Carl Calm’s “Gulf of Night” mix is a monster, as is the great Mike Simonetti’s perverse interpretation! More