Rene's return to Blank Slate, one year on, with two further excursions in grooving, minimal, dubwise house music, moody and haunted; a kind of widescreen steppers, Berlin style. Right from the off, the Cywilizacja sequel is one step beyond, with hectic, scattered claps, and filter effects running into the distance. Again, melody and ambience are conjured from the moans and whispers of old films, but more pressingly than before. Half-submerged synths stick close to the hard-driving 808 beat. Midway, the elements become unglued, slipping out of synch, going off on their own... before the bizarre climax. Lamia retains the disquiet but eases up a little on the theatrics. Bobbling bass and queasy pads pock the orchestral miasma; some singing whipped from a student Tarkovsky opens the way forward for the bones of a rhythm.

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An ace double-header. Bad-minded, noisy, runaway jack from Mazzarino, Italy; percussive, gritty, stripped stompers from Mike ‘Brenda’ Davis. More

The first Supply showcase: four label-newcomers range with veteran authority from deep house to driving techno. The opener is a grooving house burner: an infectious loop and low-slung drums build triumphantly. Anders Hellberg drops in some acid, with a strident 909 beat stalking an open, melodic soundscape. Kicking off the flip, label co-owner JB teams up with Bostonian Paul Morse in an icy, tantalizing variation of elastic, swinging deep-house; before Stojche's Outward opens up an ending, its pounding beat laced with bitter-sweet Detroit strings.

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Ace, full-on techno, frosty and dreadful. Station is a ring-modulated grinder with slashing FX; Krone ups the tempo, percussion, menace. Reben is stomping, swinging, dubwise; Die Werke darker, unhinged, funked out. More

Another storming, ranging EP from the New Yorkers: heavy-duty machine funk for the dancefloor, charged and swinging with old-school Chicago vibes. The A-side house bobs from tearaway to discofied to rawly jaunty; the techno on the flip from dug-in and twisted to a more wide-open excursiveness. To start, the soulful rug-cutter Down runs a sublimated tribalism beneath lovely, dubwise kick drums and sultry female vocal; Heavy Skies is lo-fi funk, a stand-out; the bass and brilliant percussion-work of the title track crosses US garage with new UK styles (a little Joy O to its bottom end). Discreet Time meshes vintage Chicago drum programming with the filtered house of someone like I:Cube; and to close, Plateau, a widescreen, experimental bubblers, with reaching FX'd synths and shuffling snares and hi-hats... perhaps their best yet.

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