The Maghreban sits hunched over arcane hardware amid piles of records, his cranium haunted with the echoes of Satin Storm and 10 kilowatt suburban microdot nightmares. Ears not troubled by current fads, The Maghreban’s style has developed in neurotic isolation.
Menacing yet accessible, informed by early 90s hardcore, film soundtracks and XTC records, these 2 tracks are but an opening salvo in a slew of planned 2014 releases. Stay tuned.
If you're looking for a friendly way into the Opal Tapes catalogue I'm afraid there isn't one. However, this is a great (and very decently priced) introduction to the distinct sound this label has made its own with some fantastic slices of techno. Boma Ye
You wait ages for a new Gesloten Cirkel EP, then two come along at once! M-011 is marginally the more restrained of the pair but it's still a fantastically hairy, black-humoured ride through the hinterlands of acid-flecked techno/electro GC call home. On "Real Melbourne House" a distorted voice narrates the tale of a house DJ who only plays out in remote locations so he can steal revellers' cars while they're dancing. I wonder if it's grand theft auto-biographical ... Niccolo Brown