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Parlour Records unveils its debut release, produced by Tvowi — a versatile producer shaping his sound around house and techno, laced with synth-driven, electro force.Nocturnal Rites is a 4-tracker journey through the shadowy hours, filled with pulsing synths, electro rhythms, and breakbeat textures, it blends dark, cinematic atmospheres with dancefloor energy. Each track has its own mood, raw, and charged with mystery.

Four years after Algorhythms EP, the journey continues. This new vinyl EP from Tim Jackiw Manifests a high-energy fusion of fast-paced rhythms, melodic textures, and deep acid grooves—crafted for the dancefloor, designed for the underground. A relentless pulse of movement and emotion, pushing forward while staying true to the roots. Limited pressing. Just pure analogue energy. Coming soon on Baldo's Physical Education label.

Delve into the deep and murky waters of RH003, brought to you by the dance droid; Phase O'Matic. Dance floor ready from start to finish.

Adam Collins new solo ep and his latest innovation for the tech house underground label: Rhythm Trax Recordings Vienna. Run by Chris Rhythm and exclusive at 3345 records Vienna (3345ROOM). Adam Collins is a pioneering artist in the US underground house music and launched his career in Chicago by co-founding the band Omni A.M. and the label Euphoria Records. His sound and vinyl craftsmanship are shaped by experience at Chicago’s gramophone and south London Swag records, both iconic hubs for electronic music. Adam continues to shape the underground landscape, and deliver a four track ep:“Acid Truth” is a bubbling acid bass tech house tune. The hypnotic bleeps and shuffles space sounds in “Newar” makes the bass before you know it. “Delegates” is the perfect missing link which followings the sound of the London underground Wiggle scene. If you don’t know “You Think You Know” you will know then what house music is.

Running some cranky, tempestuous currents on the latest, courtesy of Berlin’s Okain.A quartet of the meanest cuts to grace the label for a minute as he pulls no punches on propulsion. Hurtling through the temporal plane at break-neck speed.Proper strapping accelerators rooted somewhere between third portal freak-out and girder-strength tech house flex. All four built like a brick shithouse, but the foundations have given out and we’re falling down a wormhole. Transcending epochs and realities with one foot in the free party and another in the big room.Organ synth, searing 303 and lysergic flourish in abundance. Synths darting, drums impeccable.Trippier than we’ve come to expect from the Talman Records founder, but no diminishing returns on dancefloor potency.