VA - Double A Volume 2

Feasting on distortion and acid-eaten riffs, Dylan Rhymes fizzles up an adamantly meaty house kick-flip that loves nothing better than to leave teethmarks in speakers. Rhymes’ unfussy construction of Suicide Girl gets baked and bent all out of shape by what were once electro loops – the first wave perhaps come as a standard synth-scuppering gargle acting as a fine chilling of pre-emptive fear hollering in the background, but the second set made of rattling scrambler backfire are properly geared to get your innards jumping about your frame. Meaning that if the teeth-pulling riffs won’t get you out front, the staccato spirits will. Either way, you ain’t getting off lightly.

As hardcore still knows the score, and as current dance music climate isn’t averse to mug a scene from the early '90s in the name of invention, Medicine8 look to blind everyone with the science of strobes straight off a taped-to-buggery pirate radio show. Authentic rave riffs twist, rewind and come again fluorescently, particularly with the way they appear to wax on wax off, shooting out from a position just behind the sturdy techno tempo, in unofficial homage to Joey Beltram. Save for a bumpy breakdown that while breaking up the track sufficiently is at a bit of a loss as to what to do with itself, This is Electra Mite wears its day-glo bandanna with fulsome pride, giving original rave babies a steaming great shot of nostalgia while teaching today’s shape-throwers about how to make a synth really sting.