Sometimes the title says everything you need without evening listening. Especially if you're already aware of the heavyweight work Matrix has done previously. "Big Guns" shoots with just as much deadly precision as you'd want it to. There's more in the chamber, too... "Cotton Mill" is a scratchy, shuffling roller galvanised with a hypnotic ricochet effect on the percussion, "Ego Death" is a tribal-minded 4/4 stomper with great use of a spoken word sample and a firing flex into half-time while "Roll" is the biggest bang of the shoot-out thanks to its elephantine steppy riddim and sheet-metal FX. Lock and load, fire on sight... Each one of these cuts will shred a floor in seconds.
Curated in celebration of this year's Miami attack, Flux and P deliver a multi-direction four-track attack that showcases just how pies the label has its grubby fingers in. The boss's shake-up of "Bada Bing" is the epitome of the label's past and future as metallic, ready-shreddy electro fuses with swaggering dubstep halfsteps. Cookie Monsta's take on "The Sound Of Science" is equally retro-future with its potty mouthed sonics shattering all windows in a five mile radius. Diskord's take on "Exostomp", meanwhile, fuses trap flavours, juicy funk glitches and dubstep with equal measures of raw aggression and silky synths. Finally Funtcase flips the switch with a killer D&B version of "Requiem" that nods deftly at the likes of Hazard and Majistrate. Heavy.
Dubliminal bossman Cessman jumps aboard the good ship Surfase with a far-flexing trio... "Ponder" is a real grizzler. With a waspy, middy 2010 style bassline and thundering beats, it's his aggiest track to date. "Sleeping Giant" is the complete contrast; a lush, breezy garage affair with beats that float like a fat lady's dress and a cold, confident air. Finally "Under Pressure" takes us back to Cessman's foundations. Writhing in authentic dub dynamics, it's the sound most people know him best for... And by jove he does it well. With a palpitating kick/bass combo it will lend itself well to techno lovers just as much as it does dub heads.
A hardcore slice of nasty from Bournemouth bass barons Genetix on their Big Tuna imprint... "Do 1" punches so hard it thrusts us right back to the late zeros with its aggy drops and drums so heavy they could crush a tank. With all sorts of trippy, mangled samples (including Ms Dynamite), it's an instant shock out that has potential to cause genuine riots. Handle with care.
The Northern Line crew have recently welcomed cult Leeds producer Nastee Boi (Joel Parris) into their fold and now we get a first taste of his sound for the label. This is the first installment of his "Nastie AS F**k" series and these four instrumentals fit perfectly into NL's minimal bass agenda. From the electro-swing meets 4x4 vibes of "Bass Chase" to the tropical snake charmer craziness of "Greez" via the dub-trap mayhem of "Blindside" and the bleepy 8-bit hip-hop synthfest of "Extraction". Killer sounds.
Be prepared for a daring ride through the imagination of a truly unclassifiable force in British electronic music, as Mumdance delivers a veritable statement of a Fabric mix. Far from plying a safe and steady club rocking trade, the London-based producer swerves wildly about across the run time with excursions into noise and sparse avant-garde states before sliding into twitchy techno only to be waylaid by dismembered jungle breaks and bass stabs. There are swerves around every corner, and each turn goes deeper into the nether regions of Mumdance's mind before the mix barges its way to the top via a deft progression from grime to nostalgic hardcore.
Daring Denver wave-racer Gunkst lets rip with this debut EP on Plastician's Terrorhythm imprint and it's a pretty important release for all concerned. "B Ball" is a whacked out paranoid affair with a strange arpeggiated rise that appears cold but leads to a really warm breakdown. "Pipelord" sits somewhere between juke and dubstep; all pacey kicks, dagger-sharp edits and rave references. Finally "Surface" gets back to the trap format and proceeds to tear it up. Similar to "B Ball", it's a cold start but an emotional Starkey-level synth-drenched finish. Full marks, full bodied, full steam ahead.