Review: The 25 year celebration continues to pick up steam on Charge Recordings, as Mampi Swift and the crew pick the best of the bunch from the label's extensive back catalogue. This time around it's a rough and ready single, which is straight from the old school and has all of the rough, analogue sounds to prove it. The heaviness here is special, as the spasmodic drums of 'Long Life' ricochet around a growling bassline that wallows in oodles of spacey, celestial atmospherics. 'Second Strike' is more direct and less fussy, as clattering breaks crash into you and leave you lying on the floor. Big stuff.
Review: Charge Recordings, one of the all-time great labels, are celebrating their 25th anniversary, and in so doing are revisiting some of Mampi Swift's best tracks. The label boss has been responsible for some corkers over the years, and we can imagine that narrowing it down was a tough job to say the least. But, of course, his 2013 remix of 'I Don't Need A Reason' made the cut; who can forget the first time they heard that brass-tinted horn bellow out of Dizzee's Rascal's menacing, iconic vocal lines. The old school vibes continue across the rest of the release, as Charge's specific take on dancefloor skips all the over engineered hype of the present and sticks to the basics that make this genre what it is: rough, vibrant drums and swelling basslines that puff your chest out. 'Twisted' is especially great, with a long introduction that keeps you hanging on every bar, the climax when it comes as satisfying as anything. Unreal.
Review: Mampi Swift's Charge Recordings don't release regularly, but when you have a name that renowned at the helm of things, it's inevitable that the music is going to be fantastic. That's very much the case with this single from Atom UK, who is landing on Charge with a brilliantly diverse two-tracker. The A-side, 'Tearout', does what is says on the tin as a punishingly heavy back-end spins out of control amidst a flurry of breaks and club-friendly low-frequency pressure. 'How We Do It' takes a chill pill in comparison but doesn't slip down that road too far, as a floating vocal sample nonchalantly sits above a belching, stabby bassline. Wicked.
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