Instromnia is taking us in many different (wonderful) directions folks, and I’m only trying to keep up.
Listen to his latest piece of work as he turns The Internet’s track, “Love Song,” into uptempo liquid gold. Over 4 minutes long of fluid energy, the rework reminds me of the vinyls of late 90′s DJ sets that I love to find in record store dollar bins.
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It’s been quite a while since I’ve rounded up my most recent heavily played tracks and uploaded them to the site. Have at a new cool 120 and be sure to right-click each individual track to download.
Eighth Avenue – Hospitality
For the rest of the mix, click here. Enjoy.
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This is a much, much harder Instromnia than the one I first introduced you all to.
“The Infected” is a frantic yet grimy track with compressed electronic tones that just won’t relent. I can’t say this sound is for everyone but the concept and creativity behind it is what really drew me. Check out the description below from the man himself:
This track began its life as a looped stock amen break which I jammed out a synth lead on some kind of minor scale..
I found some left 4 dead samples and got inspired to use some of the zombie fx..
I had the track finished at the boomer explosion bit & was happy with it..
but suddenly from within the dark depths of the deep darkness…
I found the “you wanna war sample…” and worked out a completely insane pterodactyl sounding distortion setting to play it through which gave me flashbacks to tracks like “Fucking Hostile” by “Krumble” & others by “soundclash” and inspired me to make a 2nd build, go completely mental with the rhythm & try to make the nastiest piece of electronic musical filth I could…
I added more distortion, tempo changes and tried some breakcore madness…Then the mixing began, on ancient &/or scrappy gear while sitting in a shoebox surrounded by angry neighbours… when I could hear nothing over the ringing in my bleeding ears I knew the track was finished.
I’m almost reminded of some distorted version of Prodigy, and you’ll see why.