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As The Skinny turns four, and Ten Tracks turns one, we're very pleased to be offering you our first collaborative gift bundle as an inverted birthday celebration.
No point starting with anything but the best: we're offering a killer selection of deep-space electro dub pop from the kids over at LuckyMe (full track-listing below).
Head over to Ten Tracks to find more expertly curated selections (where the deal is it's ten tracks for a friggin' POUND), or get yourself a ticket to see The Blessings and many more quality acts at The Skinny and Ten Tracks' Twisted Kids Birthday Party.
Dub will often make you think of basslines. But imagine if you flipped it so you get trembling peaks of treble, not echoing gulfs of reverb. That's what you get when you antagonize the horn.
Sultry rnb pop, with a satisfyingly smackin' beat. One for dirty fun dancing with your loved one, grinning wide 'cause you know what's coming.
We had a debate as to whether this'd be difficult or brilliant to dance to. Imagine you had ten seconds to save the planet, and the only way to do it was to authentically lose your balance... And you're dancing! Easy!
A solid slow beat is like having a few drinks at lunchtime: it feels indulgent, but actually life depends on these occasional pleasure-stases. Bunk is lunchtime drinking, in space.
A pang implies a short sharp pain, but usually actually involves quite a lot of staring out of windows or at walls, or walking around not-especially scenic parts of cities. Respite seem to get this, offering a bleep-sweet soundtrack to the experience.
A post-rock kids' TV show theme, with the sort of lilting synth anticlimaxes that'd send most kids insane; though then they'd grow up and run the world better than we do.
A funky, electrified love song, making insouciant pronunciation of 'feeling' as - almost - 'filling' (as in, 'you give me a really good ... all day long'). Nice.
Back in the early 90s folk called music like this trance: before trance was Castles in the Sky it was a skyscape of nebulous tech swells and vaporous tweeting loops. Long live dead trance.
Filmic towers of dub: see yourself as part of a slo-mo chase scene across Kansas, dodging technicolour tornados while out-driving the catharsis cops.
Something about layered music suggests a questioning attitude to reality and the self. Nice, then, that Lunice has paired this style with a natural swagger and call routine: hangin' onto the ego never sounded so fresh.
