I let the guitars take hold, and the rhythms trickle into my veins.
We want it's warm and hazy fuzz, that puts some fire in our bellies and some stoke in our groin.
As the car pulled up outside the house she cast a long look inside.
The sound of people was all around.
70s synth disco madness from the king of library music
Deep, melancholic breakbeat musicality from the rising Belgian producer
"Atop the hill the cold wind blew."
The Milwaukee producer shares an emotive breakbeat cut from his new EP on Glacial Industries.
Roll up, roll up! This one is large.
She was beautiful.
They were in perilous trouble.
"As the soaring chopper flew high above the walls of the city below it looked out upon glimmering lights, poverty, wealth and all between."
BEEFCAKE, BEEFCAKE, BEEFCAKE!
Deep in the jungle was an ancient burial ground.
He would never be the same again, for now he was born and fully grown.
The stars whizzed and bubbled bright in the distant galaxy.
In the backroom the smoke and mirrors flickered beneath the glow of strobe lights.
The dreamy mountains flickered in the sunlight as the plane moved slowly through the early morning sky.
The spaces in between was where the money was made.
The code was complicated and far fetched.
The speech was a gimmick, a joke, a fraud.
Those times and memories would stay lost and secret forever. They had, once again, escaped retribution.
The light at the end of the long tunnel loomed ominously in the distance.
The corridor seemed endless as the bell buzzed in his ear.
The glow of the dying sun cast a radiant warmth across the golden sand.
The Northern Lights hung ominously above the snow glazed kingdom.
As the gang marched the boulevard they cast a mean shadow upon the sidewalk.
The grassy hills were hidden beneath the clouds.
The letter was the last reminder left of her presence.
The moonlight cast a white glow across the blue water of the swimming pool.