Frankman - Cold Nights

Frankman's 'Cold Nights' is epic deep. The track sparkles like snow flake exhaust from a daydream machine. I can listen to it over and over again. The way the bass line trots along while sound clouds pass by is just hypnomazing. Little bells parachute from above and my mind drifts away to yesteryear. The awesomeness reaches a fever-pitch around 4 minutes when an ethereal voice desperately pleads "take me back." Every time I hear her sing, I wonder if she is addressing a lover, or yielding to time itself?

Mlle Caro & Frank Garcia - Dead Souls (Radio Slave Long Distance Kiss Mix)

Radio Slave fires off another winner with his remix of Mlle Caro & Frank Garcia's 'Dead Souls.' A lot of the original sound has been abandoned. No pop friendly rhythm to guide you, just the pulse of a lonely analogue kick. Staccato drum sounds slowly start to reveal themselves as an alert bouncing synth strolls in. Intermittent static keeps you focused and right as things become somewhat predictable Mlle Caro's vocal emerges. Her French accent thick, her tone genderless. Strings breeze in as she repeats her melancholy mantra, singing of dead souls and dancing shadows. Mlle steps away, leaving you alone with droning overdriven guitars. The tag-along synth abruptly pauses and you find yourself in territory once exclusively held by shoe-gazers. The unconventional meeting of rock and techno freezes the landscape and begs your consideration. The bouncing synth returns, acknowledging your disorientation and safely guides you back to familiar ground. As if nothing ever happened, the track takes you right back to where it started. Then, without warning, the drums quit and the remaining sounds fade to black.

Joris Voorn - The Deep (Jimpster Remix)

This may quite possibly be the most perfect 'tech-house' track ever. The track starts off simple enough. A nice tight kick with trance style bass fading in. Dubby drum sounds create suspense as a winy synth creeps closer and closer. A cymbal crash slides in to a jazzy piano riff that tips it's hat to the classic house sounds of the late 80s and early 90s. A new sound is introduced, in another life it could have been used by Parliament-Funkadelic, but this incarnation strikes hope in an otherwise field of despair. The sound echos away to a gaseous dream. Another strike and with it more gas. The air begins to swell, the gas ignites. A chord picks you up off your feet and if you listen closely you can hear the sound of another's amazement. Floating in the clouds, you almost feel lost, where did everything go? Suspension and disbelief surround you. The bass line returns, this time more brilliant than you remember. "Dance," it commands and you have no choice but to obey.