Who needs an obtrusively acting kickdrum, when the decent wobbling bassline of “Breezin” does the job just as good? Right - nobody. Or, at least PETER GRUMMICH (Shitkatapult/ Spectral/Kompakt) doesn’t, whose proverbial deepness constantly gets the floors into rapturous body-rolling. Thus it was just a question of time to welcome this man to KARLOFF, the label for everything that’s different. Here, all medium-dated orientation to felt (rather than experienced) standards is gladly left to other persons of great hope, whilst enjoying the border-crossing between dorky monkeyshine and serious spirit of adventure. Consequently, quick-thinking misbehaviour is also the attitude of the (for formal reasons called) b-side, where the horizon gets canvassed for both weird and life-affirming sounds, in grasp of the groove. Summarizing - dance music to breathe deeply.