Tutankhamon 9000 ~ Lost in Luxor : Space Boogie
Productions
Released: April 2008
The dark months of the Finnish winter seem to be the
breeding ground for productions of equally dark, spiritual, frenetic
trance music. In the heart of it all, Helsinki based Space Boogie
Productions has been more active than ever, churning out killer
releases from European and world favorites such as Troll Scientists,
Astroschnautzer and more. Latest, but certainly not least, is "Lost
In Luxor" by Tutankhamon, reincarnated nearly nine-thousand
years since his latest life cycle to bring usancient rhythms interpolated
through fast-futuristic musical technology. Eleven tracks fuel and
inspired by the ancient energy of one of the greatest demigods Earth
has ever known await you, each one a ticket to a different far-removed
audioverse. Tut's supersonic, vibrational proselytizations will
be engulfed be trance dancers across the globe and elsewhere this
summer, and now is your time to clue in and ride the crest of this
raw and relentless wave of trance dance ingenuity.
Papyrus Paranoia
Dark, nighttime trance projecting ominously primordial energy dribbles
out of the speakers. Thick pulsating bass grooves are the undertow
for currents of twitchy, glitchy layers your brain can barely wrap
around. Brilliant bridges and fills along with percussive ceilings
provide horizons got this undulatingly mystically malevolent sonic
atmosphere.
Lost In Luxor
Alternating bass and kicks jump right in leading you into a mind-twisting
sweep siral which propels the energy immediately skyward. Groovy
sixteenth note bass lines hit you where it hurts, and the acid-scathed
saw tooth rhythms don't pull any punches either. Excellent bridges
and transitions keep the vibrations in constant cyclical convection.
Schkitzophrenic Sphinxx
Pitch-bent percussive warbles usher in a raw, powerful trance beat.
Explosive oscillations accompany gritty squelch rhythms which grind
your ego into the dirt you're dancing on. There's tension and release
aplenty for all. A drastically entropic breakdown before a complete
musical mannerism overhaul, keeping your brain busy throughout its
entirety.
Castration In Cairo
Expertly modulated drum beats fill the initial soundscape, while
chunky, raw bass lines get you immediately jumping. The sample arrangements
are precise and seamless, with each unique bridge arresting you
and opening up for further tension development. Industrial warehouse
sounds and more yet-unnameables paint a surreal sonic picture of
frenzied abandon.
My Mummy Is A Mummy
This track with otherwise powerful elements eases into its development
subtly, its layers introducing themselves from all directions, making
for an interesting interdimensional experience. The bass gets jumpier
as the rhythms grow more intense, as angry sounds rip and claw at
your consciousness. Tut's stellar modulation talents really stand
out here.
Dong In A Bong
This killer nighttime stomper will be a hit for peak-hour outdoor
sets, from the monstrous bass to
the crackling mids and highs. The layers seem to ride between the
scales, lifting you up as others drive you down. The breakdowns
which only make the energetic sessions stand out more. The track
is as much of a wave as that which comprises it.
Jesus vs Shitler
These robotic bleeps and bloops would be sure to inspire short-order
psychoses were it not for the expertly quantized drums and bass
tethering you together. A squishy, sloppy sound which will be a
hit on dance floors and trance spaces makes this piece. Liquidy,
glassy sounds scare you and invert your senses in this mind-warper
of a trance track.
Nymphomaniac Nefertiti
Robotic vocals and ethereal cirrus clouds of sound provide the backdrop
of seismic bass as frantic musical code reaches you through imaginary
tubes of questionably underwater origins. Both mechanically sterile
and organically wet and dirty, there are enough musical dualities
to appeal to energetic crowds for multiple rotations.
Rambomized
Malevolent and feral, the furious beats and aggressive leads paint
portraits of ancient cosmic rituals and shapeless creatures of the
night. With your ego as the sacrifice, these diabolical synths never
sound the same for long as they execute inspirationally hedonistic
rites upon the dance floor. This one hooks you and refuses you release.
A Bulk Of Hulks
Part swing beat and part thumping four-on-the-floor, Tut launches
you into a synapse-spinning session of sweaty, selfless activity.
Glitchy and chaotic, there is enough squishy slurps and acidic static
to amp up the energy to higher levels. Drum beats and whumping bass
spin off into liquidy, fluidic moments of mental rest before a final
explosion.
Tutankhamon 10000
Rising up from beneath, these sounds seem to have sprouted from
the annals of an unhinges mind, or inimical sentience from unperceivable
dimensions. Deep sonar and reverbed clanging and bleeping communicate
inexpressible messages of writhing dance trance energy. Ever-mutating
layers bear scary senses of detached humanity.
