German first 1995. Record plays EX. Sleeve has some creasing.
Not as daft as half the other 90s bits we’ve had in - this one’s proper serious business. Deep, moody German trance that locks you in and doesn’t let go, all hypnotic loops and a kick that sounds like it’s tunnelling straight through your ribcage. The sort of record that makes you forget what time it is until the sun’s coming up and you’re questioning your life choices. A cult classic for good reason.
FFO: Harthouse in their prime, early Sven Väth when he still looked scary, eye-rolling 3am basement moments, and anyone who thinks trance peaked before Tiësto discovered pyrotechnics.
