Our Teutonic chums come through once again with the secret selections you vinyl-junkies love to love ! House Master Boyz get ripped up, but this ain't Chicago and it ain't 1986 ! That classic Acid House refrain gets welded onto some distinctly brand new / retro sonics, an acid laced behemoth that's equal parts New Beat and strobe-lit proto House. Timeless & powerful floor food, and as such; equally at home in some Erol Alkan piloted stadium as it is in a stinky basement. A quick flip and the JJ Jam swaps the faithful homage we found next door for a futuristic steppers workout. Roughly hewn stabs underpinned by some rib cage rattling low end registers 300 COPIES - VINYL ONLY