The heart melting, floor obliterating grooving beast When the Mud Falls is held with high regard in the GC stables. Solidly built on a foundation of fat tuned kicks, curly sub and an uncompromising tour de force piano spiral. Effervescently ethereal, bringing on vague recollections of 80s high-end synth led kosmische production. A powerhaus of monumental proportions. Fulltime Volldepp is a sizable lump of gathering rhythms converging to form tense build ups. Shuffling away psyche inducing sentiments with a cataclysmic crescendo, A2 aids the thoughtful dancefloor massive in futuristic disco dancing. Hash Hash has been a staple part in the Workshops diet since way back, finally seeing the light of day on a thickly cut 180g. Cloud like deep house maneuvers bump and grind, providing existential feelings with no remorse or care. They strut their stuff with light claps and flailing keys to make melancholy merriment. Driving emotive Brownswitch picks slick Detroit chords to induce otherworldly fondness. With muffled claps for supreme furious styles and space age affections eventually reaching a heightened hypnosis, Rocketship funk of the highest order this is… the inside etch says it all really. The first of the Digi pair, Big Daddy is Mudkid in full soundtrack mode, lurking & skulking on the moody downlo, Still fizzing with energy and life force, soothing flipped with darkness, an afterhours slow burn. Closing out the show, Future Girl will stand you back on your feet for one last dubbed out flex in the reverb wash. Kick drums ride over metallic clangs and rubber bass muscle. Set up a System in a field, call your mates, add Future Girl and stay up all night.