Paramida returns with her second EP ‘Moonrise VII’, touching down on Love On The Rocks just in time for summer with 3 cuts of hands in the air, good time house, F1 tunnel rave and emotional dream house; her signature take on colourful, dreamy trance-inflected visions of the dance floor in full, untethered effect. Sailor Moon House, inspired by the cult 90s anime series of the same name, is what would happen if Sailor Moon made house music: beautiful, colorful chaos energy; the sound of a dancefloor collectively nodding their heads, tapping their feet and losing their minds on a Sunday afternoon at Panorama Bar, on an infinity cruise to pure joy. Kawaii! Hypercolor trance clouds break to a shiny new dawn of driving rhythms, cheeky acid bass hooks and searching sonar pings, setting course for a masterclass in feeling good, sunrise filtering in through the blinds, leaving a sea of happy faces and twinking ecstasy trails in its wake. Space Ride finds Paramida in heist mode: a high-speed 8-minute car chase that swerves its way through dimly lit rave tunnels in the dead of night, leaving just the acid traces of its heavily chopped trance stabs to electrify the no-nonsense, pounding kick drum and groove workout, punctuated by abrupt u-turns via razor-edged rave corners, leaving the dance floor in the dust. Sampling SYT’s 1995 progressive trance track ‘Drift’ on Chris Hillman’s UK-based label Magick Eye Records, which has been serving up psychedelic trance, deep dub, downtempo and ambient since 1991, this track came about over the course of a year via a random Shazam/Hör-related chain of events that led to the original artists involvement, blessing Paramida’s edit and rework to re-introduce their lost jam to a new generation, with new bells and whistles, maxed out for ‘22. Seatbelts on! 33 is something completely different: 3 minutes and 41 seconds of shapeshifting, heavy-lifting ambient dream house that threatens to build into a massive emotional crying-on-the-dancefloor moment but instead flips gears before dropping you back in to a life-affirming, pure ecstasy bliss, the sound of the warmest, connected chemical embrace channelled into a sublime 221 seconds of being alive. "The people of the world, all of them... tend to think only about what we cannot share. But our brains are all the same. We are the same people."