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SENZEN 002EP
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When Benno Blome and Jens Bond were hanging out in Benno's studio the other day, they suddenly found themselves on the floor looking for their heads. They must have fallen off while producing some new Bond & Blome-beats. Having found their heads again, they continued, and finally came up with the Lose Their Heads EP. Also thanks to the fantastic remixes from Onno and Acumen, this whole package is ready to rumble all over the dancefloors of the universe.
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SENDER 084EP
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"For Sender 084, Benno Blome and Jens Bond return to remind us of that old expression, 'possession is nine-tenths of the law.' In this case, though, we're not talking about object and ownership but spirits taking over your mind, your body and your soul. The law, of course, is the command to dance, and you betray it at your peril. Rumor has it that Blome and Bond disappeared into the studio after a lost weekend not long ago. No other witnesses can confirm, but we've heard whispers of strange behavior: a door that locked behind them, flickering lights, a whiff of ozone. It's said that as their hands floated over the buttons of their sequencers, a pattern emerged all of its own accord, tapping drums and pattering congas that knocked about like the clacking of letters on an Ouija board. As the groove assembled itself out of thin air, a faraway howling ensued. Shaken, a little frantic, they began to look for the source of the sound, only to imagine that it was coming from inside the sampler itself. Ask them more and they clam up. But paranormal experts have long told stories of exactly this behavior: techno poltergeists, demonic syncopation, haunted house. The result is 'Ghost Story,' a song they swear composed itself, and we believe it: creepy bleeps and dubby clang make wraithlike melodies, while cymbals hiss with barely disguised menace. A chorus of whispers and murmurs draws you deeper and the funk takes over all your faculties. The result is a spellbinding journey into the darkness, a seductive techno succubus you'll be happy to call your master. On the B-side, 'This Way We Play' doesn't let up on the spine-tingling thrills, with a warm, enveloping bass line and an icy-high end blowing like Arctic breeze. The track is rolling and percussive, with eerie, detuned synths and pitched-down fox lurking deep in the mix, a masterpiece of blood-quickening syncopations and goosebump-inducing sonic details. Don't be afraid of things that go bump in the night."
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SENDER 076EP
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"First came 'Tentacular,' then 'Control Your Soul.' Now Jens Bond and Benno Blome put their heads together once again to bring you two more dark, delicious dabs of high-calorie techno, as bitter as baking chocolate and as tangy as a fine Cabernet. A powerful sense of bounce animates 'Sniffer Dog,' beginning with a rubbery bass line and extending to clattery percussion that never lets up. Appropriate for the title, a vague sense of menace lurks at every turn, but rich analog frequencies and gruff vocal snippets offer a reassuring sense of warmth. Straddling the line between house and techno, it's a kinetic, versatile tune with boundless spring in its step. 'Magyar Viszla' sounds as exotic as its name. Again, the palette of sounds is dark and warm, like a humid night in a foreign city, complete with honking horns and hissing neon. A low voice beckons from the shadows, drawing you into the mystery. Balancing Jens Bond's percussive signature with Benno Blome's unmistakable atmospherics, this is a true meeting of the minds, making for a tough-as-nails fusion guaranteed to ignite dancefloors of all stripes, at any hour."
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SENDER 068EP
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"After Tentacular, the first 12" from Jens Bond and Benno Blome, we are starting round two with Control Your Soul. Again, they tightened the psycho-active thumbscrews with pleasure and evoked the techno-Twilight-Zone in Blome's Switch Air Studio in endless jams. The directive vocal of the title track by itself, which sounds as if the Borg shoots its last warning through the ether before the assimilation of a new species, will lead party people to rapture. Minimal voodoo deluxe. 'Control your body, control my mind. Control my mind, control your soul.' This brings us to our knees at once. And the dancefloor surrenders with salacious gestures. In 'Submariner' you feel like soaring through the widths of the seven seas in the autopilot mode. Give us nano-tubes! Resistance is aimless, without a doubt!"
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