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SUS 058LP
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SUS 058CD
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"The tentacles are stretched out, the poison fangs are sharpened, bank- and web-accounts are blocked, but the yuppie is still there, and makes himself more comfortable than ever. Luckily we are well prepared, luckily we have one like him: John Spring, the Don Quichotte from the German east coast, the bassdrum in flesh and blood, the man of greatest humor between two bars since Ringelnatz. And being a true techno troublemaker, he knows his enemies and the spirit of the times, and he knows about people still thinking to be Clark Kent, trying to combine moral doctrine with an ugly tie. But all of this is now null and void -- let's tap-dance on the ruins of the pale majority! John's countless dances on the dispo parquet predestine him for this job, cause nobody else knows better how to extract the dark vibes of electrified feelings as much. Demoniac, bizarre, funky, his music rumbles through the terror of everyday life, washes techno inside-out, and hangs it out to dry in front of the community center. The immediate effect on brain and bone is guaranteed, the body may sweat again, somewhere in between joyful bawling and evil hissing, rumbling and shunkling in 4/4."
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SUS 048EP
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"He's got the need for speed, but never flew out of the bend: John Spring, our virtuoso of sloping positions, is taking his game to new heights of funky digital distortion and consequently presents a real highlight on Sub Static, whose bass-heavy stunner will blow away kids and heads alike. Those, who like their anaemic chartbreakers well done, will be warned, because this obsessively processed monster of a track causes bloody mayhem on every floor imaginable. Always living in the fast lane and never looking back, that's why we love John, our true star in the ring. So watch out for the real thing coming soon to a club near you."
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SUS 040EP
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"Who sneaks through post urban terrains at this late hour? It's John Spring, carrying this brand new Sub Static EP under his arm, always in quest of the next groovy data crash, or just a hideout for the starving artist's body. Cause who ever gnaws at his sounds so uncompromisingly, that it would drive any accountant's hard-breathing breastbone down into his jittery knees, can't be a wealthy man. Meanwhile the former 'Dispo Dancer' (sub static #35) has broken the bank, however without robbing it first, which absolutely would have made sense, as the very-clever-electronics are now finally bleeding him white. Maybe his own fault, as not any perfect stranger can do these machine-made knucklebone karate beats without swallowing some acid rain. It's just lunaticly sexy, this high frequent flesh-wound funk straight outta sample hell, so friendly fanatic and irresistibly undue. This man is truly brushing his suede boots against the grain before jumping into the cold water, cause waterproof does not come from waterloo -- and megalomania is associated with others."
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