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FIZIC 006EP
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Fizic presents its first 2017 release from an exciting new name. Serb was born and raised in Craiova, Romania, where he spent his youth playing guitar in Nihilistic, a local punk band. His sophomore record is a prime example of his unique, cerebral take on dance music. "Qui Vive" is a somber, syncopated elegy of rugged elegance, with fizzy drums and percussion filtering in and out over the fragile melody. "Feet Locked" is analog honey poured into your post-rave ear. After-glow synths follow an expertly modulated bass. "Persistent Prick" echoes the esoteric explorations of Actress, with added twisted funk.
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FIZIC 005EP
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The fifth installment of Cosmin TRG's Fizic comes in the shape of two lethal remixes from Lucy and Minor Science. Lucy takes the mystical energies "Serpenti" and blends them into a digital ritual of tectonic plate-shifting drums, sizzling textures and hypnotic patterns, a highly seductive and authoritative transmission. "Oblic" sees its exuberant shimmer and ricochet rhythms reinterpreted with scientific precision by Minor Science. The result is a hyper-modern, high-octane excursion with deep fluid bass drums, expert percussion and soaring synths. Lucy's remix mastered by Giovanni Conti. Minor Science's remix mastered by Matt Colton. Original cover artwork by Cosmin Nicolae.
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FIZIC 004EP
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Cosmin TRG returns to his own Fizic imprint. "Oblic" offers a brisk groove that ebbs and flows among graphite-thin layers of percussion and sonic debris. The recurring dust sample amplifies the vigorous rhythmic attributes of the track, rendering it with prime dancefloor capabilities. "Serpenti" takes distant sparkles of mutant chimes, wraps them around the relentless pulse of a thudding kick, and soaks everything in static. Granules and grit are extracted from circuitry with a focus on razor-sharp sound system efficiency. Produced by Cosmin TRG and transformed by Matt Colton at Alchemy, with original artwork from Cosmin himself.
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FIZIC 003EP
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Romanian DJ and producer Cosmin TRG presents the third release on his Fizic label, taking abstract inspiration from musique concrète and J. G. Ballard's 1975 novel High Rise. "Sever" is a stripped-back bit of basement funk with scurrying alien sounds, frosted lo-fi textures, and propulsive kick drums; the forceful dub of "Redus" is riddled with abstract lifeforms and distorted radio frequencies; the synths of "Sirena" howl and spray like a UFO in a storm over a burrowing groove; and "Motoric" goes arctic with cavernous chambers of sound full of echo and reverb. Music and artwork by Cosmin Nicolae. Mastered by Matt Colton.
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FIZIC 002EP
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Cosmin TRG returns with another pair of killer modular techno tracks on his own label, Fizic. A timely reminder of the former Rush Hour and 50 Weapons producer's singular sound. "Uzura" starts with a brutal and blistering wall of rhythmical white noise. When drums do drop in, the fuzzy, scuzzy intensity remains and listeners are propelled along a frosty horizon with slithering synths, frazzled sirens, and hiccupping percussive sounds. "Vitriol" features spiraling pads, high-stomping drums, and a mangled acid line. An arresting EP of hugely textural techno that will surely dissociate and dislocate minds and bodies whenever it is dropped.
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FIZIC 001EP
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Iidiosyncratic producer and DJ Cosmin TRG is now minting his own new label, Fizic. The inaugural release sets the tone for the imprint perfectly with two heavyweight slabs of deep, texturally-rich techno in the form of "Repetetiv" and "Vernacular." "Repetetiv" has firm, monstrous kick-drums down low and an eerie brew of industrial signifiers, blurting machine sounds and scurrying percussion up top. "Vernacular" is a gnarly cut with urgent, slamming kicks, restless and raw hi-hats and rattling industrial hooks that place you at the centre of some darkened late-night warehouse.
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