Oh Yeah by Epy

From taking a deep breath and tending their joint mobility, Epy is back on the floor. There, they bring a sachet packed full of diversely colored gems. Not to hold on, but to spill.

Hardly imaginable they peel away layers where even a squeamish ear pickles in satisfaction, laying open glow-in-the-dark mineral funk streaks. During that exercise, it seems they have pushed themselves over some edge, or multiple edges rather. The fall is only ever brief, and always bouncing off a staunch landing pad made of carefully brewed musical stock reserves, letting themselves drop over onto islands composed of previously underexplored styles, that float at new elevations.

Volume cranked, biochemical balances adjust.

Epy is Stefan Holek, Nestor Pridun, Klaus Voltmer

cover and artwork by sansculotte

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For more than two decades Epy have been dissecting the broken beat genre with scientific accuracy: carefully peeling away all excess layers to arrive at the barebone structure of minimalistic, uncompromising electronic funk.