Curses

Our latest record is a debut 12″ coming straight from the deepest pit in Hell- Brooklyn. CURSES!* is not a total rookie, though. Wrapped in this elegantly designed cloak of mystery is bass heavyweight champ DROP THE LIME. Under this new guise, he’s all about reigniting the excitement of early nineties dance music. But he’s so not retro. His peculiar brand of mutated house defies everything you think you know about “proper club music”. He makes evil records that challenge you to play them out, LOUD, and then amply reward you for doing so.

Hungry For Love is, dare I say it, an eight-minutes beat odyssey. It unfolds ambitiously, with live-sounding drums and bells on a bed of electro synths and effects, plus propulsive bass and high drama. It sounds unburdened by any genre imperatives but never surrenders to prog. There’s nothing quite like it.

With This Is the Way, Curses! brings back the diva. And then proceeds to cut her up and run her into the ground with utmost care and love. The vocals are super compressed, yes, and mangled, yes, and paired with hyper synths and breackneck edits and hardbody drums, yes, but they’re still oddly human- it’s still a voice cutting through the plug-ins. So here it is, this oddity, a straight-up ravey anthem augmented with an unexpectedly moving disorder in the treble range.

When Drop The Lime hijacks his doppelganger’s music, he shows no mercy and punches up pretty much everything. The resulting all-levels-in-the-red, jacked-up House morphs in and out of Electro, Dubstep and Grime and is, frankly speaking, kind of scary. In a good way. In a Female Convict Scorpion way.