Next Dub EP
Don’t sleep on this, as a record crammed to a brim with such insanely tight and varied material doesn’t hit the
shops often. Printed on a customary 180g Elusive wax and limited to a measly 300 copies it won’t stay on the
shelves for long and might just cause a riot!
Andrey Burtaev is somewhat of a gleaming, speeding meteor that is about to hit our planet big and Elusive
Records are proud to welcome him back for his second effort for the label. Right from the start of the “Move
on Dub” we are teleported to the heart of the deepest rainforest. The humid hallucinatory mist of the opening
bars subversively flows into hooks laced with explosive jitters and locked-in, dubbed up tech-house beats. The
jive comes in and reasserts the reggae roots so central to Andrey’s music. The track is so dense with fresh ideas
– it leaves you with that rare feeling of ‘not enough’.
When listening to “Late Night Dubbing” one may be excused for thinking that they woke up in a Bedouin
dwelling and stepped from the carpeted tent floor straight onto the white sands of Tulum. The delicate
textures of orient strings and distant splashes of ice cold water pools take time to build up before morphing
into Latin-tinged guitar lick so seductive that despite the constrained tempo of the track any given dancefloor
would most probably spontaneously combust.
“Next Dub” grabs all that is lush from a tropical dub carnival and dips it in a keg of sordid four to the floor disco
groves. End result – nobody will be able to sit this infectious stomper out, ‘dem bodies shall move’!
Let’s end on a high! Imagine a barrel of Jamaican finest is being smuggled into a watering hole of downtown
Chicago circa prohibition time, lock stock and a smoking barrel! Classy and off the hook is the trademark
signature of the outstanding Steven Cock’s remix of the title track. The bassline on his interpretation of “Next
Dub” is so virulent - the World Health Organisation ought to provide the release with a war