n.stal – La Plage EP / LYO#002

nstal - La Plage 12"
nstal - La Plage EP 12"
nstal - La Plage 12"
nstal - La Plage 12"
nstal - La Plage 12"
nstal - La Plage 12"
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Les Yeux Orange / LYO-002After entering the vinyl realm with the breezy techno of Portland’s Wav Fuzz, Les Yeux Orange train their sights a little closer to home for the follow up, heading into the Parisian underground with a deep three tracker from n.stal. Raised on a diet of Basic Channel, Viewlexx and Crème Organization, this newcomer fuses hypnotic rhythm and dreamy melody to create a fresh sound for free spirits. Driving, deep and dreamily dubby, this debut from n.stal should keep the dance floor heated throughout the seasons.

nstal – La Plage EP
A – La Plage
B1 – Entre Les Étoiles
B2 – Sans Lumière

RELEASE DATE : 11 NOVEMBER 2016
All tracks produced by WAV FUZZ
Mastered by MATHIEU BERTHET
Distribution by DIANA CHARITE

n.stal - La Plage

Get your copy on LYO Bandcamp

Digital EP : 3€
12″ Vinyl : 10€

A – LA PLAGE

Leaving the Metro at Laumière we skip through the moonlit streets to cool our heels by the Bassin De La Villette. As our feet touch the cool sands of La Plage, n.stal wraps us in the tender embrace of his swirling sonics, leading the dance with a solid kick and echoing toms. Glassy chimes punctuate the soft focus bliss of the mesmeric keys, introducing the humid breakdown of pro- to-house vox and Mediterranean guitar which guides us home. This is music for lucid dreams and clear nights.

B1 – ENTRE LES ÉTOILES

On Entre Les Etoiles, n.stal serves a timely reminder that the same starlit sky stretches over all of us, scattering melancholy keys and twinkling marimba over driving machine drums and a roaring bassline. Atmospheric pads and dizzying fx fill out the sounds- cape as n.stal utilises the language of classic techno to create tension and release. Echoing sonar sweeps, Octave One synth strings and that full bodied bass sound hark back to the glory days of Detroit.

B2 – SANS LUMIÈRE

Closing the set in faded fashion, Sans Lumière stumbles out the speakers in a thick narcotic haze. Blurred keyboard vamps recline on the fringe of discord, weaving their way around the precise 909 rhythms and clanging warehouse idents.