Description
Greta Cottage Workshop spend plenty of time & money hunting down that perfect cardboard sleeve (it’s an OCD thing). Hand stamped and/or painted, each one unique. Low runs a speciality. Dapper vinyl repositories, designed to make you covet that disc – Record Sleeves…. not just glorified paper bags. These are the sounds of Arnaldo: The missing forth member of the Three Muskateers continues his dulcet theme, with murky yet well executed space bumps that flux mercifully around his groove. The new gear accommodates his personal pace, extending musicality with somber melody yielding hefty legroom, enough to work those muscles. Holiday where you can see the Stars sets about to untangle this rather large and looming impendence. Beautifully amending itself into a lulling state of calm. Delicately blasting you into an unknown and distant inner light. The night sky opens brightly, unearthing a spirit in-tuned with the stars, ethereal and grounded – bounded by solid ground. Its sadness can make you feel happy, to cut a long story short. I left some Groove whips up a frenzy of gentle pace with a firm nod to the end of night throne, which Greta seems to capture more than most. A mood finisher of the highest degree, hypnotically dreamy, subtle and misty. A jam bound to be whistled long after the lights come on at the end of a capably emotional evening. Vibes shift into heads down stance, hypnotically skilled our man Arnaldo reaches for his South American Roots. Check this homage to the surliest and most rambunctious of deep house. Left my Heart some place warm serves up a belter of high end rhythmic bounce. Easily qualifying for the attention demanding spotters that note, having respect dealt from the rest of the folk. Pursuing no rush to make his point, left my heart glides channeling infectious recondite pulses with lastingness Beneath the surface Dub pacer Water in Spanish glides off of a sharp bend, tricky low end percussion bubbles away as the groove intensifies growing more concentrated in its enticement. Subterranean deep-seated brain funk, ingrained and slightly unrestrained – a body pumping floater. Think chain reaction admiration without trying to imitate but provide a service in upholding the strong foundations already set in stone by that pair of channel blokes.
