Bulgarian beat-slinger and sonic saboteur Groovemasta has come screaming back from the sweat-slick shadows of the underground, dragging behind him a radioactive slab of pure summer mayhem. This is a tactical audio warhead operating as a dancefloor weapon, calibrated to vaporize inhibitions and melt the soles right off your shoes.

Think mid-80s synth voodoo pumped full of amphetamines, a kick drum that hits like a jackhammer to the ribs, and a mix so tight it could punch holes in reality itself. It’s a glistening, dangerous thing — wrapped in neon, humming with electricity — and it’s coming for the sunburned, glassy-eyed masses whether they’re ready or not.

Links:

Groovemasta
SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/groovemasta

Instagram: instagram.com/groovemastaa

Spa in Disco / Spa Club

SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/spa-in-disco

Instagram: instagram.com/spaindisco

Discoholics Anonymous doesn’t ask for cookies. It slips them into your pocket while you’re not looking, the way clubs used to slip flyers into your coat lining at 4:37 in the morning. Some of them are harmless — the house keys. They keep the lights on, remember who you are, stop the whole thing collapsing when you hit refresh. Without them the site is just a room with no door. The others are curious little spies. They want to know which mixes you stayed for, which ones you ghosted, whether you