This is just what the bin says: Acid House Disco ala Chewy Rubs!
Brighton’s own wookiee of the wheels is at it again, bending time and tempo like it’s warm vinyl in the sun.
Chewy Rubs has always been the sort of operator who can fold genres into each other until they purr — disco, house, acid — all reduced to a chewy concentrate of groove and swagger.
This time he fires up the 303, leans hard on the 808, and cooks up a slab of Acid House Disco so thick you could spread it on toast. It’s got the sweat of ’89 and the polish of ’25 — a future-retro fever dream for anyone who still believes the dancefloor is holy ground.
Get your freak on:
