Previously unreleased house from southside Chicago, 1989.

Text-book BH GBH. A charged, densely rhythmic, super-ominous re-deployment of classic 80s sci-fi noir, shot through with spaced-out effects. Ekman in his best Robert Armanis on the flip.

Bracing portions of the screaming abdabs dressed as naked, hooligan machine-funk — fizzing, stomping, juddering and going mental in the furnace of high noon like whizzed-up children of the hydra’s teeth.

Tough UK digi. Shaka-business from the Waan You veteran, who came through with Light Of Saba in the seventies, and sparred in Ijahman Levi’s breakthrough. Aka Kick The Hobbit because of a typo on the original label.

Billie Jean UK-dubwise. A police-shoot-out scenario, with gunshots, sirens and a daft vocal interjection — Book im, Danno — plus burning horns. Original copies.

A new work for cello, hammer dulcimer, tape and moog; and astral remixes of two tracks from last year’s Raise LP. Intriguing dialogues between new music and techno, well worth a butcher’s.

The Bristolian bad boy, ex of Skudge and R-Zone, touting a blazing cocktail of acid mayhem and Wormhole-era Ed Rush. Other bad influences, by turn: Bunker and mid-90s Metalheadz; the tension and darkness of Torque; the Vangelis whoosh.

Afro-space-disco murder — shuffling and wiggling, synthy and bubbling — from this re-incarnation of Willy Nfor’s Mighty Flames, recruited mostly from the wave of Cameroonian musicians drawn to Nigeria in the late-1970s by its heavy new funk sound. It’s a long way from Ohio, but the Troutmans are in the mix.

Such a killer. Two dubs on top.

Uku Kuut and his mum, on boogie patrol.

His second EP for this excellent Finnish label.
‘Four tracks of arctic tropicalia constructed during last summer’s heatwave. Badly behaving analogue synths and echos were layered with noisy field recordings and improvised percussion instruments. Some dub was also thrown in. When temperatures finally started dropping, files were sent to Scape Mastering.’

A heavyweight, Upsetters-flavoured, rockers re-lick of the Duke Reid classic; with the Soul Syndicate tripping out on Java, on the flip.

Pure worries from the Harnessed The Storm album, plus three tracks missing from the vinyl version, including the deadly Aquatic Cataclysm.