Review: John Wilcox has been slowly disseminating crusty hardware jams for some six years now, in which time he's appeared as Cyclonix on Horn Wax, and now he nips over to Tusk Wax for more robo-charged antics in the curious corner of grubby, electro tinged house music the label orbits. "Telemachus" is a dreamy opening number that keeps the spook level up to maximum and the reverb voluminous throughout. "Synth Run" has a bit more bite, but not at the expense of atmosphere. Whatever/Whatever get hold of "Telemachus" and strip it down to a sparse skeleton of a track, and then Wilcox rounds the record off with the steppy ambient excursion "Ronin Love (dub)".
Review: Groovy, beguiling and hypnotic- Tusk Wax is a label where anything can happen while still boasting coherency throughout its catalogue. If that sounds vague that's the point; elements of house, funk, jazz, acid and tech never far from the mixing desk. This, the imprint's 30th outing, is another limited press continuing in that fine form thanks to the always-solid Loz Goddard, formerly of Dirt Crew. One made for summertime sessions, intriguingly it could score late night hallucinatory forest raves or sun-drenched terrace parties. It just depends which cut you go for. 'Redrum' is a low-lying cosmic treat, repetitive female vocals ensuring dancefloor potential contrasting the lackadaisical melodies. 'BHD' takes us down an expanding disco wormhole, Ron Basejam's remix of 'Redrum' places the emphasis on live bass and sass, a perfect precursor to the contemporary funk of 'Drumble'.
Review: After appearances in the last 12 months across World Unknown, Let's Play House, Endless Flight and Futureboogie, Geordie trouble starters Last Waltz add Tusk Wax to their canon of labels with the first of two releases. The usual hand stamped, individually numbered, weighty 180g vinyl factors are present and correct yet there's still room for the concluding chapter in the sleeve. The thrusting, lusting "Glamour Things" isn't shy, pairing motorboat arpeggios with satisfyingly weighty drums, whilst the detuned "Tipping the Gulf" tumbles along with a certain lopsided glee. An accompanying Jamie Blanco remix ramps up the original's lead synths with decidedly epic cosmic results, whilst "Beholden (Part 1)" sees Last Waltz play with the work of Foals in calming, cosmic fashion.
Review: Seven months on from the label's last outing - a suitably trippy, acid-fired four-tracker from Justin Robertson's Deadstock 33's project - Tusk Wax returns to action with a fresh album from synthesizer fetishist and Giallo soundtrack specialist Antoni Maovvi. The Berlin-based Bristolian is at his atmospheric and far-sighted best, offering up a range of synthesizer and drum machine-heavy compositions that sound equally as good at home as they do in clubs. Highlights include - but are in no way limited to - the glistening, guitar-laden mid-80s bubbliness of 'Emotional Trigger', the hard-wired Italo-disco sleaziness of 'Disaster Code', the organ-laden horror-house of 'Insider', and the ever-rising starry brilliance of the album's standout moment, closing cut 'The Circle Remains Unbroken'.
Review: Pixelife is no stranger to the Tusk Wax family, having appeared on the Horn Wax label some five years ago, alongside intermittent releases on Throne Of Blood and more recently Samo Records. Now Pixelife is back with a gutsy release in the Tusk Wax style that matches warm, analogue power with bombast and drama in abundance, not least on EP opener "Radial Velocity." "Digital Silhouette" is equally epic in its construction, but sports a leaner club focus in between the surges of full-bodied synth swells. LA-4A is in a vicious mood on his remix of "Radial Velocity," uses some snarling low end acid tones to devastating effect, and then "Virtual Light Institute" finishes the EP off with a swooning, emotive cut that capitalises on Pixelife's bright and bold sound.
Review: The ever strong Tusk Wax empire continues apace with this assured slice of cosmic tinkering from the somewhat mysterious Pork & Tony, supposedly featuring Private Agenda. Who's responsible hardly matters - the jams are what counts, and they're impeccable slices of disco-informed boogie crafted with woozy nights and red lights in mind. "Rhythm Ride" is a seductive trip peppered with (presumably Agenda's) vocals, and "Luke's Summer" gets gently melancholic while thumping out a rugged machine beat. Jay Shepheard comes on board to remix "Luke's Summer" and does so in a measured, patiently paced manner. Coyote's take on "Rhythm Ride" dubs the whole thing out magnificently, pushing the track even further out of the stratosphere thanks to shimmering dub processing and a nagging acid line.
Review: limited 12" 180g records, single press, individually numbered, no repress, no digital with reDICKulous artwork hand 'crafted' by the man behind the label.
Tusk says, "The title track from TW15 was conceived after a particular heavy Tusk Wax label party at Renate in Berlin. I went back to my old pal PORK INTL's place for a bit of drunk studio time and told him all about the living legend that is Gizzy the Fox. A couple of bottles of wine later and I was telling the story to a microphone and we were writing an oddity of a track. If you have had the pleasure to meet Gizzy and spend time in Renate you might understand the lyrics, if not, they'll probably just sound like the rantings of a drunk man, funny that."
Review: The Tusk Wax crew welcome Ruf Dug and Marcel Vogel to the fold for a right royal hoedown of seedy late night house music machinations. "You Are The One" rides on a bloated bassline and ethereal pads while a guttural vocal chants out the title, making all your sleazy dancefloor dreams come true. "Young Narcos" is a much lighter affair, lacing smooth 80s island boogie into a contemporary setting for an exercise in loose limbed liquid funk. Mugwump & DC Salas come correct on the remix tip, beefing "You Are The One" up into a snarling, acidic romper, and there's also a "Voxapella" of the track slipped on the end of the record for creative mixing delights.
Review: Disco doesn't get any deeper than this: Tim Waine makes his debut on the mighty Tusk with "No Hats", a purring, sludgy stomper that ripples and flutters with the majesty of a Prins Thomas joint. Slowly morphing with a mischievous sense of psychedelia, it's a stone-cold beauty. Need to dive deeper? Jump straight onto the self-explanatory Seahawks' remix. For those who love to plunder even deeper into the dubby depths, then "The Sun Came Out Last Night" and "Maybe You're Awake" are tailor made for you...Spacious beats, distant guitar trembles and lapping analogue textures, they're the ultimate audio floatation tank.