Released on 15/01/2001
Label: Pamplemousse

This French dubby 12" more than passes the electric citric fruit acid test by serving up two halves of the trippiest, sexiest house whole.

'Fireballs' opens with brooding retrograde chords that are soon ignited with a soaring hypnotic string loop which is enough to scorch your knicker elastic if you let it. It's repetitive in that twirling hypnotherapeutic kind of way, yet finishes in such a way that you'd think they were interrupted.

Over on the flip, the forces of darkness do battle and bang it out like Thor's hammer in 'Technotool'. Cool and credible.

    by DJ Paulette