Busy P: "Radio plays"
Barker & Baumecker: " awesome"
The Black Dog: "Really like these, will be playing."
Alex.Do: "Heavy 'n dark."
Hrdvsion: "cool shit!"
Ben Mono: "Great tracks, totally like this music."
Arnaud Rebotini: " GREAT EP"
Maurício Lopes: "Killer remix from Kamikaze Space Programme."
Lo Shea: "Both the original and the remix are fantastic. More fire from Tessier -Ashpool. Support."
James Sison: "amazing production, always loving seeing kamikaze space programme in there too. love them both!"
Distal: "YEH KSP's remix is on point!"
Krizzli: "Very moody and deliciously dark, thanks! Will play both tracks."
Sly-One: "love the vibe. skippy ting."
Ana Sia: "WOW wow wow .. ! so down & supporting. loving the retro feel & breaks & such an amazing surprise coming from these artists."
An unexpected, but inevitable collaboration between yours truly and brother in-arms Mutual Friend, the track began its life as a nothing more than a 4 bar loop – an upbeat snare punctuating an otherwise beatless environment of foggy, gray, forlorn, distant, yet oddly musical noise. Every other bar, a jackhammer barrage of sub kicks would invade the otherwise overcast tableau with flickering darkness. We sat on this loop for a minute, knowing it was – for lack of a better term – ‘the future’ (or at least a bleak variant that we subjectively default to), but unsure of how to proceed. It wasn’t until the ripped-cone reese, and its incessant three-to-four notes of non-resolving doom, that the track, as it is today, began to emerge. The remainder pretty much wrote itself: the ‘action news’-style arp, the ersatz duduk respite, the reductionist electro beat. The finished product slyly interpolates and assimilates facets of everything we love – from Drexciyan electro to circa ‘94 jungle and hardcore; from the heyday dungeon sound to contemporary vitreous grime; from the laidback infra-grooves of midskool dub to the pneumatic urgency of 2012-2016 club music. Or maybe it’s just a particularly heavy, particularly murky little tune that we’re bigging up too much. Truth is, all of these layers to it – they’re only visible in retrospect. As we were making the tune, all we did was bang our heads and put entirely too much volume through my poor Adams. Because it felt (and still feels) like the one where we neatly summarized all that Liar, Mutual Friend, and Tessier-Ashpool are about, in just under four-and-a-half minutes. “My job is to find heat, and then make it hotter. That’s the role of the DJ.” the sample goes. This is a vital point to be made, in these days of ‘playing-to-the-crowd’ complacency. “Sidewinder”, like the AIM-9 air-to-air infrared homing missile. “Sidewinder”, like the nocturnal, venomous, desert-dwelling rattlesnake that undulates akin to a sine wave in order to ascend dunes. There’s an aural counterpart for each vertebra of the conceptual backbone. And every bit of the concept is entirely deferential to the functional structure. No bells, no whistles. No fat, no flab. Just lean muscle. A ratio of 1:1. Exactly how we like it.