FUNG DAY by TOLOUSE LOW TRAX
SKU | 136295 |
Artist | TOLOUSE LOW TRAX |
Title | FUNG DAY |
Label | TAL |
Catalog # | TAL 035LP |
Tag | |
Release | W 48 - 2024 |
Format | Vinyl - EULP |
EAN Barcode | 0880918268330 |
Import | |
€ 29,99 | incl. VAT, excl. shipping |
Tracks
- lost at rue rue lemon
- traction avant
- a girl vanished
- no pick up version
- fung day
- well build communities on crusoe islands
- late pick up
- copy machine
- guide to move
Description
For retail customers of the Rush Hour shop - this item is on stock this Friday! Those who preordered, do not have to do so again - we will contact you when we have received copies!
6th studio album by Detlef Weinrich aka Tolouse Low Trax (formerly member of Kreidler) - Edition of 500 copies, comes with printed inner sleeve and download code
Highly regarded as a former resident at Salon Des Amateurs at his native Düsseldorf, Tolouse Low Trax/Detlef Weinrich has carved one of the most distinctive sounds in contemporary leftfield club music thanks to his deeply unusual grooves and hypnotic arrangements over the past 15 years as a solo artist.
Fung Day is his first album with entirely new material since Leave me alone which was released through Bureau B in 2022. Fung Day was written and recorded over the course of two years, slowly mutating and progressing from one state to another. Mixed, produced and finally mastered in Paris, his new domicile by choice.
A few words by Yvan Smagghe about Fung Day:
„He pretended he was in exile from Germany but he was a French lover like all of us; his MPC Sampler was smoking hot, an Enigma machine, an ashtray full of ghosts. I had left Paris for the same reasons he came. I could strangely relate. We’d met before he left Düsseldorf, and I knew of him through his oeuvre, his art over words (they were few) and piercing blue eyes.
He was now texting me on a night train from Warsaw going East, as in a Greene novel, asking me to go over his file. He sent me a spontaneous, fun, brave and bold record which is his new album - one that curiously smelled of mechanical grease - machinery of the soul, broken transport rhythms, samples like memories, noise at peace. Referenced yet uncoded. I don’t believe in ulterior motives and complex explanations. Not here at least. On the other hand, I do believe that works can be exposure - especially with the silent type or mistaken identities - and I knew about these too.“ - London, 2024