I mean, what more could you ask for. One of house music’s most singular and potent producers in the shape of John Ciafone, using his skills to push a tune to its tracky limits. There really isn’t that much more to add except that this is the type of stuff that Ciafone used to make in his sleep, and in doing so he would highlight the deficiencies of the vast majority of like-minded artists. It’s almost three tracks in one: the vocal could almost stand on it’s own; then you’ve got the tracky grinding layer sitting on top of the meandering keys like a couple of sonic tectonic plates. Lovely stuff.
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