Traditionally, artists have to funnel themselves through the bottleneck of normality that record label A & R departments represent. They act as a type of tiny orifice through which their creativity has to fit, so it can be sliced up into convenient little pieces which can be marketed. Not so, Splash One.
Scuzzy sounds spewed from the eternal black hole deep beneath the floorboards at the Splash One bunker.
From dark, delicious, fuzz-driven garage R&R assaults to pounding, punishing body music and life affirming rough disco.
Splash One productions and friends continuing the fight against the mediocre.
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