Miles Davis, Weather Report, Stanley Clarke, George Duke, Charles Mingus, Pat Metheny, Marcus Miller,Wayne Shorter, Freddie Hubbard, The Blackbyrds, The Manhattan Transfer
First surfacing in 2001 as the first and last release from the BubbleTease label, the enigmatic Syclops began making waves with the track "Fairlight Sunrise" which would appear on compilations over the span of the next four years. A low-slung boogie jam buoyed by a bubbling analog synthbass, its electronic drones and random clavinet runs set it well apart from the emerging disco revivalist pack.
After that initial 12" (called "The Abdoer"), Syclops would disappear until 2005 when TIRK, an extension of the Nuphonic label would release the "Mom, The Video Broke" b/w "The E Ticket" 12". With the arrival of the first TIRK single, it was clear that the Syclops sound had evolved by leaps and bounds from it's more straightforward dancefloor beginnings. A pair of six minute stormers, the "Mom, The Video Broke" 12" embraced everything from the bombastic bounce of Rick Rubin productions and the motorik-riddims of Can to the analog squelch of Adonis and the deep soul of Larry Levan's edits.
By the time TIRK dropped "The Fly" b/w "Nelson's Back" earlier this year, DJs were already championing Syclops on dancefloors across the globe. Pushing both the artful, abstract analog noise and the unstoppable live drum beats even further into the red, "The Fly" and "Nelson's Back" sounded like no other dance tunes of the year and have left a trail of riddled fans salivating in anticipation of the next Syclops salvo, "Where's Jason's K" on DFA
Stephen Christian
Hello Syclops, The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me.
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