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01. Pan-Pot - Threesixty
02. Pan-Pot - Ape Shall Never Kill Ape
03. Pan-Pot - Dog's Dinner
04. Pan-Pot - Black Fusion
05. Pan-Pot - Charly (Feat. Hugh Betcha)
06. Pan-Pot - Apocalyptic Horseman
07. Pan-Pot - Crank
08. Pan-Pot - Hypnotized Shark
09. Pan-Pot - Moving Space
10. Pan-Pot - Faces (Feat. Vincenzo)
ARTIST
TITLE
Pan-O-Rama
FORMAT
CD

LABEL
CATALOG #
MOBILEE 003CD MOBILEE 003CD
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
10/9/2007

A little less than two and a half years after its conception and close to 30 singles, one compilation, one mix CD and one sub-label later, Berlin's Mobilee releases its first artist album. Naturally, who better to represent the milestone than Pan-Pot, who so far have delivered five essential singles to Mobilee, helping to anchor the ever-shifting sound of one of Europe's most exciting labels. Pan-Pot is the duo of Tassilo Ippenberger and Thomas Benedix, and Pan-O-Rama finds the boys stretching their sound in every possible direction: twisting, tearing, and using the shreds to drag a wide swath of techno history into the future (and, just maybe, to drag a few pieces of techno future back into the past). Call it "minimal" if you must, but this ain't no clickity-clack shit. You can hear the agonized gurgle of isolationist acid, reminiscent of Plastikman's darkest nights. You can hear the percolating urgency of classic bleep techno. Tried and true hardware collides with restless digital experimentation as dance music's DNA worms its way into twisted new shapes. Eerie vocals that seem to come from within the listener's own head creep across the stereo field, restrained minor-key melodies conjure 21st century Noir, and a relentless low-end rumble seems to suck up all the light around it. But Pan-Pot never lose their grip on the groove, again and again coming up with supple, subtly morphing beats capable of animating dancefloors. And even with a sense of dread lurking in the shadows behind every handclap, there's light at the end of the tunnel: "Faces," featuring the deep house producer Vincenzo, sparkles with distant bell tones before opening up into a luscious interlude overlaid with delicate piano chords. This is body music, head music, dark night of the soul music.