ANTHONY NAPLES レコード& CD

Review: Proibito and Incienso label boss Anthony Naples inaugurates (presumably) his new imprint ANS, with yet more typically raw and rusty house jams for the basement. The tough jacking groove of A side cut "OTT" is powered away by its reduced rhythmic bounce - cracking spitfire rhythms accompanied by euphoric, hands in the air stabs and emotive chords. On the flip, the old school, UK IDM vibe of "ZTL" offers up something much different than what we're used to from the Florida born producer with this early Aphex Twin sounding epic. Following up a great year in 2017 with releases on Japanese imprints P-Vine and City-2 St. Giga, Naples delivers the goods once again.

Review: Once impressively prolific, Anthony Naples has calmed down a little in recent years. Us Mix is his first missive of 2017, and follows on from a year in which he released just two singles, one of which was a two-track salvo of loved-up rollers on The Trilogy Tapes. There's a similarly dreamy, mood-enhancing feel about much of this EP, particularly hazy opener "Sky Flowers". While it does contain some fizzing electronic motifs, these largely play second fiddle to the kind of colourful riffs that recall the halcyon days of Italian dream house. Elsewhere, "Sahara" is an analogue deep house shuffler with tweaked New Jersey organs, "At Ease" is a tactile Balearic house bubbler, and "Us Mix" is a locked-in, string drenched bumper.

Review: By his usually prolific standards, 2015 has been a relatively quiet year for Anthony Naples. Smacks marks the Brookyln-based producer's first vinyl outing since the release of the quietly impressive Body Pill full-length in February. Interestingly, it's a more beautiful, melody-driven affair than some of his robust dancefloor workouts. Of course, there's still plenty of club-friendly thrills to enjoy, from the hazy, bleep melodies, ethereal chords and kick-driven grooves of "Dopes To Infinity (4DM)", to the low-slung, shuffling deep house goodness of "Zitronen". Even so, it's the pleasantness and considered nature of most of the compositions that stands out, with the Detroit influenced, broken techno-meets-deep house flex of "Bonobo" proving a clear highlight.

Review: Releases thus far on the Proibito label operated by young Anthony Naples have lived up to the Brooklyn-based producer's intentions to use it as a platform to "promote and document the more experimental side of music coming out of New York City, the US and beyond." Huerco S donned the Royal Crown Of Sweden costume for material slightly more club grubby than his excellent LP whilst an EP from Local Artist highlighted how impressive the Vancouver crew Mood Hut are becoming. Naples himself lines up on the third Proibito release - allegedly named in honour of Naples favourite restaurant in his hometown Florida) and the experimental outlook remains very much in place. The grizzled, lo-fi thrum of Naples is very much evident on both "POT 1" and "POT 2" but as they surge past the ten minute mark the productions end in an entirely different headspace to how they began. The second track ends on a particularly psychedelic note and demonstrates Naples is clearly progressing as a producer.

Review: **Repress** Young Anthony Naples is given the prestigious honour of the first 12" from a new label set up by the champs at Rubadub. The Glaswegian record shop and distribution network claim it's going to be an irregular affair, but if all the releases are going to be this good there'll be some clamour for a more consistent release schedule that's for sure. Arriving shortly after that killer release for The Trilogy Tapes, the RAD AN1 12" demonstrates once again how easy Naples seems to find crafting diverse approaches to the house music template. "Ill Still" will suck many people in, a gloriously upbeat combination of shimmering, warbled chords cemented by a walloping kickdrum, whilst "Faceless" is all about the sick little edits Naples employs to break up the blissful pianos and relentless drums. The flip is given to "I Don't See Them" a churning, dubby 8 minute excursion through dark, Detroit leaning house that lends some notable menace to balance out the blissful nature of what precedes it.