Prostitune ‎– Volume Four - Justfixit EP

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Just Another Beat ‎– JAB 04
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Vinyl, 12", EP, 45 RPM
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  • Matrix / Runout (Run-in Side A): Just Another Beat 2011... we are the tomorrow people This is Just Another Beat from Just Another Beat Volume Four: Prostitune Here: Justfixit There: NJ Turnpike W&P by Prostitune justanotherbeat@me.com
  • Matrix / Runout (Run-out Side A): JAB 04 A LoopO/D&M
  • Matrix / Runout (Run-out Side B): JAB 04 B LoopO/D&M

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Mark_Anthony

Mark_Anthony

February 28, 2011
edited over 7 years ago

Just Another Bomb should be the name of this label. Restraint and quality control define this relatively nameless crew. These guys arent nameless because it sells or because its the cool thing to do in 2010, they are nameless because its all about the beats. Four releases in three years and all of them are in my opinion essential pickups if you are a fan of dub-tinged, timeless deep house. No remixes for or by these artists because no remixes are required when a track is done right the first time.

The way I see it, this record exudes sounds from the true underground. In my imagination the songs take place in an older wooden floored room. The lights are dim enough that shennanigans can go on in the corners without too much notice. I envision 4 sets speakers and bass bins symmetrically placed all 4 corners. The venue owner cares more about building a proper dj booth and having a well tuned sound system than he cares about image, or promotions, or velvet couches and bottle service. Half of the time, the venue loses money on the parties, but despite this, the parties continue to go on because of the love for the music. The bathroom stalls in this place would tell stories if they could talk. The entrance to the venue depicted in this record is hard to find, a bit out of the way. After a long subway ride, a taxi cab drops you within a few blocks of the location and you begin searching. You initially walk past the entrance but see a pink haired girl with furry knee high boots and a pierced face standing outside of the door smoking a cigarette. Something about her makes you think that she knows where this party is. As you and your mates approach to ask her if this is the right place, you catch a whiff of some bass rumblings and you know you've arrived. The night is on, this record is cruising, and nothing can stop you from rocking it out until the sun comes up.