NO SABES Novedades

ON MANZANITA RED COLOUR VINYL A heavyweight slice of Caribbean DUB! Between 2021-2023 Ruido reworked original Discos Fuentes masters with vintage gear, transforming Colombian tropical classics from the 60's into raw, energy-dubbed, remixed, and reimagined for today. An essential 45RPM for dub heads and tropical groove lovers worldwide.

Animaleja (Medellín, Colombia) and No Sabes (Nashville, Tennessee) unveil Nostalgia De Mar Remixed a special edition that brings together eight artists from across the globe. From the tropicanibalismo of Meridian Brothers in Bogotá and the experimental guaracha of DJ Malicia in Medellín, to the digital cumbia of Ruido Selecto weaving Latin roots with bass music, the album traces a sonic journey across continents. In Japan, Nickelman and Boogie Mason reimagine tropical sounds through lofi beats and hip hop, while in Amsterdam Apichat Pakwan fuses Asian tropical bass with contemporary electronica. Back in the tropics, Palka (Chiriki Records, Panama) offers a downtempo universe, and on the Mexico–Los Angeles border, 714 channels the power of the Latin club scene. Nostalgia De Mar Remixed is a global dialogue of rhythms, voices, and territories, where tropical roots find new forms beyond borders.

Farnak. The inspirational nihilist and perpetual droog is the sound of bedroom rock experimentations and insightful lyricism in this 7" single. Lend your ears a listen and give yourself a break.

Japanese producer Boogie Mason pays homage to the LA Beat Scene with slooped samples, swung grooves, and MPC cuts that will make head-nodders out of rhythm skeptics. These 10 instrumental tracks weave a tale of reverence for the no rules, unquantized ethos that took Los Angeles beatmakers by storm in the early 2010s. Geared toward the inquisitive listener, Bonsai is the perfect companion to a smoked-out sunrise or a solo walk through Tokyo’s back alleyways.

Ray Gun rides again with two entropic bursts of pandemic era fury. Hailing from a two hour madcap session, immortalized on seven inch, this is mean music for nice people. The final recordings... for now. See you on the astral plane.

Leaving the putrid confines of Pigfuck, TN's dankest basements, full time rock and roll heroes emerge. Prepare for battery acid guitar solos, Johnny Paycheck death screams, blackened humor, and a little old fashioned fuckin’ in the USA--all clocked in for a full 9-5. You don’t christen yourself FILTH lightly—forget the classics, forget poetry, forget respect. Don’t come here looking for an honest job. Take your punk and shove it and let the scene heads fracture. Welcome to Full Time Filth.