Local Suicide are a Berlin love story. Having met across a set of turntables, DJs, producers and dancefloor all-rounders Brax Moody and Vamparela have connected as a German and Greek soundclash since 2007, and 'We Can Go Everywhere' rubberstamps their partnership on what is their debut EP.
The onetime members of the short-lived 'Local Suzie' band project have gone on to dominate Berlin's live spots, a grounding that has since seen them filling their passports from New York to Tunesia, Tel Aviv, Istanbul and Barcelona as well becoming event organisers and attractions both home and abroad wherever there's a set of decks. Multi-taskers coming with divergent interests in hip-hop, electroclash and most things in between, and with an intimate knowledge of their respective regional movements AND the pair also running a respected music blog, Local Suicide are not usually found without their hands to the pump.
'We Can Go Everywhere', chanting into a Balearic underworld , is in the classic mode of synth-pop, disco-house and indie dance brought back from the future and into a past discotheque philosophy. Just when you think it's about to bust out a set of 80s sized shoulder pads, and those synth injections scream out from a bygone era of bigger being better (admittedly the same can be said for the drop-down bass), the pair roll out the beats with a caution turning the vibe into something best served come witching hour. Sprinkling the glitz and glamour with grit and candour and a touch of Gallic groove sensibility, paves the way for three remixes to follow suit. The future-retro scale is further determined when you have the expertise of In Flagranti to truly quantize the boogie, looping the chorus just behind a mix of digital distress signals and road trip guitars until it becomes something near an incantation of Bananarama. Alex Gloor and Sasha Crnobrnja complete two halves of basement seriousness and a hop down a yellow brick road, giving off sharp catwalk glances before breaking out the worm in the name of Factory funk.
Inigo Vontier trains tracky, fractal-examining synths for a deep tech-disco hustle. Powered by low slung electrohouse blips that cram and gang up on the dancefloor so that it needs water cannon fire to disperse it, the Mexican simultaneously makes the original sound intensely alone and on the run, the vocal daring not speak its name until it rushes from the ground on the breakdown with a sense of release. The flashes of those kitsch-tipped synths again keep reminding you of the package's Euro destination.
Tom Tom Disco's Richard Rossa is another bringing sounds back and forward, putting spit and shine on mainframe sequences so a vintage glitterball can spin once more. With the ubiquitous synth shunts and bongo percussion not losing sight of the fact that there's a still pop-ish party going on, the Scandinavian revels in the dust and debris that his machinery comes coloured in, coming up with a snippy slice of incessant analogue disco ensuring Local Suicide's original revels in its retro roots to the last.
