Some records don’t just ask you to dance – they flirt, they tease, they whisper something wicked in your ear before pulling you onto the floor. Kepler’s “Recall” is one of them. A four-track epistle to the kinetic joy of groove, the release marks another jewel in the ever-glimmering crown of Burnski’s Constant Sound, which continues its unbroken streak of quality like a needle tracing a perfect orbit on wax.
The title track “Recall” opens the record like the first crack of light under the door of a warehouse still stretching its limbs. Deep yet delightfully buoyant, it’s driven by a pulse that’s equal parts shuffling garage swing and subtle emotional undercurrent. R&B-laced vocal samples shimmer like lip gloss on the edge of a half-spoken promise, while chord stabs flutter in, giving just enough light to guide you forward.
Then comes “Flavour” – and it’s spicy. Think old-school stabs tossed into the mix like a splash of cold water to the face, paired with a bassline so filthy it should be handed a towel. It doesn’t shout; it smirks. It’s the kind of track that knows its hips are moving the room, even as it plays it cool in the corner. Rough around the edges in all the right ways, this one’s for dancers who trust their knees.
“Loft Groove” drops next and does exactly what the name suggests: conjures that golden hour at a rooftop afters, where strangers become silhouettes and percussion sounds like the patter of stories told between beats. There’s an unforced looseness here, a swagger in the low-end, and a warmth in the rhythms that feels like a wink to the golden age of UK Garage – not nostalgic, just lived-in.
Closing with “Don’t Stop,” Kepler dips into deeper waters. Dubby chords echo like memories in reverb, while the beat maintains a clean, propulsive line straight to the core of the floor. It’s a track that leans in close without losing momentum – slick, sly, and sophisticated. The kind of closer that doesn’t lower the energy, but refines it, distills it, gives it a final, satisfying sip.
“Recall” isn’t a record that fights for attention – it earns it, track by track, groove by groove. It’s cheeky, classy, and built with the kind of tactile sense of movement that only producers like Kepler can consistently conjure. Whether tucked into a peak-time set or whispering through an afterparty haze, this EP doesn’t just work — it works the room.
Words by Holger Breuer
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