There are producers who follow trends, and then there’s Phill Prince, who crafts them with a smirk and a synthesizer.
interview & art:cast °182 | Phill Prince
Subwax Distribution Top10 selected by Baldo | May 2025
Barcelona’s groove alchemist Baldo resurfaces from the dusky corridors of the underground, bringing with him a new chart that reads less like a playlist and more like a sonic séance - etched exclusively for Torture the Artist.
Elevate’s Top10 | May 2025
Located in Berlin’s Friedrichshain district, just around the corner from the iconic Berghain/Panoramabar, Cinthie, Meat, and their team run Elevate.
exclusive | Yesca – On My Mind (Groove Mix) | Happiness Therapy
This isn’t a whisper into the crowd - it’s a shout through smoke and strobe, a bouncy heartbeat for bodies already in motion.
exclusive | Fabio Santos – Give Me Some Bassline | The Set Records
The bass doesn’t arrive. It erupts - like concrete cracking under pressure, like a pulse finally unleashed after being held too long in the chest.
exclusive | Pistaccio – Swallow | Perspective
Some tracks don’t arrive - they unfold, slowly and with intention, like sunlight creeping across a floor.
exclusive | Various Artists – Planet Boom | Hack The Planet
In a future where silence fell like dust across abandoned dancefloors, and memory was too fragile to store in words alone, humanity chose rhythm.
exclusive | Marko Nastic – Sour Pie | Silias Records
There’s something beautifully twisted about the way "Sour Pie" hits - not sweet, not bitter, but a flavor in between, like a late-night thought you can’t quite shake
exclusive | Nuts – New York City | Nuts World Tour
Five boroughs, five cuts, five love letters pressed to wax. On his debut EP “New York City”, sampling artisan and groove tactician from Nice Nuts launches his Nuts World Tour label with a fierce and affectionate deep-dive into the soul of the Big Apple.
exclusive | Electrodynamique – Winter | Maai Records
Don’t be misled by the title - “Winter” is no frostbitten retreat. Rather, it’s the glint of sunlight catching on the last patch of ice, the first breath of spring when the cold still lingers in the lungs.
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