next up on dabj, hissman aka fabio monesi is an artist we have been massive fans of since we started playing nobodys talking which featured on our 2014 dabj bbc radio 1 essential mix a few years back. through his labels hardmoon and wilson records, he has brought some of the freshest jams to our ears in quite some time. for his first outing on dabj, shit gets real. masterfully crafted mechanized, rough, tough techno belters in that inimitable hissmanstyle... dont sleep on this.

brand new biz miz on dabj....recommended! hand stamped emerald green vinyl with inlay card 300 copies only

gargantuan chi-house bangers from rubadub shop manager dan monox, kenny wasp and big miz. essential

dabj have taken flight with their first drop. and it s another fine selection of sonic warheads from advanced helicopter commander fear-e.

marquis hawkes returns to where it all began! 4 club ready bangin body jerkers. limited hand stamped vinyl with inlays

a special treat for all acid house lovers - three dixon avenue basement jams bundled up for the price of one! contains releases dabj-1203, dabj-1221 & dabj-1225.

dixon avenue basement jams feel extremely honoured and stupidly excited to finally be able to announce this! after his first three eps on the label, the much talked about debut album from glasgows big miz is ready to drop on dixon avenue basement jams! from start to finish build/destroy really showcases his effortless feel for the weird funk. from the tweaked out organ solos on hammond groove and the live bass jam of straight thru cru to the straight up brain rattler of gear tension. this is big miz at his undiluted best and cements the fact that he is one of the uks most exciting raw talents. 2018 move aside, the big man has already owned ya.

next up for dixon avenue basement jams they celebrate 5 years of bangin the drums by welcoming i love acid s posthuman to the fold! in preach and temptation we have two deep, dance floor bombs with a darker acid vibe featuring the sensual vocal talents of josh caffe. exit drums on the other hand is straight up 8amwarehouse burner. big!

dj haus (the hardest working man in show business!) teams up with mak & pasteman for our landmark quarter century release!!! how the hell did that happen? we only expected to manage about 4 releases tops? we are really proud to welcome these guys to the ever expanding dabj family, and they have not let us down with this first release... the title track and -bang it- are room shaking heavy bass numbers, which we have been rinsing for almost a year now... drive mf sounds like paul johnson and daniel bell -stuck in an elevator- (or some other bullshit analogy like that...). all 3 tracks = essential. period. -buy on sight- etc etc... carefully hand stamped by the two slackest men in show business (or at least one of them anyway...)

new year - new artist keeping it freaky and strictly sponky! irelands kalla makes his dabj debut with four killers that we have been sitting on for a criminally long time (sorry mate!). we are extremely happy to finally get these out on wax so everyone else can enjoy popping their woofers and tweeters as much as we have over the past 6 months! limited to 300 copies, hand stamped labels with love from glasgow. props to lindsay todd from firecracker for the sweet stamp designs!

the final dabj release of the year marks the debut from local enigma and roflcopter pilot fear-e. four bombs to ruin everyones xmas. pick a winner if you can....

the extraordinary prolongation of sound jerked polly’s pretty head away from her work at the calibration machine. today’s jobs had seen her at her thorough and meticulous best but as afternoon melted easily into evening, these latest reverberations meant she’d no longer be able to focus to the level required. her boss had just dropped the bomb. as her ear drums filtered the noise, the technician’s bright mind was flooded with delight, her eyes no longer felt dry and tight with concentration, she was caught riding the crest of a massive wave of admiration. sitting her specs on the desk and pushing herself off the comfortable heat of her work stool, miss filla let the soundwaves pull her to her feet and carry her off to the main source of the captivating music. in honour of dixon avenue basement jams spending four years at the forefront of the global electronic music scene a new release was planned to shake the foundation to the very core. techno wizard big miz had been charged with delivering the goods and by the gods, the glaswegian had cracked it! he’d created, not just new tunes, but a whole new fucking genre. polly could feel the vibrations pulsating through every part of her curvaceous body as she sashayed along to the seductive beat.

repress / remaster ...dixon avenue basement jams returns with a late-summer bomb tried & tested in the field with exemplary results.

o.d.d., modini and casio royale team up to wreck clubs across the galaxy!

scoobs and the big doof were bored. scoobs remembered the acid bar in his pocket, halved it with his pal and the pair melted back into the sofa...

dabj favourites denis sulta & ct trax make a welcome return alongside mysterious new boy fear-e! denis sulta lives in a bedouin temple in a far off eastern land where he lounges in his imperial bed chamber surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. these scantily-clad, exotic felines soothe his body and mind with an array of mystical massages as he lies on his luxurious ruby red, egyptian cotton sheets. he only drinks the finest buckfast wine and dines on delicious delicacies from far flung corners of the globe. so, thank the lord he was willing to give this up, jump down to the basement and lay down time 4 prayer, another fucked up dirty funk sulta classic. denis tags in fear-e for his dabj debut. candis quadra is a sexy wee off the shoulder number that’ll have you goggle eyed and panting for more. on the flip, ct trax completes the mouth-watering line up to smash home two winners and lift the trophy for the all stars.

deep in the bowels of the dixon avenue basement lived a man so outrageously overweight we used him for a sofa. king chubby, a suite chap but a bit cheeky. said the only reason he was humpty dumpty was cause every time he rode yer maw she made him a sandwich. he tried dieting but nothing worked. we took drastic action and wired woofers direct to his lardy lugs with in basements vol 2 blasting in on repeat. thanks to the squelchy genius of tunes like luna, save it and sneaking out our big boned bro boogalooed himself skinny. he bopped till the weight dropped. king chubbys pumpalicious now and you can be to if you sign up to casio royales latest dabj dance diet plan.

januarys about as much fun as a brick through your living room window. unless you come from a land down under this month has all the charm of an ingrown toenail. after big bad decembers member pumps you dry youve got hee haw to look forward to until spring. well, cheer up you lucky spuds, those kind souls at dabj have a sweet 2016 treat for ya. four ballers on a debut smash that’ll hit you like a freighter from the perpetrator, the crown wearing calculator – casio royale.

for it’s 16th (!!!) release, dixon avenue basement jams continues to bolster it’s local infantry with fresh, new blood, this time with the addition of a young but well-seasoned individual hailing from the hinterland of greater glasgow and going by the name of big miz. if you happen to live within an 8 mile radius of a blue lagoon, the chances are you will have already been acquainted with the bold miz, most likely through the longstanding and legendary clubnight/crew he’s a resident & founding member of: offbeat. the length & breadth of offbeat’s tastes also reflects his flexibility as a producer. tracks presented here, such as “good thing” strike a fine balance between good ol’ motor city funk and chi-town oddities such as vincent floyd’s more obscure cuts on d.m, while the velocity increasing “solange” comes like the result of a three-day theo studio session fuelled by bad speed. his talent for catering to the dance has clearly paid dividends when it comes to his productions, with the nuance and instinctive touch he presents us with on his debut dabj 12” clearly marking him from the start line as an already formidable & stand-out force in the heady and increasingly cramped world of house & techno.

modini is back! they come correct with their follow up to their dabj debut turk from last year, this one is an even deeper bass laden, warehouse affair that won t hang around long either. so do not sleep! strictly limited with another cool inlay designed by dan axon. see if you can guess what this one represents.

glesga toons very own cream mac-wearing whirling dervish returns to the dabj fold for his sophomore side. after the massively in demand *sulta selects vol. 1*, oor denis is back with his inimitable brand of hig-end rollers.

marquis hawkes with the 10th vinyl on dixon avenue basement jams... presented on the blackest doberman-black wax .. repress

2015 black repress !!
this will follow closely to the huge vernon - >how to travel the universe....<. its gonna be another big one!

ltd black vinyl repress
slamming acidic stuff

not since edward iii rolled out his cannons on the french battlefield during the 100 years war have we seen such shock & awe response to fresh, terrifying and complete weaponry. many of you will already know the name of tx connect from his previous sides on dabj, not to mention cuts on l.i.e.s (w/ willie burns), bad mums and adelaide soundworks. the three tracks present here for his first bonafide dabj solo outing are no-nonsense jack trax strictly for the vagabonds, rogues, sages and full-on midnight wizards. if you were to drop this fizzing slice of wax into a two-litre bottle of coke, it would level your whole fucking town.

the dixon avenue basements jams star ascends to the heavens and beyond with a cold crushin killer from modini. these are bonafide summer jams, just in time for the lick of heat we re having and perfect for slamming on whilst you scrape the melted tarmac off the road with a twig and guzzle bombastically coloured fizzy drinks. or alternatively, if you happen to be a fully grown-ass person, a 3-day roof party might do the do. the cut of modini s jib takes the shape of fully fledged funk cloak woven from the silk of the brazilian wandering spider, and adorned with jewels purchased on the black market from what is believed to have been a cache belonging to black caesar, most likely from his days of pillaging the florida keys circa 1718ad. bleepy house jams and halloween synth flurries belting out the mix, slabs of knee-grazing boogie and bulldozing dance floor drama - modini: hear thy name and know the essence of rhythmic grooooove. with this release dabj presents the first in a series of limited edition monotone prints (pictured below) from dan axon - simple ink on paper describing the energy of dabj, it s origins, people, music, direction and future.)

limited 2014 repress in dj friendly black vinyl, real rocking raw shit, with chicago & detroit flavours... tipp !

straight outta glasgow comes a fresh new label with a mindset aimed squarely at the dance floor! the first release comes from detroits acid house maestro jared wilson. three trax of raw analogue emotion, kicking off with the a-side track why trust, an epic and futuristic acid builder, cut loud for maximum effect, it gets more insane as the track progresses. on the flip we have the title track unknown desires delving into deeper, aquatic territories, followed by challenging shadows a gorgeous synth laden track reminiscent of classic mr fingers work. a great first release from a label that is guaranteed to be buy on sight. essential...

vernon returns for his third 12 incjh for dixon avenue basement jams with new beats, four thumping body tracks strictly for dem wot know. starting off with some slow-paced jailhouse house, *dark river* has been doing the rounds at barlinnie prison s weekly friday night shankfest, and is now finally available for the rest of us law-abiding citizens. comes on wintery transparent blue vinyl with a yellow centre stamp!

the man from marseille vernon dropping his second e.p for dabj here, building on the groove of his debut >chicken dance< but adding an extended palette of sound and taking things in a slightly tougher direction. >how to travel the universe (without a flying saucer)< kicks of with >ignition<, an eerie ghost train cut ripe for an lsd-fuelled danse macabre through the town after the witching hour. >one night in tanzania< rolls out into a rugged, clave-led jacker: a perfect mix between the deep and the tough that vernon can deftly muster, seemingly with ease. flip the white wax for a run of jagged, acidic noise on >how to build a pyramid<, a perfect soundtrack to getting >the acid life< tattooed on yer forehead tebori-style by a crippled ex-yakusa in a back-alley whorehouse...

another day, another motherfuckin dab-j! well, their release roster might not be that prolific, but well not let reason interfere with rhyme. and you guessed it: its another shadowy figure lifted from obscurity like a golden pearl plucked from the deepest depths of the ocean. could it be the work of an infamous producer, or the product of a hobo wizard whos borrowed a few machines from a home-owning friend? only thedabj illuminati know this. and the fact that they also have a sense of humor means that we can keep getting away with writing these increasingly ridiculous press releases. it also gives us reason to assume that the entire dabj back catalogue is the work of an 85 year old woman. o.d.d: ol dirty debra working that danceflo heat. but more than likely its not on a geriatric junt tip.

vol.4 with more real raw rocking shit.... from the street for the club... hot wax

the e.p kicks off with she can dance, a slow burning acid number that has elements of deep, grooving house from the detroit school. in fact, the second cut low control bares the influence of detroit too, with its murky, dubbed-out chords ala luke hess moving into a punchy bassline with minimal but functional drum patterns. proceedings get a bit more bouncy on the smoking hat, a quirky acid romp on the less daft side of ceephax, and the perfect soundtrack to accompany a feature-length documentary about.... a smoking hat. finishing up the e.p is fudge fingas remix of low control, the only man qualified to make an already deep as fuck track even deeper. theres been some on-point criticisms about a lot recent deep stuff getting lost in noodly jazz territory, but we are in no danger of that nonsense with fudge fingas at the controls: accomplished a musician he may be, hes never been one to lose the way, and this mix proves his deft and subtle remix talents. dabj done done it again, and hopefully this is the first in a long line of productions from vernon.