
An independent label for forward-looking club, ambient, and everything that glows in between. Pressed with love, mixed for midnight.
A two-hour show mining the catalogue and the crates.
Short-run vinyl, cut and sleeved by hand.
Once for the club, once for the couch.
Residencies in three cities and counting.
Twelve inches and twelve bits, mastered for the floor and the headphones.



Everything we cut, and everything we will not.
Half-speed lacquers in London, then plated and pressed in the Czech Republic.
180 gram black vinyl as standard. Colour variants only when the artist asks for one.
Between 300 and 1,000 copies. We would rather sell out than pulp a warehouse.
Separate masters for vinyl and digital. The loud one is not the good one.
Uncoated board, vegetable inks, and no shrink wrap on anything we make.
Fifty-fifty after costs, paid quarterly, with the spreadsheet attached.




Every release is a record we would drop ourselves at 2am. If it does not move the floor, it does not get a catalogue number.

Artists keep the lion’s share and the masters. We are here to press it, push it, and get out of the way.

“The only label whose whole catalogue I buy on sight.”
Roughly nine months, and we tell you at every stage where it actually is.
Two tracks and no biography. We listen to everything that lands, in the order it arrives.
If it moves us, you get studio time and a month with no deadline attached to it.
Mastered for vinyl, test pressings to you, and nothing proceeds until you sign off.
Six weeks of press, one launch night, and the catalogue keeps it in print.
Always. Send a private link, not an attachment, and give us two weeks.
Most releases, in short coloured runs, plus lossless digital.
We do. Join the list for dates and guest slots.
Worldwide, from the plant nearest you.