If you’re in the U.S., a really long weekend looms ahead. I’m not sure of the origins of labor day, other than it probably has something to do with Upton Sinclair, and I’m on that number glass of wine that turns wikipedia from an amusing time-waster to a daunting prospect, and so, frankly, I’m not looking the f-ing holiday up.  That said, it seems pretty universal that dancin’ and romancin’ match with the weekend,  that platonic ideal of not wanting to work, prefering instead to bang on the cowbell all day and all of the night. It is then, and only then, that there’s  one set of hairy-bellied beer-smellin’ superdudes who can swoop in (to your unlocked abode) and rescue you from a cowbell emergency: the guys of the DFA.  The abroad-imprint of Death From Above (literally, Death From Abroad) recently released a compilation of the awesome-and-unknown (probably because there’s been no Allien/Mayer fist-bump) Berlin-based Supersoul Recordings label’s output,  called  Nobody Knows Anything and you need this for your disco-dancin’ weekend.

Plastique De Reve  ft Radical Cheerleaders: Resist

This is an absolute rave-in-a-freakin’-bottle. Cowbells eventually die their needed fucking death, and what’s left is a hard-house bass, some chanting and a KICK YOUR ASS backbeat with some synthetic pads that want to kill your parents.

You. Me? Dancing.

There’s an article over at Boomkat basically bemoaning how sad poor little Axel Bartsch must be to have to occupy the flip of a Speicher A-side of this absolute magnitude, and frankly all I can do is echo that sentiment. I have been in love with Mathew Jonson for many, many moons (I’ll never forgive Trixie’s beloved Kazell for passing up a chance to play “Marionette” one night when I desperately needed it, but that’s neither here nor there), but this is by far the most massive piece of brain-wrecking, face-melting tech stomp he’s ever unleashed. And, true to form, it’s slapped on the reliable Kompakt Speicher brand, which freaking screams “it does not matter, this will change your life”. Oh, here it does:

 Mathew Jonson & The Mole: Dirt Road & A Boat From Soundwave

I’m not enabling streaming on this one because I won’t suffer fools here: click and download right FREAKING now, and make this both the first and last song you play the next time you DJ out (HACKS). This is an utter monster, as it grows and swells from a moody, strings-and-offkey vocal stabs piece of goth-tech into a nearly ambient breakdown…and then, halfway through, when you think it’s done…it EXPLODES. You did not and you can not see the bass attack coming, and when this track gets halfway through it, like all good pop, begins to eat itself and everything around it.

This is inhumane, this is massive, this is a real tune the way we in the dance music industry used to say it: a smile plastered from ear to ear and a cry of “CHOOOOON”.  Rock this now, rock this hard, rock this for keeps, because Mathew Jonson has re-invented hard and heavy intelligent techno again.

Buy this record from the stellar Boomkat.