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Raumskaya & Chance Jumpers team up for Hyperboloid's 'SHINNE' comp

Russia’s Hyperboloid Records just dropped a new compilation called SHINNE, which finds everyone from Tambov ‘weedwave’ originator Summer Of Haze to label co-founder Pixelord hammering out some idiosyncratic takes on rave-friendly trance.

One of the most striking contributions comes from Moscow ‘Beryoza’ co-founder Raumskaya and veteran Saint Petersburg trio Chance Jumpers, whose musical chemistry experiment combines dreamy synths and tripped-out arpeggios with hulking beats and colossal bass:

The sound of SHINNE incorporates “the South Pole, fatality, noise on the telly, radio at night”, according to a press release that itself sounds like it was composed at the peak of a full-on rave.

“In a scientific way, this is a mental-sensual extract from the symbolic anchors of the pre-millennium associated with all post-technogenic, hard-trance and rave in its primary understanding, cult computer games, cyberpunk and scraps of post-nuclear, dreamlike “memories” (in fact we don’t remember was if real or not), a dream about the future and of course about what we don’t know.

“It’s a bit of absurdity and expectation-lessness in a good way, “something like hope” (words from a Russian song). It’s about an unrealized, irreversible future. It is somehow sublime, but definitely not pathetic. A real “sweet-n-sour” vibe sprinkled with fragile facets of dreaminess. In general, it is such a distillate of metadata – if you crumble all of the above in a salad, shove it in a still cube and squeeze out a transparent sparkling drop – that would be SHINNE.

“And even so, SHINNE is like a group of ravers lost in 1991, performed a quantum leap and got on the magnetic tape of someone’s sister favorite cassette. The film was buried in the frozen ground under the Turgenev Bridge for 25 years and dug in 2018. The dudes remained themselves but do not understand where they are and what will happen to them. They tell us something – not words, but clots of emotion-mutants, spilled from the depth, stretched to the present, which seems to inevitably rush to an end.”

Surrender yourself to the world of SHINNE now by heading straight over to Bandcamp…