Digging deep into his old-skool roots of jungle and gabber, the productions of Spekki Webu are far more than the sum of their influences. The rapid-fire flavours of both are easily detectable – along with dashes of trance and that brutal rawness so prevalent at early DIY free raves – but they’re melded ethereally to uncanny elements, upping the mindwarp levels with wobbly bits yanked from goa’s guts that bubble like primordial soup and cinematic flourishes that lend it a score-like atmosphere. 

Operating the influential imprint Mirror Zone, he regularly opens a wormhole into the ritualistic hyper-oddities that spring forth from his and like minds. The perfect recipe for smearing your cognition across the Void; let Webu replace it with his tripped-out record recollection instead.

• Fact Mix 886: Spekki Webu (Dec '22) by 180.Fact

• Fact Mix 886: Spekki Webu (Dec '22) by 180.Fact