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Cruising over the Brooklyn Bridge away from Manhattan’s lofty skyscrapers and towards his home in Williamsburg, Larry Tee and his entourage are discussing an important...

Flux Pavilion is a man in touch with his feelings. He prefers love over hate, chords over kick drums, and wants desperately to play for...

Pop music has always run from the sublime to the irredeemable. The charts have rotated from gold to grot since the dawn of the Hit Parade, and the model doesn’t look likely to change anytime soon. So whilst there are always dark periods when commercial radio is little more than a cemetery of tired ideas, dug up and forced to fandango one more time, every now and then a new generation of musicians kick down the door, reset the rules, and party ‘til the lights come on.

In the music industry there are two types of meteoric rise. One is a scary, Susan Boyle-shaped process, where the basking lizard kings of pop pluck an unknown, polish them dumb, tell them what their new name, hairstyle and personality is, and thrust them mercilessly into the light, there to cavort for our pleasure.

In Germany towards the end of the nineties, Berlin was synonymous with hard-edged techno sounds but Hamburg was flying the flag for a more traditional flavour of house music. So the young Alex Ridha grew up surrounded by influences from Detroit and Chicago, which provided the fuel for a serious life-long vinyl addiction.

Berlin-based Red Rack'em, AKA Danny Berman, might have started his career in the UK as part of the pirate soul movement, creating new tracks...

Mixing booming West Coast hip-hop 808s, squelchy funk, sizzlingly sexually charged R&B and deep house, Boston's Soul Clap (aka Eli Goldstein and Charles Levin)...

From 17th from 20th July, Sónar, one of the world’s leading festivals of electronic music, art and technological innovation, will return to Barcelona for its 25th year, and...