Brown Angel - Pure Brown Energy

Brown Angel - Pure Brown EnergyBrown Angel descends upon Dark Entries with Pure Brown Energy, an EP featuring 6 tracks of gloom laced electro funk and retro house. Pure Brown Energy was born when San Francisco based producer and Hard French collective member Brown Angel was faced with a gift and a loss: an original Roland TR 808 was given to them around the same time that their father passed away. To process their grief, they set about making an album that showcased the many facets

Brown Angel descends upon Dark Entries with Pure Brown Energy, an EP featuring 6 tracks of gloom-laced electro-funk and retro house. Pure Brown Energy was born when San Francisco-based producer and Hard French collective member Brown Angel was faced with a gift and a loss: an original Roland TR-808 was given to them around the same time that their father passed away.

To process their grief, they set about making an album that showcased the many facets of their being, in their words: "my gay tío side, my Latin goth side, my cruising down the boulevard side, and most of all my soft vulnerable side." From slamming vogue/ballroom house to cumbia-inflected freestyle, Pure Brown Energy channels club sounds both contemporary and timeless, while centering the most eternal electronic instrument of all: the TR-808.

Opener "Miel" grooves with the effortlessness of peak-era Masters at Work or vintage Kevin Saunderson, while "Dame Más" dials up the energy even further. The influences of Miami bass and West Coast electro shine through on "Maya" and "Love Me Right," which pair razor-sharp beats with a flurry of samples culled from Brown Angel's record collection.

"PBE" and "En Movimiento" take the Planet Rock vibes to another level, combining influences from contemporary cumbia and reggaeton sounds with Brown Angel's Latin goth flair. Each copy comes in a sleeve designed by Ricardo Diseño featuring illustrations inspired by Teen Angels, a popular 1980's Chicano magazine.

Pure Brown Energy brings a sense of urgency to the dancefloor, unreluctantly examining the crossover between creation and loss, between celebration and sorrow. But don't forget: these cuts also slap.