Frequencies are swines, every audio-autodidact knows about that. making music is hard work at the analytical front, every bar just a tiny territorial gain, that neverending scramble between wetware and software. and when the exhausted lonesome hero finally stumbles outside, then it was just another day in the coal-mines of techno, a long day, a heavy day, everyday life. but sometimes all the troubles aren‘t for nothing, sometimes the ring-bounded eye can capture a shine and glitter in the dried-out riverbed, a rough diamond in the digged boulders, ready to get rasped and polished like anything. the last bus home is gone? never mind. sleep at the studio? whatever it takes. sacrifices are being made and not being born. and all are equal before the flow. in all that sense, sub static boss falko brocksieper has now processed a big issue, after a remarkable number of ep‘s and remixes: the second-album itch. nightmare to every musician and conceptual contra on tasty techno in 5-minute-salsa with b-side. all in all not a bed of roses. a real brocksieper though is always king of the hill in his own track, souvereignly dominating beats and melodies, again and again transferring it all into that airy funky joinin- groove that‘s his trademark. unisono to definite floor pushers like „lament“ and „the whole story“ though, heavy day also features a great portion of organic organ- house, plucked violin-techno and pleasant dub-tronica, only to name a few of the opened drawers. next to the machines, this time richard davis, big bully and mia are in on it, with grammy-like performances of their throat arts, as lyrical as focused, into the blue to the point, spun over the beats by expert hands. what? this doesn‘t sound like hard work? rather like having an easy good time? right. mission accomplished.