Pumping, pumping, pumping: Andre Goc a.k.a. Wouldbenice seems to know one modus operandi, and one only. The main attraction in this epic blockbuster is without a doubt his bassdrum, rolling straightforward, telling a highly dramatic story with the simplest of means and staying honest throughout the process. Listening to that monster of an A-Side, you may just have witnessed the boldest bassdrum in human history. Driven by hihats seemingly made out of surgical steel, this e.p. chooses the direct way to the floor, tosses aside everything dispensable and establishes a steady alliance with the prime time. This is the oily "Internationale" of house, a three-legged hymn to the vintage sound of the bermuda triangle Chicago-Detroit-Berlin. Garnished with a scent of digital blackness and some elliptic bouncing on the b-side, this record presents itself as a certified essential for the spinning people, staying strong and simple on the party of your choice.