There is a short list of things that I love in this world, and on that list are my mom, Super Nintendo, guacamole, and DJ Haus. The London-based producer has wiggled his way into my heart with his own brand of sleazy techno.
His latest “Helta Skelta” is just that — hypnotizing bleeps with elements of Chicago house and Detroit-style melodicism mixed in. You might hear it around 5am at a warehouse party with sticky floors and no real bathrooms or maybe the opening scene of Blade. It’s this sort of messed up, strange and wonderful dance music that DJ Haus does best.