OCB Eddie Fowlkes
Deepcover EP

Deepcover EP

Labels

Muga

Catno

MUGA001

Formats

1x Vinyl 12"

Country

Netherlands

Release date

Genres

Electro

Styles

House

After shifting clandestinely between second hand crates as a bootleg vinyl for the last 25 years, Eddie Fowlkes’ Deepcover finally gets a proper pressing and 2 remixes by one of today’s most dedicated students of electro funk, OCB (Driss Bennis). Originally released on the Magic Tracks compilation CD by Juan Atkins, featuring tracks by artists like James Stinson and Keith Tucker, the track has all the elements of early techno soul straight from the hands of its inventor. Indescribable sounds combine in unexpected ways that just fit, pushing and pulling in all the right directions.

Available in 7 months

Mar 28, 2023

Media: NM or M-i
Sleeve: Not Graded

13.5€*

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