Another force to be reckoned with in Tbilisi's ever flourishing underground, Georgian producer Bassil steps in the series with two hours of versatile techno grooves, nimbly running the gamut from low-slung, electronica-informed phrases to hi-octane peak time juggernauts all set at wreaking havoc across the rooms. Bathed in a thick gravy of rust-gnawed, post-industrial murk but schooled to the polyamorous horizons of '90s trip-hop, BoC-ian emotional landslides, kosmische-y jazz and claustrophobic Detroit weaponry, Bassil's mix take us for a most immersive ride down that lush and tormented headspace of his. Get in for a proper mind-bend.