Eight slots a crate, and one of them is filled. What gets in gets played, written about, and put in front of people who book. Everything else gets a no.
Crate no. 001 — 1 in, 7 open.
One track in. Seven slots still open. They stay open until something earns them.
A loop that refuses to resolve, a vocal cut into three syllables, and a bassline that keeps arriving a beat early. Free download for DJs.
Space bar plays and pauses.
One artist. It stays small on purpose, and it grows one at a time.
Midwest, United States
Makes house records in a bedroom and tests them the same weekend on a room of forty people. Started out cutting disco loops for friends' parties and the habit stuck — everything gets played out before it gets posted. "Can't Stop" was made in one sitting after a set that ran long, uploaded without a plan, and has been picked up by DJs from Chicago to Rotterdam since. Sets run warm and physical: Chicago house, filtered disco, garage swing, and whatever unreleased thing he finished that week.
Interviews with the people in the crate, label notes, and what's worth going to this month.
One or two sentences of standfirst copy sit here to give the reader a reason to click.
ComingOne or two sentences of standfirst copy sit here to give the reader a reason to click.
ComingOne or two sentences of standfirst copy sit here to give the reader a reason to click.
That's the whole point. If everything got in, being in wouldn't mean anything — to you, or to the promoter reading it. Seven slots are open right now and they stay open until something earns them. Every track gets listened to all the way through, once, by one person. No algorithm, no paid placement.
This part is separate from the crate, and it happens after. Getting played is never contingent on it.
124 BPM
One track. It gets listened to all the way through. You'll hear back either way.
That's your place in the queue for this window. Everything gets listened to before the window closes. You'll get an answer either way.