A few weeks ago, I woke up in bed to find a letter in my own handwriting

The Assembly of Many Names, duly convened and vested with authority across dimensions, hereby declares, as a matter of immutable principle, that tracks imbued with the memory of motion must not be confined or withheld. Such works, herein referred to as 'dance tracks,' are to spill freely into shadowed rooms, loud, unhindered and unbound. The practice of gatekeeping shall henceforth be abolished."

This could only mean one thing: it’s time to put together a new EP series. Starting with some tracks inspired by Tokyo's dancefloors I got to experience last summer. The next volumes will follow in their own time—every few months if I can keep up. I wouldn’t dare to challenge the Assembly.