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For the first release Soft Touch, one of Seth Troxler's many imprints, we see Clarian - also one of the head honcho's longtime pals and Soft Touch's A&R guy - strut his electro-stuff about la casa del Troxler. It's not necessarily the Detroit techno flavour we've come to expect from whatever Troxler puts his mind to, but there's definitely a dance element to SOFT001, Clarian's EP, Is There A Light At The End.

What Clarian presents us with on the EP is akin to a holiday mixtape. That's not a dig. It is clearly geared towards a certain demographic of holidaymakers - i.e. those that go to Mediterranean bender-hubs - but that doesn't necessarily make it a failure by design. In fact, it's pretty great.

It encapsulates the atmosphere, the highs and lows, the ambience of a week-long stay along the shores of Costa del Watered Down Beer. You have the cadaver-in-a-morgue chilled cut 'Promethean Eyes (Loose Mix)', for example, where you can almost taste the Ambré Solaire. It's a poolside paean, with fluttery acoustic guitars, '60s pop organs and the lo-fi drizzle of SoCal fuzz spewers. It's sun-smooched and so wonderfully peppy.

Then you have the title track. It's a smorgasbord of jury-rigged elements, smooshed together into a jagged, jittery mess that ends with Alice falling deep into the K-hole to Wonderland. At the same time, despite its unpredictable nature, it will easily lure you into a mindset utterly dislocated from reality; it's a hypnotic, 6am after-afterparty delirium as the sun comes up and you divebomb into a comedown. Contrastingly, 'Mirror Of The Sun', resplendent with vaguely Latin-y hooks and beats, is the tequila-fuelled anticipation. It's also mighty lusty: "First touch... heavenly rush/ first touch... it's bigger than both of us." Soak it in.

It's only a teeny-weeny three tracks long, but this EP, with its strident sense of place and sunny disposition, manages to say an awful lot. It's incredibly transportive, whisking you away to white sands, blue seas, and brown tapwater, with ease. On that basis, it's wildly successful. It's undoubtedly not what you'll hear if you were actually there, but rather the sonic representation of that trip, which is perversely fascinating. Whether you want to holiday to the shores of Spain is neither here nor there: Clarian's gonna take you anyway.

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