If house music were a real building, then it would be like a many-winged palace. Over in the east we’d have the dusty sounds of Rush Hour, to the west the electro-tinged depth of Innervisions, and on the terrace at the back would be the Hot Creations crew.
But where to put the Hypercolour stable would be a harder call. Their sound is one that’s constantly evolving; from the deep-slung subs of Maya Jane Coles to Kris Wadsworth’s beat-driven rollers, their willingness to push the form forward has made them one of the most exciting labels in the world.
Which is why we’re so excited to be bringing the men behind this success, the two chaps who know exactly what we’ll all be dancing to next year, to showcase what they do….
In a scene dominated by posturing, pouting DJs who blindly stick to their own furrow, Alex Jones is very much a man of the old school. He’s a jock who understands that playing records is fun, that dancing is fun, and that if it sounds good then it should get heard.
Since setting up Hypercolour in 2004, he’s risen alongside his label to burn brightly in the UK’s house music firmament. His deep-slung house sound is as indebted to Cologne as it is to the Motor City, and as well as releasing on his own labels he’s been picked up by the likes of Tsuba, Glimpse and Turbo.
Under the Hypercolour umbrella his talent for spotting the new generation has given early air to stars like Kris Wadsworth, Tom Demac and a young lady by the name of Maya Jane Coles. We’re very excited indeed to see exactly what he brings us.
From his early doors behind the counter at Leeds’ Tribe Records, Ste Roberts’ intimidating understanding of all that’s good in the world of dance has fared him well.
Having spent years supplying the Back to Basics crew of Ralph Lawson, Simon Baker and Paul Woolford with the records that made them some of the world’s most in-demand DJs, it’s Ste’s spotting talent that lies behind the incredible success of Hypercolour and Glass Table as outlets for genuinely innovative house and techno.
That talent serves him equally as a DJ, with a record bag so deep it would put Mary Poppins to shame. A resident at London’s infamous T Bar before its premature closing, he’s got more chops than an organic butcher and a quite uncanny understanding of how to make a dancefloor bounce. Prepare to be taught.
Support comes from drumro[ll] residents SixFootSick and Up and Atom, and door tax is just £5 after 11. Much love.