The enormous increase in performance at Treibstoff's racing stable can hardly be ignored anymore, especially when one of the hottest acts is at the start showing off his muscles: here comes Sarah Goldfarb and presents the hungry party crowd two tracks that come along like a sensational bang, with a bass drum like a fitness club and hypnotizing sequences like an exciting trip through a tunnel towards the light. Neo-choral sound planes are bursting over archaically pushing, almost Robert Hoodish beat patterns, making the audience move in a damn tight network of pure energy and euphoria. All stops of techno have been pulled out: sophisticated mechanics meet thumping, thundering machines from the industrial revolution and the sweat is shining on the faces of the party community jumping its banks. You will be swept along, and when I am clicking my fingers, you'll wake up and feel great.
