Between the half-forgotten afterglow of a dancefloor and the quiet, stubborn act of sitting alone with machines and letting them speak back, Eduardo returns to the Apparel Music Extra catalogue with Roll Wit It, a four-track EP that behaves like a set of small, self-contained universes that happen to orbit the same gravitational center. The Buenos Aires producer has already proven, across his previous appearances on the label, that stylistic borders are mostly administrative inventions anyway, useful for filing cabinets, less so for music that seems to arrive from several directions at once. What happens here is that familiar house logic gets gently but persistently bent. The title track, Roll Wit It, opens the record with a kind of effortless confidence, the sort that comes from a bassline that knows where it's going while a saxophone drifts above it. From there the EP starts to loosen its tie. Even If I Fail carries a subtle Argentinian atmosphere, not in the obvious postcard sense, but in the rhythmic undercurrent, the feeling that the groove itself has memory. Then the record shifts again, as if Eduardo briefly steps sideways into another room: Rideaway fractures the pulse into something broken and slightly tilted, a reminder that dance music doesn't always need to walk in straight lines to arrive somewhere meaningful. By the time Inner Surrender comes, the record has slipped into something closer to a private thing than a club tool, a house journey that feels less interested in climax than in suspension, as though the track itself is discovering its shape in real time. Which might be the real trick of Roll Wit It: the sense that Eduardo is not simply blending balearic ease, downtempo patience, and breakbeat elasticity into a personal style, but treating them as languages that can overlap, interrupt each other, or momentarily dissolve.

Not so far away in time, in a twinkling disco dreamland, lived a French producer named Lukus. With soft hands and a heart full of starry beats, he spun magic from his little studio, whispering secrets into the airwaves. That's how the story should begin, with Lukus gathering three shiny friends for his magic bundle, the Disco Speech EP, ready to drift out on March 27th aboard the Apparel Music cloud. First, the title whisper, Disco Speech, a lush meadow of modern disco where a plump bassline looks like a strong forest tree, keys dances like fireflies, and tiny telephone buttons clicks, wrapped in a blanket of playful percussion. Then Gino's Dance floats in, a dreamy disco pillow, soft and swaying, with percussion pattering like distant waves and vocal samples glowing warm. Last peeks Hender Loop, wide and airy, naked and free, with its cinematic breaths carrying you higher and higher. Lukus tucked them all into a digital cradle, his second gift to Apparel Music, and as the stars blinked goodnight, the EP promised sweet dreams of rhythm and wonder. Sleep tight, little ones... the disco whispers await.

Not so far away in time, in a twinkling disco dreamland, lived a French producer named Lukus. With soft hands and a heart full of starry beats, he spun magic from his little studio, whispering secrets into the airwaves. That's how the story should begin, with Lukus gathering three shiny friends for his magic bundle, the Disco Speech EP, ready to drift out on March 27th aboard the Apparel Music cloud. First, the title whisper, Disco Speech, a lush meadow of modern disco where a plump bassline looks like a strong forest tree, keys dances like fireflies, and tiny telephone buttons clicks, wrapped in a blanket of playful percussion. Then Gino's Dance floats in, a dreamy disco pillow, soft and swaying, with percussion pattering like distant waves and vocal samples glowing warm. Last peeks Hender Loop, wide and airy, naked and free, with its cinematic breaths carrying you higher and higher. Lukus tucked them all into a digital cradle, his second gift to Apparel Music, and as the stars blinked goodnight, the EP promised sweet dreams of rhythm and wonder. Sleep tight, little ones... the disco whispers await.