We can boil this Debut down to a single sentence, really: Demac‘s done good again. Slivers of sax winch back ‘n forth over a fat, buzzy bassline rising steeply in intensity; it does damage. The fact “Axel Foley” sits on a forthcoming Cocoon compilation, and so is going be reverberating around a lot of eardrums this summer, is a big bonus. If you don’t feel a tingle of glee picturing Papa Sven hoofing this out, then frankly you just might have something wrong with you.