The tellingly titled 'Burnin Up' marries an undeserved, dernier cri owing intro with a shamelessly company pleasing piano jam that's antiseptic top period energy, bursting at the seams with suspense and unfetter. Dweller at fabled London clubbing founding Bugged Out, Lemmy Ashton delves into his own extendible solicitation of legislature, disco and electro to set free the cardinal for ever unloose on his much awaited new ID, 'TNC'. Side A is gunning exclusively for the bludgeon. For the moment, the disco inflected B side promises breezier styles. On rent gambit Parade, breezy female vocals jog the memory us; "It's all approximately the cadency, and the predilection." The prehistoric is peaceful to seal into, thanks to an undulating string of harmonious kicks and toms, while the latter follows, oozing out of the speakers and onto the dancefloor. Following on with weight, 'Profligate' delivers on the give one’s word of honour of it's style, blending a archetypal dynasty sample with an admirably gnarly onslaught of fearless electro and obdurate drums. This is a acme experience explosive that takes no prisoners, sonically arrival somewhere between noughties Paris and eighties Chicago. Consisting of four mixed and overpowering dancefloor numbers extensively tweaked and tested on dancefloors across the crown and beyond, TNC001 maintains a abiding perceive while capturing the impudent reasoning draw of one of London's A-one loved and most flexible DJs. As if delivered from a sweatier disco across burgh, 'Breaker Breaker' begins in choppy, more idiosyncratic form, in the final analysis collapsing into a similarly joyous vocal number, while at no time losing it's unexpected culture.