fes

On Altstadtking (funkscapes 006), Swiss beat poet fes sketches nocturnal boom‑bap with jazz‑schooled chords, vinyl crackle and headphones‑ready detail. The grooves roll with relaxed urgency—sub‑heavy kicks, crystalline hats, upright‑bass loops, a trumpet phrase ghosting in the periphery—like a crate‑digging tour through back‑alley bars and S‑Bahn platforms. It’s introspective but never inert, balancing lo‑fi warmth with producer chops that reward close listening. Pressed to wax for true‑school heads and Sunday night commuters alike.