Kompakt Records is a Cologne-based imprint founded by three figures who have had a profound influence on contemporary club music: Wolfgang Voigt, Jürgen Paape and Michael Mayer. Originally a record shop that was opened in 1993 under the name Delirium, Kompakt Records has helped launched the career of many celebrated German producers, including Superpitcher, Gui Boratto and Matias Aguayo. While recognised for pushing micro house and minimal techno styles, the label encompasses a broad and eclectic sonic spectrum, as evinced by its annual Total compilations, along with its Pop Ambient and Speicher offshoots.
Kompakt are set to release GAS BOX, a luxurious 10LP + 4CD anthology of Wolfgang Voigt’s essential GAS albums ‘Zauberberg’, ‘Königsforst’, ‘Pop’ and ‘Oktember’, featuring previously unavailable edits on wax.
Seventeen years on since the inaugural delivery of their Total compilation series, Cologne Flagship Kompakt returns with ‘Total 16’ featuring 25 cuts from The Field, Weval, Rex The Dog, Terranova, Hunter/Game, Frankey & Sandrino, John Tejada, Blond:ish, Patrice Bäumel and more.
Today we are happy to premiere Kenneth James Gibson’s self-made music video for “Failed To Interrupt” – In our interview Kenneth’s discusses his approach to the album and his re-connection with nature.
Pop Ambient 2016 presents a captivating tracklist that includes heavyweight soundsmiths, experimental composers, and ambient confidants such as The Orb, Mikkel Metal, Dave DK, Wolfgang Voigt, Jens-Uwe Beyer and Leandro Fresco.
Leandro Fresco serves up an hours worth of Pop Ambient inspired music to help celebrate the release of his new album “El Reino Invisible”, the first release on Wolfgang Voigt’s newly established Kompakt Pop Ambient division.
John Tejada brings his live show to Fabric alongside Kompakt head honcho Michael Mayer. Win a pair of tickets and a trio of Fabric CD’s from John Tejada, Michael Mayer and Craig Richards “The Nothing Special”.
For ‘El Reino Invisible’ we’re given the full Pop Ambient treatment, with a majestic sound sitting somewhere in between a demure, beat-less Ulrich Schnauss and a prolonged weepy existentialist comedown moment on a Tuesday.