Tommy T

A record built like a pressure valve about to blow, Gas Crisis hums with urban tension — all steel edges, nocturnal fumes, and rhythms twisted tight enough to snap. Tommy T rides the line between dub alchemy and streetwise futurism, crafting grooves that feel industrial yet deeply alive, like machinery learning to breathe.

Basslines prowl under the surface like heavy engines idling in the dark. Synths flicker like warning lights. Percussion hits with the cold accuracy of someone tapping on the walls of a locked room, checking for weak points. The whole thing sways with controlled chaos, a dancefloor built from smoke, adrenaline, and that uneasy electricity that crackles right before things shift.

It’s rugged. It’s hypnotic.
A soundtrack for late-night wanderers and warehouse philosophers.
A 12" that turns crisis into grit, and grit into groove.