“There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.” - John Cage
Berlin techno veteran Deepchild follows up the angular bass experimentalism of May 2021's "N3U PROC355" EP with an entirely more restrained return to dub techno fundamentals, stripped bare. After a year marked by personal grief (the death of his father) and a far stranger wider cultural crisis (what does club experience in a time of Covid mean?), "Inshallah" offers a skeletal, hauntological take on the dub techno template, stripped of all but its most fundamental signifiers, and laced with subsumed vocal and melodic fragments and smeared narrative suggestion, disappearing like fireflies into the ether. Equal parts melancholic and eroded detail "Inshallah" offers an eerie, welcome sense of space at a time where noise abounds in the electronic music space. Liminal, incomplete and suggestive, this is Deepchild's most curious and minimal EP to date.