It’s quite difficult not sharing the ideas by Glitterbug, Ronni Shendar and other lads thickening c.sides’ music hordes about the compositional skills of this 24 years old producer, whose musical path begun on his father’s old-fashioned computer through which he moved his very first steps towards the electronic music potentially infinite planet. The lack of any academic knowledge depending on the circumstance he lived in a secluded region has not been an obstacle for the development of its own (very melancholic) style and after some interesting excerpts on Orphanear (a sort of Dial’s sub-label, founded by Pawel aka Turner) and an astonishing release, Heights EP, for Cologne’s Ki-Records, he finally joined c.sides. The common factor of the four tracks of this ep maybe stands in the fact the listener could easily isolate all the acoustic stimuli combined within a track, but the way Christian Loeffler entwines them makes him powerless in front of its gradual sliding towards the emotive sphere resulting in a deep listening experience, beginning with the fluffy sounds, suffocated chirps, a sequenced puff at the end of rhythmical pattern motioning Cord – a track which is akin to some new definitions of techno (for clubs) recently spread by the legendary Cocoon -, whose initial mechanical gusts are propelled by a floating church organ, conferring a mystical aura to the track, and a clappy ambient-techno programming on drums; a bouncing bass drum, a metallic pit-a-pat, an absorbing monochord ultra-low tone and an impalpable resonance introduce the listener to the hypnotic progression of Glare, while there’s a sense of familiar warmth in the micromelody which seems to be emanated by a childhood memory in the lovely track giving name to this ep, Raise, akin to that kind of mood partially explored in the past by Anthony Rother. Some emotional tears are going to stream down your brain and your soul during the listening of the moving ambient miniature of the closing track, Core, potentially able to reach the core (as self-declared by the title) of the target aimed by Loeffler enchanting music. But don’t hang your head in sorrow please, human robots!