This is a smart move by the Get Physical crew. Realising the ridiculous influx of minimal/tech/electro/whatever compilations and downloads flooding an under populated scene, the label that arguably opened up the genre to a wider audience has steered its stern a little to the left.

The third installment in their patchy ‘Body Language’ series brings in UK glitch kid Jesse Rose, and appropriately Rose brings the party, along with a truck load of personality. Rose is a DJ and producer more in the mold of Chris Duckenfield/SWAG than say Tiefschwarz or MANDY, and his mix for ‘Body Language’ is like getting a cheeky glass of ice cold water thrown in your face. It bumps, gyrates and glistens from whoa to go, moving effortlessly from boompty boomp, to shuffling electronica, to driving techno, but never bogging itself in any one genre. And not only does Rose bring personality and poise to the mix, but fun as well.

Things get motoring along nicely early in the piece with Elon’s ‘Movin In’ and Laid’s ‘Believe In Me’, which Cass & Mangan re shape into a sharp electro stutter. Rose gets sleazy sex happening in the dark corners of the disco with the delirious ‘Hotflash’ by Oliver $, before submerging into Brett Johnson’s rubbery techno mix of Scooba & Bubbers’ classic ‘I’m Satisfied’. There is an organic feel to Rose’s mixing, so rare in the world of Ableton/Final Scratch, and in the first half of this disc his feel for rhythm and flow is reminiscent of vintage Derrick Carter, particularly in the effortless shifting in gears that dictate the middle of the set.

Rose steers his ship in to the shadows with anthem du jour ‘Deer In The Headlights’, Radioslave twisting Chelnois R. Jones’ vocal electro into a pulsing head caver. From there Rose goes for broke, drawing in Bobby Peru, Dublex 100 and Tigerskin to bring the tech and smash the disco ball. He closes with the pitched down techno of Aril Brikha which, with its rolling, repetitive synth and relentless Detroit groove, leaves you delirious, panting and struggling to keep up. Gloriously immediate and downright dirty ‘Body Language 3’ is an exercise in dance floor destruction.