Experience defines art, and quite honestly Robert Babicz could also just sweat into the mic, he would still produce a smash. That’s because he’s the man with a trademark sound that nobody can copycat. His sound his truly unique, as clean as it is dirty, an ever-present fatness ruling the soundscape. His new masterpiece „Purple Dance“  for Treibstoff is no different, presenting itself as an explicitly throbbing affair, garnished with a scent of melancholy and inducing rampant dance all over the place. Those are four tracks made for the eternity residing in that one moment when the beat goes spinal and wowes the