What first attracted me to Nattymari wasn’t really the music but how he wrote about it. His “mission statements” for his mixes parted the curtain usually obscuring most Witch House artists. He wrote eloquently and gave deeper insight behind artistic intent than the usual dark and demented allusions listeners were left to assume.

But none of that would have really mattered if his mixes didn’t deliver on his heady words, which they always have. I’m proud that Nattymari has joined the Bloglin as a regular contributor, because regardless of how well he’s known for his actual music he’s become a sort of Sheppard guiding the young and old neophytes embracing the art “Ov Thee Hexan Danse Musik.”

The Shepard or the “William S. Burroughs of Witch House” as I like to call him has just released his third mix (correct me if I’m wrong) called Winter On Ibiza.

No one was aware that the plague had come again. At first it seemed nothing more than a nagging cough. A nasty cold. Too much E on the weekend, some kidded.

Within a week the bodies started dropping. At first they were buried properly, but after a few weeks more they lined the sidewalks and supermarket floors. The acrid stench of decay had filled the air.

After a month nearly half of Europe had perished. Some at their jobs and some in their homes. Others were away. Their lifeless forms littered the dancefloors.

Corpses on holiday…. winter on Ibiza.

“Winter” is an apt way to title this cold as hell mix whose crunches into the red bring a chill up and down your spine. Winter On Ibiza is Nattymari’s strongest mix to date, equally terrifying as it is catchy. I love not only how he’s not contempt with merely dragging things to one speed within a track but that he’s developing the digitial skip/stutter as a signature to his work… it reminds me a lot of early Oval meets Prince Jammy. Give it a listen below or download it here.

Winter On Ibiza by Nattymari

- My Pal the Crook