Dominion
"11 Hours"

Ransack your back cat - that is the standard move when it comes to a milestone label
release. LL legends Tilt were wheeled out for LOST100. Missing Pieces II / Stage 1
Remixes for LOST150.
But for this anniversary we’re all up in Whoop! Records repository, rebooting a
Dominion classic from the year 2000 - the brooding prog trancer / personal fave - 11
Hours.
Rewind to 1998 - Nigel ‘Dominion’ Dawson behind the decks in Stamford, Lincolnshire -
me, first pill - dry heaving to ‘Perfect Motion’.
That Ossia / Dawson Renaissance comp with the marine green circular saw blade on the
cover - Lost Without You, Spiritualised, El Niño, Snake Charmer - it pulled me through
a portal - away from a calcified band scene / a short bus ride from Peterborough - and
into the collective body of the late night dance floor. Forever.
Nigel Dawson’s productions and DJ sets, alongside GU / Renaissance heavyweights Sasha,
Warren, Pappa et al - carried a melancholic, (dare I say) gothic weight. I was drawn to
those late 90’s long cuts with wistful, cinematic riffs, inducing collective waves of
divine sorrow when combined with the loved up rush of a Mitsubishi. Serious business in
a dark room with your mates at 4am.
Recorded in Stoke on Trent at The MIDI Rooms with the legendary Nic Britton (Tilt,
Breeder etc) - 11 Hours (cos that’s how long it took to make) captured the feeling of a
communal chemical heartbreak - via tight drums, a cold wave riff, and a dreamy
understated vocal - none of the usual bluster associated with dance music - Lianne’s
vox closer to Cranes or Lush, than Candi-Staton.
Fast forward to now. An introduction, some miracle stems - chatting with the grumpy old
ex-pat about that state of it all.
Releasing ‘11 Hours’ with new mixes is a full circle moment.
There’s a wicked James Harcourt remix doing the rounds, sent to me whilst on a rare
family holiday in Ibiza, natch. It sounds great with a pint by the pool. Eternal
progressive statesman Dave Seaman wants a copy.
Then a chat with my old West London buddy Luke Brancaccio. His rich vein of
collaborative form with Gai Barone sets the A&R gears in motion.
After several years spent digging into the youth fuelled, psychedelic, raw-trance
underground - a return to our progressive heritage for this one feels right.
We are not wrong.
Gai and Luke deliver a deep, dubby interpretation - hypnosis dialled up, vocal gated -
and already dropped by John Digweed in a Buenoes Ares B2B with The Man Like.
We strike a deal with James Harcourt, whose gorgeous full vocal rework has been quietly
doing damage on dance floors all around the world since before that Ibiza holiday - and
LOST200 is born.
We’ve even channelled the original artwork, moving away from the cut and paste punk of
the past couple of years, back to the straight lines / space of LOST001 - Origin.
Where next? Who knows.
The Greeks gave us two words for time - chronos, the tyrannical clock that grinds
everything down, and kairos, the charged moment that erupts outside of ordinary time.
The industry - chronos.
The music - kairos.
No matter what, it has been an honour and a pleasure to have lived this.
BL / LL 2026