In the not so distant future awaits the election of the first third party candidate to the White House- they will hail from the Space Party, a political coalition founded by astrophysicists, former democrats and ex-NASA employees. In their 8bitpeoples debut EP, "Future, and It Doesn't Work", Starscream tell a tale of victory, science, and potentially catastrophic foreign policy.

IAYD makes his 8bitpeoples debut with "Supergalactic", an invitation to get punched in the face by light-speed melodies and sound barrier-breaching beats. Embark on a journey through the cosmos with six, powerful masterworks crafted from the dregs of shattered asteroids and the rusted husks of space vessels. Pushing forward and brimming with profound sonic vivacity, "Supergalactic" leaves you with a greater understanding of the Universe.

"AKID EP" by starPause is causing a ruckus. Four floor killers stacked with stinging slaps, bone-shaking bass, saucy diva snippets and tricked out retrigger commandos. Brain on the verge, move as you must! Only Piggy Tracker makes it possible. Art by Videogramo tew wey sekam. Mastering by Jesse Graffam rocks any sound system.

"Claps and Leads" marks Mr. Spastic's triumphant return to the 8bitpeoples catalogue; five deft exercises in virtuoso programming, balancing intricate technical skill with a warmly organic sound, all delivered in his signature bold-yet-delicate tech-soul style. Jazz, deep funk, disco, R&B, and full-on techno inflections collide and merge into an astonishing stylistic cocktail, all topped off with a shimmering pro-grade production sensibility. Dazzling artwork by Ui completes the package, sealing the deal on a certain future classic.

As Roland walked on through the desolation, he was acutely aware that he had lost something intangible. His only clues came to him by way of the DMG in his pocket. The lamprey was willing, for the moment, to help him search the debris for the small cartridges that fit into the DMG, each one supplying a new, crucial piece of information. The hidden truth would be thus revealed to him slowly, in sequence.

Cornbeast delivers Chip Hero, five songs from the soundtrack of an imaginary future video game where players perform along with the chip music hits of tomorrow, using controllers resembling the gaming gear of yesterday. Post-modern musical sensibilities collide with pre-information-age hardware, not so much closing the loop as introducing something unconventional, unexpected, and occasionally upbeat.

Those who lack discipline will be given some. 8GB's Pravda (The Truth) continues their globe-trotting persuasion that has only one end: World Audiovisual Domination! 8GB's open-minded approach to chip music twists the barriers of hardware limitations and attacks various oldschool platforms at the same time, while delivering the goods to shake booties all around and convert many chip non-believers to their regime. The Truth is out there, but the question remains: Smozhezh ti' vi'derzhat' pravdu?

After meeting in New York at the first Blip Festival, the scheme was hatched. The most unlikely of collaborations, between two of chip music's most enigmatic individuals, would be conducted in secrecy over the next year. Delicately woven Game Boy loops conspire with hypnotic banjo patterns. Layers of guitar dance over uncanny vocals. This is the EP you might have once heard, far-off in the static between two AM radio stations.

This release is testament to the positive social effects of alcohol ... On the one hand Nullsleep plied gwEm with drink to encourage him to agree to do an 8bp release, on the other hand gwEm spiked Nullsleep's drink so that he'd agree to make it a live album. When it came to finding someone to record the show gwEm and Random ended up plying each other with drink until they realized the logical course of action. Sadly, gwEm's long time creative partners MC Counter Reset and Colin needed no such alcoholic encouragement. Shows in Hell are easy to get, but hard to come back from. The next best thing we could find was the Bethnal Green Workingman's Club in London's east end. This is the pure sounddesk recording of a very special gig. The only instruments you hear are one Atari STe, a drum kit, and a Flying V through a seriously cranked Marshall.

Dormant for too long in M-.-n's secret vault were some of his finest discodirt anthems. Once the prize possession of a happy few, they are now unleashed, ready to contaminate the world. Enjoy.