A producer, DJ and writer, Glasgow-based Production Unit (aka Dave Donnelly) wears several hats, and they all fit. Not like a puke-tartan cap; more akin to Indiana Jones, crossed with Willy Wonka, wearing an eye-patch just for show. As a DJ, his mixes for Numbers have generated thousands of downloads, with his last, a self-promoted hip hop affair entitled ‘Some Smartass Pawns’, featured on the hallowed Solid Steel radio show. Fusing samples from ‘The Wire’ with broken breakage, analogue fuzz and nuff acapellas, it also made extensive use of a secret weapon: Donnelly’s perfect pitch, which means that tunes are mixed by both bpm and key to elevate them above the bog-standard blend. It was mostly in C# minor with a section in E minor, since you ask. As a producer and performer the Production Unit sound currently graces the Highpoint Lowlife stable, previously steppin’ out on Stuff Records, Struktur and Square Roots. A five-track EP, ‘Ghost Tracks’, has just been released – focused on dubstep, but taking strong influence from Detroit techno and electronica, it combines tonal and cerebral depth with a true ear for melody to evoke the sound of pristine machines weeping at their hope’s graveside. Next up are remixes for Dextro and Husky Rescue that build on the sonic foundations of ‘Ghost Tracks’. Donnelly was previously one third of electronic art terrorists The Marcia Blaine School For Girls and half of ragga cabaret assassins The Village Unit, both of these alongside friend and fellow traveller The Village Orchestra. The two continue to work together as Rose & Sandy. Donnelly’s album of ambient music under the nom de guerre Dirty Hope was released on the Sounds Asleep label in 2008. Dave also writes reviews and articles about electronic music for Clash Magazine under the alias Dave Marcia. Pieces on Hyperdub, 2562, PANTyRAID and the twentieth anniversary of Hard Wax have all been well received, with the latter in particular generating massive interest. Writing as he thinks, his style is direct, verbose and original, while groaning under the weight of excessive metaphor.