Friday, July 01, 2005
microbeats
Kompakt, Playhouse, Bpitch--basically 82% of young Germans--all seem innately literary to me. Though the language of microhaus is clicks, flimsy pulses and milky melodies, I have always heard the open-endedness and intensity of some of my favorite writers. Similarly, they leave spaces for me to walk around in. White rooms of rhythm. And just like Zora Neale Hurston, they make my ass move, duke.
Two reasons why you need to get electric. Isolee's new album. And the blackest (white) British dude I have ever heard sounding more soulful than D'Angelo: Jamie Lidell, whose Multiply is why the French founded Austin three thousand years ago*.
*history, in the future, will be relative.
