Howdy. This is a review of the album “Heartbeat.” After the word “heartbeat” it says “David Harness.” I’m assuming that this is not a new kind of strap but the name of the DJ that put this thing together? I’m probably right or wrong or halfway somewhere in there.
I’m listening to it right now. I seem to do better, or worse, with these things through or via that method. I’ve listened to this album a few times already. I like it. Less than some things and more than others. It’s upbeat. It’s happy. It keeps things moving. It has a big pulsating heart on the cover. It’s got beats and happy people singing over said beats. Not sure if these hooks, or verses, were recorded strictly for these songs or simply dubbed over from something else. That requires research, not my forte.
What I will tell you is that listening to this recording is an enjoyable experience. I won’t go into the details vis a vis about the fact that I know next to, ok, actually, nothing, about writing the particulars or wherewithalls involved with strict methodological intricacies involved with house music, if this is even considered as such.
Um, I’m just gonna like let it soak in my brain and type something here in a bit after said soakage has seeped a little more. Is that cool? Oh wait, you can’t answer me. Oh, um, I mean, you can, but just not now. Later you’ll be able to answer, but then this will already be written, thereby not really having any effect on this cataclysmic essay on the state of the world.
I like when they do little repeat thingies of someone’s voice saying something over a changing beat and then on the transition to the next song it’s like it’s like twitching & vibing and you can just picture yourself, ears up to the speaker, feeling the boogie woogie, and like, there’s these people with mentholatum in their doctor’s masks, and, then, oh, sorry, flashback. Just for the moment.