Smoothed out house music with a jazzy touch to it equals the kick off. Like the horns. Like the flow. Not verbage, beat flow, you dig? S’cool if you don’t. takes me back, but also forward. Like, I’m feeling the bounce but like that extra new age bounce. Is new age correct terminology? Can’t recall what that term means this week.
Then it gets like a little classical flavor. You know, Mozart & shit? But seriously, imagine Ludwig van with like some 808’s and a violinist on one and a half ex bombers, not that I condone anything in that realm, but repeating, and, then drop the beat, hmmm, good stuff. He’s dabbling, but not throwing it out there too hard. Keeping it house, but pitching motifs like dr. phil in a brainstorm session. Ok not like that. But the beats is proud.
Ok now this is interesting, we seem to have switched to a little rock dillio. Am I tripping or is it possible that the “pilgremage” name, besides the obvious play off his name, signifies some kind of mystic journey through the musical landscape? I prolly wouldn’t be shot for suggesting as such. There’s a little guitar riff action plus cosmic space ray sounds, but the bump stays clean, consistent, he doesn’t overdo anything, which can be a major problem in a lot of house music, trying to throw everything plus the kitchen sink at you and hope you have a heart attack by the time the next dj’s set is up.
Ah so, here come those guitars again, as well as some vaguely demonic voice muttering something that sounds rough, wellie, wellie, iron maiden meets like the trance atlantic step children? Frankly my dear, it’s appetizing on my ear drum.
Look out for the one song where some chick sings some nice haunting melodies, with rennie waxing prolific in the back. It’s kinda like some evanescence type dillio without the rain and the fountains and the gothic bearded dudes giving stink-eye. Or not. But still, it sounds deep and makes you remember like that time you were making out with that girl/boy/goat and how the world seemed to converge to a pinpoint spot on a candleflame. Yah, that’s the ticket.
I just can’t say anything bad about this album. Starts out kinda mellow, gets into some hard house (not exceedingly though) towards the middle, and keeps you on a nice ride throughout. As mentioned, he dabbles around in different genres, throws all kinds of stuff out there and makes a nice gumbo out of the leftover chicken scraps.Powered by Sidelines