Sunday, October 23, 2011
An album of spoken word poetry set to music and two 'light' ambient albums in a row. Am I going soft or what? Not to mention this album especially is going to take some defending. So here goes. This dude scores yoga and meditation DVDs, but put cheeky new-age associations aside for a second and listen to what I have to say. Technically speaking, as far as ambient records are concerned, this baby is the crème de la crème. It does have a zen feel to it, but it's not too detrimental or overdone. This kind of music gets a bad rep, but its drowsy, narcotic synth tones meander, drift, and will transport you away for body momentarily, if you allow it in. The layers and texturing are exquisite and if that -still- doesn't convince you, I heard about this guy from modern musical magician, John Maus. I promise I'm not one to splooge over something for no reason, so take it from someone more reputable than me.
Also, the flute solos are out of this world (totally serious)