Album Review: Classixx / ‘Hanging Gardens’ (Innovative Leisure)

classixx hanging gardens

★★★★☆

The photogenic sound of synth-surf LA brought to you by Michael David and Tyler Blake reaches a convergence point of ’80s saturation — from under a rather prosaic moniker — and something you should live your life and be free by. Where “I’ll Get You” doesn’t make good on its cheery promise of ‘do you like bass?’, and “Long Lost” is either gorgeously dreamy or sickly sweet, the rushes of sunshine and neon in many ways fit the stereotype of bashing hexagon-shaped drum machines and keyboards manned by hair gel models.

Far from bringing these elements out of retirement, Classixx have always kept the keyboard dream alive, but a subtle Fleetwood Mac recognition on the title track as means of introducing themselves is the right mix of kitsch and originality. “Holding On” is a certified day-brightener with essential Gallic components to make it a summertime smash, conversely showing worst kept secrets working in a big way; while the sparse bassline that rubs its funk through “Rhythm Santa Clara,” in place of the phat slap bass found elsewhere, is a fine example of going synthing without having to flower and “blossom” all the time.

Throughout the crystal peaked backdrop, softer shades shadow ubiquitous buoyancy. Old dogs aren’t taught new tricks, but whether wide-eyed and bouncily doing pure pop or timed to a hammock sway (the affectionate thoughts found on “A Fax from The Beach”), Classixx reveal an Eden for when the groove needs to go outside.

File under: Letherette, Miguel Campbell, Justice

Compilation Review: ‘Pukka Up X – A Decade of Dance’ (Pukka Up)

Pukka Up X - A Decade of Dance

★★★★☆

The ten-year anniversary of the Pukka Up imprint acts for the acceptable side of mainstream clubbing. Forget a backhanded compliment; it’s a gratifying boost to court tracks that have held their own to a widespread audience after working their way up from the underground or clubbing outskirts in a pleasingly natural advance. After ruling Ibiza waves and lighting up London — leading to a ten-party/country birthday jump-off — PU’s 24-track document will set barbeques a-sizzle, pouring plenty of recognizable arm-raisers into a funky sing-it-back punchbowl, served by a crew of get down-guarantors.

Boarding the Boat disc, Fish Go Deep’s “The Cure & the Cause” continues to dart with the suppleness of a veteran Yoga instructor, telling Harry Romero’s Chicago throwback “I Go Back” to breathe more easily. Vocal staples from Joey Negro, ATFC, Soul Central, Bob Sinclar and Blaze are tunes most can greet with a weekend-has-landed grin, modern greats that once docked will have you whistling them on your way to work.

With Swedish House Mafia and Axwell about to start their bids for world domination (or before the piano riffs became too much), the big room Club disc takes up the baton for wanting to wear the next clubber’s sweat, Avicii and The Freaks involved in showing how well your deodorant’s performing. With EDM a transparent presence without it being nauseating, Pukka Up blow a kiss at rivals getting both the compilation and the classics market wrong. X marks the spot.

File under: Junior Jack, Sam Obernik, D Ramirez

Album Review: Minilogue / ‘Blomma’ (Cocoon)

Minilogue Blomma

★★★☆☆

Sebastian Mullaert and Marcus Henriksson flicker, disappear then reemerge behind you on an ultimate in mind, body and soul disciplining, sounding so far away yet following you closely. The Swedes perform a synesthetic Morse Code backed by simmering swells. Minilogue don’t specifically aim for widescreen highs, preferring a degree of the grounded so they can dance and unwind to the light of neon-bulbed shapeshifting akin to a jellyfish lightshow.

Deep house beats on “Everything is All You’ve Got” are gently touched, a marveling trust exercise seeing you cradled should you stumble in slow motion. Teetering on the abstract with fades of pianos and blocks of misted instruments running leylines and a consuming angelic presence, “Atoms With Curiosity…” develops a full deep techno regime pushing down on your pleasure centres. Never found pausing despite a seemingly unending stillness, “Forgotten Memories” takes on a racing pulse in a suspended cardiac episode, still telling you to relax even if pupils are dilated.

The snug jazz ether of “Nor Coming Nor Going” and wispy nightcap of the album’s slowly-stirred remainder, support the longest of the eyes-wide-shut sessions “E de nÃ¥n hemma?” Almost an LP in its own right, its naturist scenery pulled from a sounds library, synth swirls, wind chimes, rolling waves and keyboard levitations are sent teleshopping for 45 minutes, until pangs of skepticism and free-minded improvisation seep in to find progression floating through space. For those with time on their side and a mind to flush out.

File under: Son Kite, Trimatic, Global Communication, DeepChord

Album Review: Andrew Bayer / ‘If It Were You, We’d Never Leave’ (Anjunabeats)

Andrew Bayer If It Were You We'd Never Leave

★★★☆☆

Soap operas, daytime dramas and ad breaks, Andrew Bayer is here for you. Should you not view his shoulder as a convenient one to lean on, prospects await from hitting notes and making feelings clear in all the right, digitally delicate places. The D.C. thought-processor’s chopped beats of “Opening Act” and trip-hoppy brinkmanship of the gnarled “Doomsday” show the follow-up to It’s Artificial is not all sentiment and schmaltz. From an assertive start though, Bayer is never gonna be a badboy.

Seeing the light, he analyses deeper and steadily starts staking out ambient pastures, using piano nostalgias (“All This Will Happen Again” suspending time with the most simple, emotive arrangement) and orchestral, widescreen designs, whirling around your nodding head until they form a halo. The levels of chill-out he achieves go from back-to-mine session with a little bit of the evening’s buzz still going round the room, to meditative stretches that only alone time can do justice to, mixing togetherness and sole/soul contentment, and the sentiment of whatever’s passed, tomorrow is a new day. Bayer also makes you understand his placement on Anjuna, converting trance power into a rolling, eyeball-moistening shimmer.

Valuable as a soft background hum or towering top-of-the-world declaration, putting feet back on the ground once chillwave starts to beckon is crucial to the album’s outlook, taking care of those who can’t quite shut off when downtime calls, and waking up those who’ve drifted away.

File under: Slacker, Underpass, Boom Jinx