The return of Wasserfall to the Workshop brings a bunch of well-informed, beautifully executed & idiosyncratic tunes that represent our man so well.
Charlie, the opener is kind of oddball, jazzed out, abstract house with a strange Charlie Parker homage. Stoned mumbles murk around ideally tuned rimshots and double bass flecks that 'cheekily' plod about sounding like a stumbling one man band.
Solid and bumping, Semidaler is gloriously defined by dense mysticism. Sumptuous sample work clocked by a deliciously repetitious and evolved sub pulse.
The similarly veined Tardigrades yields tearduct affecting allure. Intimately expansive, on the rest-assuring tip!
Sobering Voluspaa's funk eclipses it's melancholy vibe of solitary plight with a back room smoke up. Enlisting a heads down arm rubs, a delicate transcendance and A GROOVE.
Conglomorate delivers another vibe to hug the downstairs wall by. Its ability to hold a moment makes 7 minutes feel like 5 seconds. Tackle indeed for the basement bound.
pos | title |
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A1 | Charlie |
A2 | Semidaler |
B1 | Tardigrades |
B2 | Voluspaa |