Now this is right up my alley. It’s a very noir, jazz/trip-hop fusion that stays maybe 80% or so on the jazz side; it has just enough extra texture and processing to kick up the haunting factor, but it avoids the fate of your average “downtempo” electronic record by staying focused on real instruments, real improvisation and real emotion.
“Head-nodding” is too casual to describe the weight of the production on this instrumental hip-hop joint. It’s heavier, more exotic, more alien.
Shimmering, quiet and crystalline: the perfect music for a cool night on the deck, letting the slow breeze brush across your skin, staring up into the inky sky.
Yet another excellent record from the Australian hip-hop scene crosses my plate this year. But where Hash Butta Synergy felt more like a classic b-boy showdown, Soundtrack reminds me of a Run the Jewels cut, with bracingly futuristic production and dystopian lyricism (isn’t it frustrating that topical lyrics these days are necessarily dystopian?).
I guess I’ve slept on Ruby Velle and her crew for quite a while. This record is brilliant, though, a perfect example of the modern funk/soul/Motown sound. If the title track here doesn’t make you groove, I don’t know what will.