The light, skittering drums that revolve around the mix make up this album’s heart and soul, Anadol, as she shares her perspective on the world. The sonic experimentation keeps each groove fresh. I find myself humming the mesmerizing bass lines as I do daily tasks.
I’m driving downtown on a busy day as everyone’s going to work, swerving, and cursing at nearby drivers in good faith, knowing that if I ever fuck up, they’ll return the favor. The grooves aren’t all that is mesmerizing; the jazzy riffs and synthesized tones ripple through the mix, reminding me of more forward-thinking exotica, or lounge music from the Blade Runner universe.
I picture detectives from the 80s using “hip” tools that they don’t show in movies—well, they wouldn’t know, because they also don’t watch movies. The revelations that close one case blow the lid off another, keeping the wonderful cycle of cool murder mysteries moving along—and adding another album to the soundtrack anthology that accompanies their heroic deeds.
The sounds are deft and deliberate, organic and synthetic. It’s multifaceted. If that’s your cup of tea, I highly recommend listening to Anadol’s fantastic introduction, Uzun Havalar.