Transmuteo

Transmuteo

I can't even tell you how important this record has been to me over the past several weeks, leading up to the insanity of a September that will revolve around a stressful festival that involves what seems like millions of hours of planning, budgeting... but guess what?

"I spend my money wisely."
"I spend my money wisely."
"I spend my money wisely."

I just have to keep telling myself stuff like that. Or, better yet, I just have to keep listening to Transmuteo's full-length for Aguirre, which tells me stuff like that. The album begins with a series of self-help affirmations listed off from an attractive sounding woman, but it's not just her and her smokey voice that is so reassuring. There's something endlessly comforting and warming about the viscuous, fluid environment of synthesizers that surround her prose and flood this recording. The New Orleans synth-scaper Jonathan Dean creates an enveloping dream that just won't end, one of black silicon skyway, the tunnels of which are all lit up along the sides with neon lights, a liquid painting of endless night, the deep end of a darkened swimming pool; Forever 4AM in a comatose stupor, blissfully exhausted and wonderfully warped into that invincibility mode the mind can get. Drink in hand or hands on the handlebars of a speeding motorcylce, or who the fuck cares what's happening tomorrow. It's a self-centered spa: Yours and yours alone, either submerged in cooling muds with pan flutes penetrating the positronic plinth of your psyche, or out late at the club when no one else is around, beats barren of any meaningful dance appeal, but there and banging like mad nonetheless. And sides A and B are split as such, with side B being more a much beat/rhythm-oriented counterpoint to A's soothing serenade. It's almost like we have two albums here, but they are bound indeed, spinning on the 'table with a headphone pre-amp pulsing these pure and gorgeous synth tones directly to your center of your brain... It's just the only way to do it. You wonder what could be of Transmuteo if he'd focus in on one or the other, but then you realize that it doesn't really matter, that all that matters is how genuinely good you feel when you're through with either side of the LP. So pick a mood, think about your own self-worth and then forget all of it and let Transmuteo decide for you. You'll be glad that you did.

I'm gonna do it again really quick, because I need it.

"My bank accounts are growing."
"My bank accounts are growing"
"My bank accounts are growing"

...ahhhhh.... I don't even care that it's not true.

Crawf

Transmuteo

Aguirre Records

August 19th, 2013