Event Horizon - EP
Berceuse Heroique dive into deep antipodean waters and pull out this pearl from Melbourne’s Leo James, melding latter-day Larry Heard vibes and grooves with early Autechrian synth strokes in lushest, languorous style.
Run-in to run-out this is some truly sublime gear: entering with crepuscular pads and purring deep Chicago bassline hingeing around glittering triangle and pointillist hi-hats in Event Horizon, James’ jazz-wise suss soon comes into play thru nimble but sweetly modest turns-of-phrase and infiltrating samples that will quietly catch you off guard at silly O’clock in the morning, sounding something like a billion thizz dreams distilled into one gently lustrous stripe.
The Surface follows at that pace, driven by purposefully robust kick/bassline into a sort of slow-motion Euro-house-garage groove licked up with the kind of bleating sax line that was allowed in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s and, thanks to its emotive sincerity, still works today. However, if you want the big highlight, that would be Centre Of Time, a 20 minute beat-less number cut to the B-side, where he coaxes out a plangent, searching lead synth line recalling Alessandro Cortini on holiday or Vangelis melting in a sauna.
View more
Berceuse Heroique dive into deep antipodean waters and pull out this pearl from Melbourne’s Leo James, melding latter-day Larry Heard vibes and grooves with early Autechrian synth strokes in lushest, languorous style.
Run-in to run-out this is some truly sublime gear: entering with crepuscular pads and purring deep Chicago bassline hingeing around glittering triangle and pointillist hi-hats in Event Horizon, James’ jazz-wise suss soon comes into play thru nimble but sweetly modest turns-of-phrase and infiltrating samples that will quietly catch you off guard at silly O’clock in the morning, sounding something like a billion thizz dreams distilled into one gently lustrous stripe.
The Surface follows at that pace, driven by purposefully robust kick/bassline into a sort of slow-motion Euro-house-garage groove licked up with the kind of bleating sax line that was allowed in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s and, thanks to its emotive sincerity, still works today. However, if you want the big highlight, that would be Centre Of Time, a 20 minute beat-less number cut to the B-side, where he coaxes out a plangent, searching lead synth line recalling Alessandro Cortini on holiday or Vangelis melting in a sauna.
Berceuse Heroique dive into deep antipodean waters and pull out this pearl from Melbourne’s Leo James, melding latter-day Larry Heard vibes and grooves with early Autechrian synth strokes in lushest, languorous style.
Run-in to run-out this is some truly sublime gear: entering with crepuscular pads and purring deep Chicago bassline hingeing around glittering triangle and pointillist hi-hats in Event Horizon, James’ jazz-wise suss soon comes into play thru nimble but sweetly modest turns-of-phrase and infiltrating samples that will quietly catch you off guard at silly O’clock in the morning, sounding something like a billion thizz dreams distilled into one gently lustrous stripe.
The Surface follows at that pace, driven by purposefully robust kick/bassline into a sort of slow-motion Euro-house-garage groove licked up with the kind of bleating sax line that was allowed in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s and, thanks to its emotive sincerity, still works today. However, if you want the big highlight, that would be Centre Of Time, a 20 minute beat-less number cut to the B-side, where he coaxes out a plangent, searching lead synth line recalling Alessandro Cortini on holiday or Vangelis melting in a sauna.
Berceuse Heroique dive into deep antipodean waters and pull out this pearl from Melbourne’s Leo James, melding latter-day Larry Heard vibes and grooves with early Autechrian synth strokes in lushest, languorous style.
Run-in to run-out this is some truly sublime gear: entering with crepuscular pads and purring deep Chicago bassline hingeing around glittering triangle and pointillist hi-hats in Event Horizon, James’ jazz-wise suss soon comes into play thru nimble but sweetly modest turns-of-phrase and infiltrating samples that will quietly catch you off guard at silly O’clock in the morning, sounding something like a billion thizz dreams distilled into one gently lustrous stripe.
The Surface follows at that pace, driven by purposefully robust kick/bassline into a sort of slow-motion Euro-house-garage groove licked up with the kind of bleating sax line that was allowed in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s and, thanks to its emotive sincerity, still works today. However, if you want the big highlight, that would be Centre Of Time, a 20 minute beat-less number cut to the B-side, where he coaxes out a plangent, searching lead synth line recalling Alessandro Cortini on holiday or Vangelis melting in a sauna.
Back in stock.
Out of Stock
Berceuse Heroique dive into deep antipodean waters and pull out this pearl from Melbourne’s Leo James, melding latter-day Larry Heard vibes and grooves with early Autechrian synth strokes in lushest, languorous style.
Run-in to run-out this is some truly sublime gear: entering with crepuscular pads and purring deep Chicago bassline hingeing around glittering triangle and pointillist hi-hats in Event Horizon, James’ jazz-wise suss soon comes into play thru nimble but sweetly modest turns-of-phrase and infiltrating samples that will quietly catch you off guard at silly O’clock in the morning, sounding something like a billion thizz dreams distilled into one gently lustrous stripe.
The Surface follows at that pace, driven by purposefully robust kick/bassline into a sort of slow-motion Euro-house-garage groove licked up with the kind of bleating sax line that was allowed in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s and, thanks to its emotive sincerity, still works today. However, if you want the big highlight, that would be Centre Of Time, a 20 minute beat-less number cut to the B-side, where he coaxes out a plangent, searching lead synth line recalling Alessandro Cortini on holiday or Vangelis melting in a sauna.