Poet, performer and NTS host Natalia Panzer teams up with Voice Actor’s Levi Lanser on 'key', a hazed fuzz of spoken word draped in lush, romantic atmospheres and half-heard samples. Properly delicate, weird, polychromatic pulp for fans of Voice Actor, Salenta + Topu, Laila Sakini, Coby Sey, Tricky, Jörg Follert.
There's a soft power to 'key' that comes as a surprise; initially its pebbly kicks and lopsided piano drench Panzer's downplayed, stateless voice, almost vanishing into the room's ambiance. There's tension in the details: choppy, downsampled piano phrases stumble with the sprained muscle of Mobb Deep's enduring 'Shook Ones, Pt. II', and the stifled beat sounds like a hoarse scream from an imagined factory floor. Lanser was last spotted applying his production smarts to Voice Actor's brilliant 'Sent from my Telephone', and Panzer has spent years developing her spoken word, editing fanzines, writing prolifically and helming one of NTS's most curious monthlies, as well as appearing on records with Zaumne, Theodore Cale Schafer and the Daisart crew.
The pacing of ‘key’ adds to its gradual and eventual command of your attention; muggy, dissociated sounds emanate from every direction, often quite bewilderingly, although always with slow, considered momentum. Boom-bap references add an unfamiliar dynamic; on 'soft gaze', a nauseous, sub-aquatic drone and eerie, glassy prangs are overpowered by the kind of lilting, soulful chopped-n-screwed strums you'd expect to find on a Clams Casino production (we're thinking A$AP Rocky), and the lo-fi mood of 'demands of the times' is sensitively ruptured by Lanser's devious time-dilating production. "Feeling, stuck in throat, don't come," Panzer waxes through the gauzy crackles. Focus your ears, and you can pick out blues-y vocal remnants behind the blithe riffs. On “Same Same’ we’re reminded of Jörg Follert’s (at one time ubiquitous) album as Wunder, its iconic blues blurred by vapour. On ‘Underlies’ we feel the same sense of dissociated dread we got from Tricky’s ‘Strugglin’, a bruised husk of a song.
‘key’ is a curious record, one that stubbornly swerves easy categorisation. It’s too disorientating to work as an Ambient thing, too fractured for Trip Hop. Melodies dissolve before you’re able to make much sense of them, drums disintegrate, stories fall between the cracks. Like a great mixtape, and in the best way, it takes a few rotations to fully comprehend what the hell you’re listening to.
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Poet, performer and NTS host Natalia Panzer teams up with Voice Actor’s Levi Lanser on 'key', a hazed fuzz of spoken word draped in lush, romantic atmospheres and half-heard samples. Properly delicate, weird, polychromatic pulp for fans of Voice Actor, Salenta + Topu, Laila Sakini, Coby Sey, Tricky, Jörg Follert.
There's a soft power to 'key' that comes as a surprise; initially its pebbly kicks and lopsided piano drench Panzer's downplayed, stateless voice, almost vanishing into the room's ambiance. There's tension in the details: choppy, downsampled piano phrases stumble with the sprained muscle of Mobb Deep's enduring 'Shook Ones, Pt. II', and the stifled beat sounds like a hoarse scream from an imagined factory floor. Lanser was last spotted applying his production smarts to Voice Actor's brilliant 'Sent from my Telephone', and Panzer has spent years developing her spoken word, editing fanzines, writing prolifically and helming one of NTS's most curious monthlies, as well as appearing on records with Zaumne, Theodore Cale Schafer and the Daisart crew.
The pacing of ‘key’ adds to its gradual and eventual command of your attention; muggy, dissociated sounds emanate from every direction, often quite bewilderingly, although always with slow, considered momentum. Boom-bap references add an unfamiliar dynamic; on 'soft gaze', a nauseous, sub-aquatic drone and eerie, glassy prangs are overpowered by the kind of lilting, soulful chopped-n-screwed strums you'd expect to find on a Clams Casino production (we're thinking A$AP Rocky), and the lo-fi mood of 'demands of the times' is sensitively ruptured by Lanser's devious time-dilating production. "Feeling, stuck in throat, don't come," Panzer waxes through the gauzy crackles. Focus your ears, and you can pick out blues-y vocal remnants behind the blithe riffs. On “Same Same’ we’re reminded of Jörg Follert’s (at one time ubiquitous) album as Wunder, its iconic blues blurred by vapour. On ‘Underlies’ we feel the same sense of dissociated dread we got from Tricky’s ‘Strugglin’, a bruised husk of a song.
‘key’ is a curious record, one that stubbornly swerves easy categorisation. It’s too disorientating to work as an Ambient thing, too fractured for Trip Hop. Melodies dissolve before you’re able to make much sense of them, drums disintegrate, stories fall between the cracks. Like a great mixtape, and in the best way, it takes a few rotations to fully comprehend what the hell you’re listening to.
Poet, performer and NTS host Natalia Panzer teams up with Voice Actor’s Levi Lanser on 'key', a hazed fuzz of spoken word draped in lush, romantic atmospheres and half-heard samples. Properly delicate, weird, polychromatic pulp for fans of Voice Actor, Salenta + Topu, Laila Sakini, Coby Sey, Tricky, Jörg Follert.
There's a soft power to 'key' that comes as a surprise; initially its pebbly kicks and lopsided piano drench Panzer's downplayed, stateless voice, almost vanishing into the room's ambiance. There's tension in the details: choppy, downsampled piano phrases stumble with the sprained muscle of Mobb Deep's enduring 'Shook Ones, Pt. II', and the stifled beat sounds like a hoarse scream from an imagined factory floor. Lanser was last spotted applying his production smarts to Voice Actor's brilliant 'Sent from my Telephone', and Panzer has spent years developing her spoken word, editing fanzines, writing prolifically and helming one of NTS's most curious monthlies, as well as appearing on records with Zaumne, Theodore Cale Schafer and the Daisart crew.
The pacing of ‘key’ adds to its gradual and eventual command of your attention; muggy, dissociated sounds emanate from every direction, often quite bewilderingly, although always with slow, considered momentum. Boom-bap references add an unfamiliar dynamic; on 'soft gaze', a nauseous, sub-aquatic drone and eerie, glassy prangs are overpowered by the kind of lilting, soulful chopped-n-screwed strums you'd expect to find on a Clams Casino production (we're thinking A$AP Rocky), and the lo-fi mood of 'demands of the times' is sensitively ruptured by Lanser's devious time-dilating production. "Feeling, stuck in throat, don't come," Panzer waxes through the gauzy crackles. Focus your ears, and you can pick out blues-y vocal remnants behind the blithe riffs. On “Same Same’ we’re reminded of Jörg Follert’s (at one time ubiquitous) album as Wunder, its iconic blues blurred by vapour. On ‘Underlies’ we feel the same sense of dissociated dread we got from Tricky’s ‘Strugglin’, a bruised husk of a song.
‘key’ is a curious record, one that stubbornly swerves easy categorisation. It’s too disorientating to work as an Ambient thing, too fractured for Trip Hop. Melodies dissolve before you’re able to make much sense of them, drums disintegrate, stories fall between the cracks. Like a great mixtape, and in the best way, it takes a few rotations to fully comprehend what the hell you’re listening to.
Poet, performer and NTS host Natalia Panzer teams up with Voice Actor’s Levi Lanser on 'key', a hazed fuzz of spoken word draped in lush, romantic atmospheres and half-heard samples. Properly delicate, weird, polychromatic pulp for fans of Voice Actor, Salenta + Topu, Laila Sakini, Coby Sey, Tricky, Jörg Follert.
There's a soft power to 'key' that comes as a surprise; initially its pebbly kicks and lopsided piano drench Panzer's downplayed, stateless voice, almost vanishing into the room's ambiance. There's tension in the details: choppy, downsampled piano phrases stumble with the sprained muscle of Mobb Deep's enduring 'Shook Ones, Pt. II', and the stifled beat sounds like a hoarse scream from an imagined factory floor. Lanser was last spotted applying his production smarts to Voice Actor's brilliant 'Sent from my Telephone', and Panzer has spent years developing her spoken word, editing fanzines, writing prolifically and helming one of NTS's most curious monthlies, as well as appearing on records with Zaumne, Theodore Cale Schafer and the Daisart crew.
The pacing of ‘key’ adds to its gradual and eventual command of your attention; muggy, dissociated sounds emanate from every direction, often quite bewilderingly, although always with slow, considered momentum. Boom-bap references add an unfamiliar dynamic; on 'soft gaze', a nauseous, sub-aquatic drone and eerie, glassy prangs are overpowered by the kind of lilting, soulful chopped-n-screwed strums you'd expect to find on a Clams Casino production (we're thinking A$AP Rocky), and the lo-fi mood of 'demands of the times' is sensitively ruptured by Lanser's devious time-dilating production. "Feeling, stuck in throat, don't come," Panzer waxes through the gauzy crackles. Focus your ears, and you can pick out blues-y vocal remnants behind the blithe riffs. On “Same Same’ we’re reminded of Jörg Follert’s (at one time ubiquitous) album as Wunder, its iconic blues blurred by vapour. On ‘Underlies’ we feel the same sense of dissociated dread we got from Tricky’s ‘Strugglin’, a bruised husk of a song.
‘key’ is a curious record, one that stubbornly swerves easy categorisation. It’s too disorientating to work as an Ambient thing, too fractured for Trip Hop. Melodies dissolve before you’re able to make much sense of them, drums disintegrate, stories fall between the cracks. Like a great mixtape, and in the best way, it takes a few rotations to fully comprehend what the hell you’re listening to.
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Poet, performer and NTS host Natalia Panzer teams up with Voice Actor’s Levi Lanser on 'key', a hazed fuzz of spoken word draped in lush, romantic atmospheres and half-heard samples. Properly delicate, weird, polychromatic pulp for fans of Voice Actor, Salenta + Topu, Laila Sakini, Coby Sey, Tricky, Jörg Follert.
There's a soft power to 'key' that comes as a surprise; initially its pebbly kicks and lopsided piano drench Panzer's downplayed, stateless voice, almost vanishing into the room's ambiance. There's tension in the details: choppy, downsampled piano phrases stumble with the sprained muscle of Mobb Deep's enduring 'Shook Ones, Pt. II', and the stifled beat sounds like a hoarse scream from an imagined factory floor. Lanser was last spotted applying his production smarts to Voice Actor's brilliant 'Sent from my Telephone', and Panzer has spent years developing her spoken word, editing fanzines, writing prolifically and helming one of NTS's most curious monthlies, as well as appearing on records with Zaumne, Theodore Cale Schafer and the Daisart crew.
The pacing of ‘key’ adds to its gradual and eventual command of your attention; muggy, dissociated sounds emanate from every direction, often quite bewilderingly, although always with slow, considered momentum. Boom-bap references add an unfamiliar dynamic; on 'soft gaze', a nauseous, sub-aquatic drone and eerie, glassy prangs are overpowered by the kind of lilting, soulful chopped-n-screwed strums you'd expect to find on a Clams Casino production (we're thinking A$AP Rocky), and the lo-fi mood of 'demands of the times' is sensitively ruptured by Lanser's devious time-dilating production. "Feeling, stuck in throat, don't come," Panzer waxes through the gauzy crackles. Focus your ears, and you can pick out blues-y vocal remnants behind the blithe riffs. On “Same Same’ we’re reminded of Jörg Follert’s (at one time ubiquitous) album as Wunder, its iconic blues blurred by vapour. On ‘Underlies’ we feel the same sense of dissociated dread we got from Tricky’s ‘Strugglin’, a bruised husk of a song.
‘key’ is a curious record, one that stubbornly swerves easy categorisation. It’s too disorientating to work as an Ambient thing, too fractured for Trip Hop. Melodies dissolve before you’re able to make much sense of them, drums disintegrate, stories fall between the cracks. Like a great mixtape, and in the best way, it takes a few rotations to fully comprehend what the hell you’re listening to.