Theo Parrish’s 2007 masterpiece is back in circulation for those who missed out first time round or can’t suffer steep 2nd hand prices - packing a whole 2+ hour odyssey ready for nights in or on the road.
Depending on your perspective, ’Sound Sculptures Vol.1’ is a reflective fin de siècle of the OG house era by its renaissance man and torch carrier, Theo Parrish, who nonetheless keeps stoking its embers of blues, soul, disco and all that jazz, deep into a new century.
By ’07 his fellow Americans were still largely ignorant of house’s music brilliant legacy, and already claiming dubstep as a ground zero of EDM, and not the shit right under their noses, but Theo stuck to his guns to resonate with the faithful both at home in power hubs such as the Chi, 313, NYC, and ATL, and his legion adoring acolytes in the Afro-diaspora around the UK and europe.
Replete with hip hop style skits that litter the definitive, longer version, the album swans from his history of ‘Black Music’ reeling of references to Coltrane, Sun Ra, Funkadelic, Herbie Hancock, et al, thru to a cruise-mode ode to the Chicago interstate highway, modal house swag in ‘Love triumphant’, and signature greazey treacle in the likes of ’Stomp Yo Feet (Pt.1)’, a nasty ‘Synthetic Flemm’ ft. Omar-S (that would come to be covered by Shit & Shine and prove how Theo’s genius transcended borders), a cosmic house stepper ‘Galactic Ancestor’, the stop/start body slap of ‘Soul Control’, and swingeing jazz-funk broken beats of ‘Usually Suspected / The Quest’ ft. Amp Fiddler (RIP).
Classique.
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Theo Parrish’s 2007 masterpiece is back in circulation for those who missed out first time round or can’t suffer steep 2nd hand prices - packing a whole 2+ hour odyssey ready for nights in or on the road.
Depending on your perspective, ’Sound Sculptures Vol.1’ is a reflective fin de siècle of the OG house era by its renaissance man and torch carrier, Theo Parrish, who nonetheless keeps stoking its embers of blues, soul, disco and all that jazz, deep into a new century.
By ’07 his fellow Americans were still largely ignorant of house’s music brilliant legacy, and already claiming dubstep as a ground zero of EDM, and not the shit right under their noses, but Theo stuck to his guns to resonate with the faithful both at home in power hubs such as the Chi, 313, NYC, and ATL, and his legion adoring acolytes in the Afro-diaspora around the UK and europe.
Replete with hip hop style skits that litter the definitive, longer version, the album swans from his history of ‘Black Music’ reeling of references to Coltrane, Sun Ra, Funkadelic, Herbie Hancock, et al, thru to a cruise-mode ode to the Chicago interstate highway, modal house swag in ‘Love triumphant’, and signature greazey treacle in the likes of ’Stomp Yo Feet (Pt.1)’, a nasty ‘Synthetic Flemm’ ft. Omar-S (that would come to be covered by Shit & Shine and prove how Theo’s genius transcended borders), a cosmic house stepper ‘Galactic Ancestor’, the stop/start body slap of ‘Soul Control’, and swingeing jazz-funk broken beats of ‘Usually Suspected / The Quest’ ft. Amp Fiddler (RIP).
Classique.
Theo Parrish’s 2007 masterpiece is back in circulation for those who missed out first time round or can’t suffer steep 2nd hand prices - packing a whole 2+ hour odyssey ready for nights in or on the road.
Depending on your perspective, ’Sound Sculptures Vol.1’ is a reflective fin de siècle of the OG house era by its renaissance man and torch carrier, Theo Parrish, who nonetheless keeps stoking its embers of blues, soul, disco and all that jazz, deep into a new century.
By ’07 his fellow Americans were still largely ignorant of house’s music brilliant legacy, and already claiming dubstep as a ground zero of EDM, and not the shit right under their noses, but Theo stuck to his guns to resonate with the faithful both at home in power hubs such as the Chi, 313, NYC, and ATL, and his legion adoring acolytes in the Afro-diaspora around the UK and europe.
Replete with hip hop style skits that litter the definitive, longer version, the album swans from his history of ‘Black Music’ reeling of references to Coltrane, Sun Ra, Funkadelic, Herbie Hancock, et al, thru to a cruise-mode ode to the Chicago interstate highway, modal house swag in ‘Love triumphant’, and signature greazey treacle in the likes of ’Stomp Yo Feet (Pt.1)’, a nasty ‘Synthetic Flemm’ ft. Omar-S (that would come to be covered by Shit & Shine and prove how Theo’s genius transcended borders), a cosmic house stepper ‘Galactic Ancestor’, the stop/start body slap of ‘Soul Control’, and swingeing jazz-funk broken beats of ‘Usually Suspected / The Quest’ ft. Amp Fiddler (RIP).
Classique.
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Theo Parrish’s 2007 masterpiece is back in circulation for those who missed out first time round or can’t suffer steep 2nd hand prices - packing a whole 2+ hour odyssey ready for nights in or on the road.
Depending on your perspective, ’Sound Sculptures Vol.1’ is a reflective fin de siècle of the OG house era by its renaissance man and torch carrier, Theo Parrish, who nonetheless keeps stoking its embers of blues, soul, disco and all that jazz, deep into a new century.
By ’07 his fellow Americans were still largely ignorant of house’s music brilliant legacy, and already claiming dubstep as a ground zero of EDM, and not the shit right under their noses, but Theo stuck to his guns to resonate with the faithful both at home in power hubs such as the Chi, 313, NYC, and ATL, and his legion adoring acolytes in the Afro-diaspora around the UK and europe.
Replete with hip hop style skits that litter the definitive, longer version, the album swans from his history of ‘Black Music’ reeling of references to Coltrane, Sun Ra, Funkadelic, Herbie Hancock, et al, thru to a cruise-mode ode to the Chicago interstate highway, modal house swag in ‘Love triumphant’, and signature greazey treacle in the likes of ’Stomp Yo Feet (Pt.1)’, a nasty ‘Synthetic Flemm’ ft. Omar-S (that would come to be covered by Shit & Shine and prove how Theo’s genius transcended borders), a cosmic house stepper ‘Galactic Ancestor’, the stop/start body slap of ‘Soul Control’, and swingeing jazz-funk broken beats of ‘Usually Suspected / The Quest’ ft. Amp Fiddler (RIP).
Classique.