Sometimes shit just falls into place after a freakin' STORM rages through our day-to-day. Just when I am convinced I'm the living, breathing embodiment of Murphy's Law, when every-damn-thing is fallin' to fuckin' pieces, something like The Orb comes back into our lives. Possibly one of my favorite all-around musical experiences via a group: The Orb represents so many different parts, so many times, and crazy chapters in my seemingly short-ass 41-yr old life. But, then again, I really didn't think I'd make it to forty... Probably for another column huh; or, more accurately, an appointment with my psychiatrist. Damn, there's a piece of their brilliance right there: Believe it or not. The ambient velvetiness of Cow / Chill Out World just rippled past my Teak E-MU Systems dynamic cans. This album is precisely what I needed to hear right this very moment. The crazy thing about that shit: If you asked me just a few moments ago what sort of music I was in the mood for, I don't think I would'v been able to adequately describe the sound my soul was seeking. Yeah I get it: More dirty-hippy bullshit. Hey: You listen to the wavy symphonic goopiness of "Wireless MK2" and tell me you're not crackin' a stupidly care-free smile like 2:45 in, and that rolling synth bass washes across the soundstage like cumulous sonic clouds. It's almost visual, like an audible painting at times. Really? Did that silly shit just come outta my brain (or, what I thought was in-fact a brain)? Yeah: Alright, OK, I might've had some experiences to The Orbs music that I can't blog about. I mean, not here anyway.
Just imagine long nights of loud underground dance music, sunsets with tons of dancin' fools, hands-raised durin' the sunrise. Listening to the atmospheric, industrial intro of the title track: "4AM Exhale (Chill Out, World!)" I'm picturing me and my old friends, three cars deep on the Whitestone Bridge in New York City. The morning air is crisp, and tastes a bit like salt and a city that never sleeps. We're cruisin', heading towards the attractive debauchery of broken beats and excessive intoxicants waiting for us at the after-party; where we imbibe until the sun creeps back around, and down the horizon. It's another night, and some of our bodies are yellin' NO! But our brains are sayin' YES! Some lose that battle, and retire to couches, floors, desks, and beds. A precious few of us head back to the club. Yup, we're completely out-of-our-collective-fuckin-mind. But we're smilin'! Now: Cow / Chill Out World doesn't sound like it would on the main dancefloor in that club, or any other for that matter (well, these days, with beds in clubs popular, who the hell knows actually) rather, this LP captures those magnificently fleeting moments before and after the madness of the dancefloor. You might be searchin' the sky for stars, and you look over at a lifelong friend you haven't seen in ten years. There's nothing that could be said so fast, during this shared gaze. You just smile at em, they smile at you, and you know life ain't too bad when you got peeps that love ya. When you have beautiful music like this to get you through. Yeah: More comin'... In the meantime just get the fuckin' record!
****Straight-Up: I'd like to keep flowin' on this right now, but I gotta save the full review/column for another publication for now! Hey! A brotha's gotta eat.****