Alexander and Sebastian Schwarz are two brothers that ensure the maintenance of class with the elite from the German electronic many years under the label Tiefschwarz . Their last album "Chocolate" , released on their label Remembrance Records with the enlightened support of Philipp Meier alias Health production, is again clear evidence: chocolate soothes the pain and Tiefschwarz , it kills!
From the intro to this album, we dive into a world worthy of the best fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm, between the darkness of a bitter chocolate and the sweetness of a child Kinder Schokolade.
fantasizing Tiefschwarzien thus opens with the best track on the album in my opinion: Home . By Hansel and Gretel have long transformed the house of sweets in high-tech home studio which was the source of the rhythmic tech-house wagging merrily on sublime and hypnotic basslines deep house, all enriched by the haunting voice sensually Daniel Wilde. You can almost believe that Matthew Dear is hidden behind the machines, but not. It continues the sound of witchcraft Schwarz brothers with titles much more shamanic ( Kraft, Legends, Black Tick ). Special mention for hanging melody Legends while subtlety of string arpeggios, a totally enchanted flute and percussion resonances sometimes dry and sometimes metal. Of great art, the praline.
Then comes the second collaboration of this album: Dave Aju . On the track I can not resist , words alone are used to understand the mood voodoo-ising of the track ("My mind is open, my body floating SI, My Soul Is tuxedo for you"). The whole statement sauce made in Aju crazy: friction of bones, slamming doors and imaginary ghost hoots animist mescaline. Real dark chocolate with chilli. What you want us back slowly to the surface and brings us with delight to Bon Voyage which completes our walk through a clearing fertilized by all the sentimental epic of a young life. We just wanted to put his head against the window and watch the road map alone, leaving gianduja melt on her tongue. Trust wakes us rather abruptly with the groove near its Yiddish clarinets, interspersed xylo Africanization and symphonic strings later. Mustache Seth Troxler tickles the microphone, his lips were licked production, and ultimately this merry mess comes a title that can be compared to a chocolate roasted almond: strangely refined and delicate. Babel then gently brings us to the fourth and last collaboration album: Find Me . Here Cassy interfered his voice on a track while murmurs minimalist side of warped bass and echoes floating like ghosts lost in a haunted house. The groove is undeniable, the fineness of production and also its complete analysis becomes almost insulting to the depth of the song. Stones we let a few bubbles resonate in the eardrums without much impact. But The Whistler falls squarely level with a killer track-worthy Nôze where blackbirds whistling merry obsessively on a very similar bassline Crescendolls of Daft Punk, all supported by bearings boastful. The groove is definitely there, haunting melody, too, the feet are dancing alone, the spirit escapes, happiness is alert, the twinkle of the liquor in the heart of chocolate. Scherbenbringenglück subtly lets us glimpse a disturbing piece of jungle that comes quickly to improve on the orchestrations of a filmographic Tuning very dub.
And we finish this big bar of Chocolate 12am on , while depth and rhythmic black. As a dive outing to the heart of the cocoa.
So faced with this album, I tell you, gentlemen Schwarz, Nightcap.
Fred.
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