Review Summary: Night walks
I am lost under the city lights, wandering through the neon stacked alleys of Tokyo while rain pours down like a celestial shower over the million souls that march through this shimmering display. Some head home, yearning for safe haven while others prefer to let the beast take over, drunk of themselves with ethanol fuelled euphoria, no matter who they were today, they now belong to the night.
Sangam's synth skyline lays the path before me, as he always does the very first day of the year in some kind of unspoken agreement or rootless ritual that none of us know about. The prolific UK producer retaliates in his second effort with Shawn Izaddoost a.k.a. VVV, a curator of sample voices, lo-fi beats and an extra layer of nocturnal praise that benefits and enhances Sangam’s vaporwave with a myriad of bewildering sounds and accents. As the fading voices of “Lost Sands” and “Logic Erasers” merge in my head with those of the metropolis inhabitants that surround me the minutes pass and I am getting nowhere, but I feel committed to this walk. The need to press on becomes an obsession, the candid look of a beautiful girl, the mesmerising flickering of kanji, the diligent drops on a metal staircase nearby... I relish every little detail with so much zeal that I almost become shapeless.
Tomorrow Comes doesn’t haste to get to any end or destination, instead, it delights itself comfortably submerged in the void of its emotions while the hours slip away, oblivious and ecstatic, and for what is worth tonight, so do I.
