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ARTIST
TITLE
Honolulu
FORMAT
12"
LABEL
CATALOG #
CADENZA 019EP
CADENZA 019EP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
9/24/2007
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"Mere months after releasing their Anticlockwise album, Digitaline are back with a big, cresting wave of a tune, 'Honolulu,' backed by an equally massive remix by Luciano himself. Digitaline -- the Lausanne/Berlin-based duo of Laps and Gregorythme -- pull out all the stops on 'Honolulu' -- Digitaline's 'Kamehameha I' version. In surfing, you'd call this one a triple-overhead, fit only for long boards. Make that really long boards, as the track is a 17-minute long thrill ride of choppy white water and tubing smooth as glass. Skewed tribal drumming and scattershot percussion kick things off with a generous intro that grows and grows, building tension with eerie keyboard smears and snatches of murmured vocals. The groove is so cork screwed it's almost, well, screwy, silencing the kick drum and coasting on the off beats before diving back into the fray with a splash of hand claps. An insistent bass bounce is the skeg keeping things on course until, roughly halfway in, the low end opens up and whoosh: smooth cruising through deep blue waters flecked silver and gold, as elements tumble into the depths and surface again, spluttering, borne steadily forward on a pulse as regular as the tide. Challenging? You bet, but that's the beauty of it: the sticker may say 'Don't try this at home,' but you simply can't resist riding this one. On Luciano's 'Liliuokalani Remix,' he wrings things out and brings it all back to dry land, focusing his attentions on sticks 'n' stones percussion and nosing his way into a labyrinth of hand claps and delay. Where so much of Digitaline's 'Kamehameha I' track is about subtraction, sucking out the beats where you expect them to be, Luciano's 'Liliuokalani Remix' is its additive inverse, ever-so-subtly laying down layer after layer of chattering percussion and misty delay, until every molecule in the sound field seems to sparkle with energy. Everywhere you listen, in the space behind every note, something is happening; every sound seems fringed with tiny tendrils."
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