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ARTIST
TITLE
No Way To Norway
FORMAT
CD
LABEL
CATALOG #
OSLO 001CD
OSLO 001CD
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
11/22/2011
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Oslo's debut compilation CD No Way To Norway, which is compiled and mixed by its label head Federico Molinari, attempts to put the focus firmly back on the DJ. The special mix CD contains ONLY unreleased and exclusive tracks from 20 of the most exciting producers in underground house and techno. And in a major break from tradition, the mix album does not have a tracklist. Instead, it comes with only an alphabetical list of the artist contributors, which means the listener will not know which producer made each track. That's not to say that the Mannheim-based label doesn't respect its artists. On the contrary, by keeping the CD's tracks completely anonymous, it allows the listener to fully immerse themselves into the mix without prejudice. And with all of the contributors shown equal respect and disregard, the listener is more able to fully appreciate the artistry behind the mix. Altogether 20 known and respected artists (mostly Oslo favorites, some new to the label) provided 18 exclusive and unreleased tracks for No Way To Norway. They are: Christian Burkhardt, Damian Schwartz, Einzelkind, Ernesto Ferreyra, Franco Cinelli, Guillaume & The Coutu Dumonts (feat. Qzen), Ivel Tax, Johnny D, Juan Sorrentino, Skipson, Leonel Castillo, Maayan Nidam, Michael Melchner, Markus Fix, Noidoi, Reboot, Ray Okpara & Nekes, and Sascha Dive. Federico Molinari's 79-minute voyage begins with an atmospheric wave of sound. Digital bleeps and instrumental moans somehow tie the past and the present together. A deep, muted house groove kicks and grows in confidence, as a party forms around it. Disco moments and loose drums rise and fall. Soulful male and female vocals hypnotize, spiritualize and energize. Sweet keys flow in and out of the mix. Rough kicks and analog hits urge you to move. Wet and dry sound FX compete for dominance with each one providing convincing dancefloor arguments. A hotbed of rhythms bubble and sizzle, as lines of melody and crooked beats worm their way into ever more potent combinations. Basslines punch and growl purposefully. Soaring breakdowns, tribal drops, unstoppable momentum, inescapable soul; and then before you know it, the journey is over and you are cast out of the warm and moist womb of sound into the harsh and cold reality of our concrete world. You press play again.
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