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Niagara
De Motu
𝙋𝙧í𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙉𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝟳𝟲 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚-𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙘 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙨-𝙮 𝙚𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮.
As with the trio’s previous pair of LPs, the cassette format proves an ideal canvas to showcase Niagara’s peculiar sound in long form. Through seamless but asymmetric transitions that run like a mixtape, they stitch myriad productions with a knotty intuition best to represent their unique bent on club hydrodynamics and hypnosis honed over the course of dozens of releases since 2013.
For the locked-in duration they remind us of E.R.P./Convextion or the flow of NWAQ in the album’s absorbing arrangement of lissom, insistent grooves and harmonised synth colours that feel as though they naturally occur and bleed, ribboning into each next piece for holistic immersion.
The first side trots to a steady 120 pace propelled by breezy pads dusted thru subaquatic caverns of light-bending melody and passages reminding us of Kassem Mosse via Actress in their coarse traction, or even Jamal Moss at his most reflective, ultimately shoring up in weightless but forward pulses. The B-side picks up the tempo to a thrumming Detroit techno velocity akin to the recent Howard Thomas album or classic Rob Hood , maintaining the pressure with a slinky, refined guile that sounds like a recall of times well spent in the dance.
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