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HOLLYWOOD
Genre | Electronic & Dance |
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Format | VINYL |
Cat. no | MULEMUSIQ277 |
Label | MULE MUSIQ |
Artist | SUPERPITCHER |
Release Date | 02/09/2022 |
Carrier | LP |
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A. Chapter 1 (19:48) B. Chapter 2 (20:06) In the gutter lie sun dried leaves, scraps of paper, burnt matches and cigarette butts. It is early morning; the sun rises with warm grace. you've come to the right party... you see, the body of a young man sitting by a pool, nobody important, really. Just a movie writer with a couple of "b" pictures to his credit. He always wanted a pool. Well, in the end he got himself a pool, but let's go back some time and find the day when it all started in šHollywood,› the place where they pay a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul. Three years after he celebrated šSketch of Japan› EP, Superpitcher returns to Mule Musiq, bringing an epic super-pitched 40 minutes trip named šHollywood›, that perfectly works as the score for the above remixed opening scene of a famous movie on the trances of Hollywood, the cage, that catch our dreams. It™s a slow grower, incorporating some of core elements of the city of celluloid dreams: action, drama, romance - all epic noir and yet so flooded by light. As ever the producer and DJ from Paris garnished his long building up and going down voyage with se-ducing melodies, glamorous pop, and psychic rhythms, creating the hippy dance ambiences he is famed for. Even though the twelve inch comes in accustomed a/b chapters, šHollywood› should be perceived in one go to feel the depth of Superpitcher™s tropical leaning story arc, that stretches the idea of a track into a dream of satin teardrops on flickering velvet lights. It paints sonic celluloid pictures of ghostly creatures, while a female/male voice is the music™s constant melodic companion, injection Janus-faced longing dream pop spheres on the overall tripping house melancholy. A heroic electronic drama, elegant as Tamara de Lempicka painting. It asks for endless rides on the Hollywood freeways. in the back the sun a big orange ball sinking slowly below the horizon. You've come to the right party... you see, the body of a young man sitting by a pool, in the back a long, graceful bar, bathed in soft light, filled with elegant customers. There's nothing else, just us and the music and those wonderful people out there in the dark, ready for a divine dance in closeup.