EXPOSITIONS : NIGHTS AT CASA ANA [Balearic Social]
€16.00
Catalogue : Balearic Social / BSR010
Format : LP
Condition : New
Country : UK
Released : 2020
Genre : Balearic, Disco
'The EP sees Reuben moving slightly away from downtempo pop towards fever dream fantasies and drug-induced paradises. The whole thing comprising a journey in extended balearic jamming only rivaled by Max Essa’s 'Panoramic Suite.' As for the other two tracks, we are treated to shorter, though no less expansive adventures, both featuring acid house bassline percolations and further trippy Spanish spoken word sampling. 'Misterioso' sets a filmic dancefloor gallop beneath jangling western guitars, sea-crystal melodies, mellotronic prog flutes, sci-fi synth leads, chanted breaths, and layers of extasy laughter while in 'Tomate tu tiempo,' machine beats lock into a samba-esque swing, AOR guitars ride a warming summer wind, marimba fractals surround woodwind lullabies, soulful chords stoke vibes of 70s disco intoxication, and starbeam fusion solos dance through layers of seaspray while neon-hued acid tracers fire gently across the mind.'
Format : LP
Condition : New
Country : UK
Released : 2020
Genre : Balearic, Disco
'The EP sees Reuben moving slightly away from downtempo pop towards fever dream fantasies and drug-induced paradises. The whole thing comprising a journey in extended balearic jamming only rivaled by Max Essa’s 'Panoramic Suite.' As for the other two tracks, we are treated to shorter, though no less expansive adventures, both featuring acid house bassline percolations and further trippy Spanish spoken word sampling. 'Misterioso' sets a filmic dancefloor gallop beneath jangling western guitars, sea-crystal melodies, mellotronic prog flutes, sci-fi synth leads, chanted breaths, and layers of extasy laughter while in 'Tomate tu tiempo,' machine beats lock into a samba-esque swing, AOR guitars ride a warming summer wind, marimba fractals surround woodwind lullabies, soulful chords stoke vibes of 70s disco intoxication, and starbeam fusion solos dance through layers of seaspray while neon-hued acid tracers fire gently across the mind.'