Hooverphonic
Blue Wonder Powder Milk
[Epic]
Rating: 7.1
Sometimes it comes like this. I'm hunched over my keyboard in the blue glow of
the monitor, head in hands, fingers in hair, the music blasting deep into my skull.
It has to happen like this. I run and run to try to catch the spirit of the album,
the spirit of the word, the life of a joke, everything. Allowing depths of
selflessness where the music becomes both soundtrack and cocoon, then trying to
emerge, a butterfly from the crysalis, to write about it. Sometimes it comes like
this.
It's a cool place there-- lonely drumbeats, hollow voices, touches of moonlit
horns. Geike and Alex Callier's vocals call forth in a lazy embrace, wisping
through elliptic lyrics like smoke from an opium pipe. It summons daydreams of
rainy european streets reeking of reluctant despair. Voices come and voices go,
bits of old records, unknown samples, sounds, some apperaring for a moment and
gone, some deemed to return like an addiction. Autumn is here and it speaks
to the emotion of the fireplace, snow and your smoky breath wisping through
your eyelashes.
Is love like this, a hopefully full cup of despair? Will the
moan of cellos accompany lifetimes of dismembered moments and intoxicated
fate? Oh, Hooverphonic, you fill my rainy days with the delicious sentimental
wonder of all of the chilly half- remembered autumn days that litter my past.
For your occasional moments of funkiness and your softcore drum-n-bass beats, you
still drive the heartbeat groove deep, baby. Uh-huh. Look at Callier, dipping his
fingers into wacky samples and fukked-up sounds! Go, you crafty mutha! It's a
sublime sort of thing people, for ingestion when relaxing, having sex, or
driving silently through the night. Sometimes it comes like this.
-James P. Wisdom