Luca Young crafts a hypnagogic birthing enclosure in the space created by this music, a space open for manifesting further gifts of reflective imagination.
A sun shower appears, a brief trickle of luminescent moments
Electric guitar glitch swims in out of phase and out of focus photographs recovered from a forgotten SD card on the first song, “Welcome to the Other Side.” It reminds me of the skipping CDs used by the likes of Oval, clicks stuttering over top of field recordings of what sound like an airport or train station (a place of departure and return). It’s arrival music from the place we’ve departed from. These mesmeric textured loops are structured around they hypnotic guitar lines, themselves looping. All cascade and oscillate into the fog of timbral static coming off the Pacific.
A disconsolate chord bathed in tape hiss and pitch shifted down starts “Pygmy Song.” The listening mind is teased by moments of reversed loops and the slide of fingers across the strings while glassy electronics appear for brief seconds in moments of fragility. Voices in staccato are cut and chopped alongside noisy high pitched tones who never overstay their welcome. It’s the music of dream memory trying to be captured and held onto, slipping away before it is fully grasped.
On “7073” pensive upbeat strings meet with bouncing ball sounds and echo effects before swimming into crystalline pools of translucent electro refraction. Sounds of wave release the surf to the shore, and liquid textures. Small schools of musical fish swarm together for a moment, then separate in the drift of gentle abstract pulses and beats, the glitter of tiny notes surfacing for a second and then disappearing back into the deep. A sun shower appears, a brief trickle of luminescent moments.
Directing the awakening of energy at the base of the spine ::
The sound of planes rising or descending and further airport like sounds merge in a miasmic gloop at the beginning of “Kundalini.” The woman’s voice over the loudspeaker is comforting, directing the awakening of energy at the base of the spine, third eye subtly tingling by the luminescent vibrations. Further voices seem to be run through a gated sequencer, garbled through formant filters, language reduced to phonemes in a downtempo melodic style then disappears along the drift of a smoothly changing line. Infinity is in the distance.
Part I of Infinite Lovers ends with the fifth track, “Ethiopia.” It’s starts with the ripple of tinkling pianos before building up successive pressure with louder playing, swoops of textural noise, warbling sonic transformations, glitch patterns, and long sweeps of filled with emotional grain.
On this release Luca Young “was stepping into new territory artistically, moving away from a previous project. I decided to release this music under my given name, shedding an old artistic identity. It felt like the right move — a more honest expression of the kind of music I wanted to make.”
The music is honest and unpretentious, warm and inviting. Leaving the skin of the old projects behind, he takes the listener on a voyage to the other side. It will be exciting to hear what comes with Part II.
Infinite Lovers, Pt. I is available on Lōʻihi. [Bandcamp]
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