Drumpoet Community: "Drumpoems - Verse 2“

Hypnotic ability: Lots of echo, repetition, and stifled primal screaming.

If you’ve ever read me you know that I like only a little Detroit/Chicago depth to my deep house – King Britt’s about the size of it – and this was a pleasant surprise of candy-coated drone.

I’d avoided the first comp from this community-minded DJ collective because of the title, figuring (and you can’t blame me for this, being that Compost has a bit-hit-and-big-miss history) it to be some bizarro attempt to weld, whatever, Aboriginal tribesmen to, whatever, probably oldschool acid jazz or some such ridiculousness. With lots of echo, repetition, and stifled primal screaming, this is the stuff that plays during the settle-in period at the club (more like the shopping montages on What Not to Wear), Detroit parsed through Euro-house, mostly supported by snappy-skippy runway-model hi-hats that break absolutely no ground whatsoever.

The test here is its hypnotic ability, and it’s more than successful toward that end. Some too-many-cooks missteps, like the utterly useless “Feelin’ It.”

By Eric Seager

Homepage: Compost Records