Yesterday, THE FIRST DAY OF SUMMER (finger crossed), came back from the pool with a sunburn on my neck, rinsed off, set up the perpetually askew record player, and put Jamie Lidell on the turntable. I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how you’re supposed to listen to this record: sundazed, fresh, scattered. The album is pure joy on a floppy disc, classic motown and disco soul bumping up against Prince-via-Basement-Jaxx robofunk. It was perfect, the music and me connected by a cartoon smile and the sunshine between us. Later on I pick up the album sleeve and what does it say?: “This record is dedicated to you.” This is my summer jam and Jamie Lidell knows it.
ps: peep this amazing video of the man in crazy glam-futuristic performance
pps: while we’re on the subject of this really exciting genre-fucked electronic crossover music, this mugison mp3 is amazing. yet another reason soundslike might be my favorite label on the planet right now (others being brooks brooks BROOKS, soft pink truth, matthew herbert, 8 doogymoto).
