Particularly the instrumental breaks between verses with melting keys alongside high-treble, extra funky filtered bass at the 1:20 mark and beyond. Breathing Underwater lets us do just that, floating through a peculiar groove pocket unheard in an album in this fashion for quite a long time. You’re invited to shake off the sorrow as a submarine surfaces slowly ahead of her. There are no inhibitions here, and you’re encouraged to strip down to the words of a connection attuned down to the core. Strolling down to the water, Nai Palm strolls to the water line, and sings a song while being cradled by standup bass in Borderline with My Atoms. Seagulls call to each other and laugh at the tourists in your cadre. You wake to the first interlude, Creations Part 1, on a beach with blinded eyes from the sun. The booms rock so loud it knocks you out. Breathing is slowed and you finally admire the colors, and the strange warped properties pulling in every direction, as does Simon Mavin’s keys over backwards guitar and booming tribal percussion. You take anthropological notes on paper as Laputa begins of what you see around you, which coincidently feels just like the story it shares a name with. You get to know your neighbors and acclimate to the climate of the world around you. Tired at first, then awake and ready with adrenaline and lungs full. The band keeps swinging left to right, providing what feels like that long stretch after a beautiful road trip drive. Emotions are worn on both sleeves through this record by all involved, but you’re encouraged to do so too.Īll the while, Paul Bender drives the tour hovercraft through the dense landscape.
Here the specific emotional lover’s tone is set and remains throughout the album. “The lines on your palm cry out to be cloaked with the steady compass of my own”. She takes the listeners hand, and comforts with: Slipping into track two, Shaolin Monk Motherfunk winds into a jungle jazz funk infusion of the highest order, as the lead guide, guitar player, and siren singer Nai Palm orders you to drop into her love trap. The oddly timed but easily followed beat drops, and you gain your footing in this world.
#HIATUS KAIYOTE CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON MOVIE#
Loading with movie intro-like fanfare, it descends quietly down to a world slightly reminiscent of Oz, relics from our world bouncing around, sounds of our youth about the scene. An album was recorded recently that paints that picture, and was built with so many neo soul layers, it really does feel like the album can be split into two parts just so you can take a breather.įrom the title track Choose Your Weapon, Australian band Hiatus Kaiyote treats listeners to a hand held guild to what you would hope to find on the other end of a Stargate.
Imagine, the chance to travel through a warp gate to a funky dimension that seems familiar like a childhood memory, but carries that sense of discovery like the first panoramic view of a newly discovered planet.
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