Lindstrøm ‎– Where You Go I Go Too

Super Nature.

After all this one has to be called crafts rather than arts. Granted even that the whole space disco/balearic/cosmic thing never was supposed to relieve us of, say, financial crisis this release is not just about musical it's about structural regression, pure and only sentiment. Sure it provides us with an all over smooth production, refined sound design and beautiful, yawn, arrangements. But what was promising when the whole sd/b/c/leftfield-thing restarted a while ago, stylistic diversity, kind of a productive whateverness, turned recently into a genre of serious reproduction: actually being deeply content with reproducing quite well known dead-ends from like 30 years ago.

"Where Georgio goes so does Lindstrøm". At the end of a decade artists either break off and start building on new ground (as punk did in the 70's, and acid house in the 80's) or turn out a more polished version of the sound du jour. This album falls in the latter category. It is nice enough, three solid tracks of slowly evolving italo grooves, but there is nothing here that stands out in a crowded genre. At the end of the album I felt like I had been listening to a product demo for Native Instruments FM8. Next time I think you should go somewhere no-one has been before Lindstrøm.