why we love this
If music can soothe, then you're bound to find it here. Exploring a variety of winds and strings, it paints a delightful landscape of serenity.
about the record
Japanese composer-musician Masahiro Takahashi has been crafting gently spellbinding pieces that simultaneously embrace electronic abstraction and a palpable, even brittle, humanity. His delicate and evocative landscapes always seem to be illuminated in vibrant magic hour tones as golden synth lines emanate from between soft flickers of acoustic instrumentation.
Though bearing Takahashi's personal atmospheric signatures, Humid Sun's warm, saturated color palette and sunny repose audibly also take cues from the imaginary utopias of vintage lounge and exotica. These tropes offer an unexpected avenue through which Toronto's local influence creeps in again. Takahashi explains that he envisions the record as an auditory tool to cope with the city's harsh winters and the references are designed to provide a sort of sonic vacation. Indeed, he succeeds in achieving this objective. The album's nuanced colors and contours engender a sense of equatorial tranquility, though completely devoid of the kitsch associated with his inspiration.
- 1 - Silky lake 3:45
- 2 - Cloud boat 5:30
- 3 - East Chinatown Stroller 4:04
- 4 - Sea fireflies 3:40
- 5 - Okinawa sunset 3:06
- 6 - Sweltering drive 3:55
- 7 - Fantasy in soy sauce 2:56
- 8 - Minamo 5:26
- 9 - Trees sleep at night 3:14
- 10 - Back to the West 2:09
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- 1 - Silky lake 3:45
- 2 - Cloud boat 5:30
- 3 - East Chinatown Stroller 4:04
- 4 - Sea fireflies 3:40
- 5 - Okinawa sunset 3:06
- 6 - Sweltering drive 3:55
- 7 - Fantasy in soy sauce 2:56
- 8 - Minamo 5:26
- 9 - Trees sleep at night 3:14
- 10 - Back to the West 2:09
why we love this
If music can soothe, then you're bound to find it here. Exploring a variety of winds and strings, it paints a delightful landscape of serenity.
about the record
Japanese composer-musician Masahiro Takahashi has been crafting gently spellbinding pieces that simultaneously embrace electronic abstraction and a palpable, even brittle, humanity. His delicate and evocative landscapes always seem to be illuminated in vibrant magic hour tones as golden synth lines emanate from between soft flickers of acoustic instrumentation.
Though bearing Takahashi's personal atmospheric signatures, Humid Sun's warm, saturated color palette and sunny repose audibly also take cues from the imaginary utopias of vintage lounge and exotica. These tropes offer an unexpected avenue through which Toronto's local influence creeps in again. Takahashi explains that he envisions the record as an auditory tool to cope with the city's harsh winters and the references are designed to provide a sort of sonic vacation. Indeed, he succeeds in achieving this objective. The album's nuanced colors and contours engender a sense of equatorial tranquility, though completely devoid of the kitsch associated with his inspiration.
