Sunday Morning Medicine resurrected, Vol. 151 with Cubicolor, G Jones, and more
Sunday Morning Medicine is a feature from Dancing Astronaut dedicated to the mellower side of electronic music. We bring you our favorite therapeutic selections—old and new—in attempts to alleviate the agonizing effects of a long weekend of partying.
Synth-wave savant, Lucy In Disguise‘s twinkling catalog of dream-scapes drums up memories of the “Stranger Things” soundtrack, if it were funneled through a warm, neon kaleidoscope. His latest dose of effervescent electronica, “Sunset Blvd,” greets listeners through the Electronic Gems compilation, Milestone.
Cubicolor‘s deliciously despondent lyrics are Dancing Astronaut-certified for a little Sunday morning soul-searching, as per usual. The Anjunadeep-ian triad’s “No Dancers,” combines dissonant arpeggios with rippling keys for a tranquilizing chaos fit to lay any weekend to rest.
Chrome Sparks‘s precipitously active, ’80s-indebted partnership with Miniature Tigers’s Charlie Brand, Promises Ltd., is well-versed in the high art of unrequited love. The slow-to-strike “American Eyes” will assuage intrusive thoughts of the tragically unattainable and “painfully cool,” by way of its utterly sensuous, beat-lenient synth-pop.
G Jones‘s new album, The Ineffable Truth, is the equivalent of a long, strange dream, during which “Everything All At Once” is the eye of all turbulence. The offering is complete with sedating, organ-like components that reverberate into the foremost corners of the uncharted psyche, intermittently erupting into spiraling synth-blasts.
One of Anjunadeep‘s newest breadwinners, Ben Böhmer, has proved himself an austere presence within the Anjunabeats sub-label, melding his visceral, atmospheric sound to the housing’s most intimate foundations. In his “Hold On” remix, Böhmer leaves his polished patriarch, Lane 8‘s creation still starkly recognizable, slightly pitching up and restructuring the lead synth-line, and leaving Fracture’s exploratory vocals unadulterated through the chorus. The remix, like the Lane 8 original, is the ideal soundtrack for flying over a sea of snowy mountain peaks, or a long Sunday’s rest atop a vapory mass of clouds.