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One could claim that Axel Willner, the producer behind The Field moniker, has taken the most blatant of shortcuts, even worse than those undertaken by liberally plunderphonic mash-up artists. After all, even the reviled-or-revered Girl Talk deserves credit for interweaving so many recognizable hits into each of his seamless, genre-defying tracks. Approaching From Here We Go Sublime on its superficial surface, Willner, however, appears to have simply sliced just a few fatty seconds out of some of his favorite tunes, lazily pasted them into sparsely populated loops, and called it a day. Such shortsighted and close-minded presumption closes people off to these wondrously minimal neo-trance sounds that breezing through their speakers. Many electronic music fans have cringed at this new terminology, still recoiling from the rapid explosion and subsequent crude gluttony that turned euphoric crescendos into prepackaged commodities. Yet like his similarly impressive though methodologically opposite labelmate Kaito, Willner resurrects that inexplicable bliss in which so many of us exulted at permissive nightclubs and sweaty warehouses worldwide.
By restricting his sonic palate in the manner that Willner has as The Field, the journey to discover that inexplicable essence of what fills the soul with jubilance and joy becomes more refined than ever. “The Little Heart Beats So Fast” practically lifts me off my feet every time I hear it, wasting little time to introduce its handy little stolen melody, soon letting acidic bass and indecipherable blossoms of uplifting sound raise the blood pressure and dilate the pupils. The smooth retro snares and gurgling breathy stabs that ignite “Everday” make it extraordinary, but the vocal, appearing roughly three minutes in, brings this already gorgeous track and the album itself to a whole new level of grandeur. Yet not every cut here begins with such instant aural gratification. Upon first hearing the monotonous accordion slump and grind of “Silent”, I never imagined the poppy euphony that would soon come and, to my delight, ultimately dwarf all other elements.
Part of the fun of From Here We Go Sublime comes from trainspotting the source material. In a few of the cases, this is downright elementary, while others are much more subtle and even elusive. The closing title track practically bludgeons listeners with its obvious theft and merciless manipulation of The Flamingos’ ghostly 1959 doo-wop cover of “I Only Have Eyes For You.” In contrast, the dreamily Balearic “A Paw Over My Face” delivers its secret as more of a punchline, waiting for the very end of the track to give away those distinct fragments of Lionel Richie’s chart-topping “Hello”. Though I’m only remotely familiar with her catalog to identify the actual track, I strongly suspect that the ten minute epic “The Deal” has taken its ethereal vocals from none other than new age songstress Enya.
Though constantly criticized by message board trolls and curmudgeons, Kompakt has entered into a renaissance in 2008, with From Here We Go Sublime as its first of many testaments to that. Stitching together familiar strains of pop, techno, and ambient music with such fine threads is a task unto itself, but creating a tapestry greater than the sum of its parts is something different altogether. The Field’s plucky debut marks a crucial moment in the history of electronic music, and, though surely divisive among the faithful, will easily rank among one of the best albums of the year.
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