Art of Ecco - After the Head Rush

Art of Ecco – After the Head Rush

While Instagram accounts scour dusty photographs from the early 2000s, Art d’Ecco manifests the kind of indie that was in the 80s and throws it into this chaotically modern world for a taste of nostalgia.

The Canadian songwriter, through three previous albums (2016 Daytime fevers2018 Intruder2021 In standard definition), established himself with an appetite for entertainment in the most glam of fashions. Embracing the adrogyny of the weird and wonderful artists that make up this world in his previous outings, d’Ecco’s move to short, cropped, blonde hair signals something more purposeful – a controlled environment to offer us a tonic for these times. difficult.

After the head rush is also made to be big, big, big! Bursts of sax ripping through the sound of four on the floor, synths manifesting with the grace of a poltergeist on Halloween, everything is done for the greatest impact. The shimmering opener to “Palm Slave” flows as the beat picks up, and it’s in this toe-tapping groove that Art of Ecco sits, gliding effortlessly through whispered vocals to high-end vocals. It’s hard to resist the darkened dancefloor it evokes; the sounds, sights and smells of sticky clubs that are more likely to play Ziggy Stardust than anything by Disclosure.

Since the record was born from the desire to be the highest powered after the last two years In standard definition and a forced retirement to Ecco’s hometown during the pandemic, there’s a structure to the album that makes the high feel like it wears off the longer it lasts. “Run Away” and “SAD Light Disco” are both commendable numbers delivering their own sense of purpose, but intentionally or not, the underground bomb sugar rush of “Only Ones” or the hard-partying party of “Until The Sun Comes Up”. message is rarely seen.

But all that aside, Ecco’s Art is the kind of artist who is able to recapture the past, wrapping it in familiar sounds and tones, all without providing a sense of facsimile or pastiche. redundant. Instead, it brings true homage; dig into the names of Bowie, The Cure et al to find the source and reuse it for a new world on a descent tougher than any Glastonbury weekend, with After the head rush prescribed dog hair.

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