1. Rhinestones On The Pavement 2. Faking For Diamonds 3. Stuck In The Throat 4. Itty Bitty 5. It Never Does 6. Still Waiting 7. Who Can Know Such Things 8. Matthew Made Me Do It 9. Reduction 10. The What Of It 11. For Windy Days 12. Please Stop Shining
Time for Trees is Joshua Smith of Denver, Colorado and we are very proud to present you with his Archipel debut album “Sometimes Always” which is a superb collection of warm and dark techno combined with textural and shadowy ambient pieces.
“Faking for Diamonds”, “Still Waiting” and “Matthew Made Me Do It” are sugary blends of warm techno with candied industrial inspirations which swirl perfectly into subtly jazz tinged soundscapes which at times are almost binaural in their scope and filled to the very top of a shimmering surface tensioned liquid with endless detailing to keep both feet and mind fully occupied and within ecstatic reverie. “The What Of It”, “Please Stop Shining” and “Itty Bitty” wear darker techno colours but still remain chock full of warm rubbery funk with the same impeccable detailing as their more jazz influenced counterparts.
They whirl with subtle melodies and beautiful layers enough to satisfy the most insatiably deep of minds all while retaining a very mesmerizing mosaic of addictive and inescapable rhythm. We then have the more ambient pieces of this collection which are very much in the league of work such as Nine Inch Nails’ ‘Ghosts I-IV’. “For Windy Days” and “Who Can Know Such Things” are both very atmospheric and dark yet share a strong undercurrent of warmth much like a deeply red moon bleeding light into a wispy clouded sky just before sunset. “It Never Does” and “Rhinestones on the Sidewalk” take things even darker still with a more industrial ambient tang while both carrying a perfectly balanced oceanic tidal push and pull as they progress.
“Stuck in the Throat” and “Reduction” carry the theme of darkness further still by reducing the overall number of layers and elements while adding subtle rhythms which carry them forward on a hypnagogic train ride through cold moonlight as the backs of urban decay pass swiftly by in enveloping velvet black.