Saturday March 31, 2007
Wriiten by Tex
I really had no idea what to expect. I hate to admit it, and I hate even more to do it, but I had no Idea who or what Bassnectar was before I got drunk off the madness. All I could coerce out of the sidewalk kids was a completely vague description; “noise, and lots of it.” Seems like it wouldn’t really tell the story about what I was about to see, would it? It was actually just faint enough of a signal to make me nervous with excitement.
Bassnectar’s (Lorin Ashton) entrance into his set was punctuated by an extremely rare and wonderful thing. He adamantly requested that his crowd move from the floor below to the stage. As the first single from his album, underground communication dropped, the collective breath of an entire club was taken away. The bass was so incredibly deep, even in the back of the club, that I wasn’’t sure air was being expelled from my lungs any longer. This feeling was unrelenting throughout the entirety of the show, by the way. The bass seemed to get deeper, and deeper.
The evening was a rollercoaster of tempos. I have never seen a crowd so emotionally tied to a four count, begging to be surprised. The tempo fell, lulled them into security, and then dropped rhythm so quick it could give you vertigo. Recovery was quick, the crowd almost instantly popping to the new set of rules forced upon their ears.
The hip hop sound of the new album seems to be a fairly deliberate move, with an overall push toward his own, already well established distinctive sound. The timing is definitely electronic. But the melody for several tracks, still shows a bay area movement toward the seamless integration of the two sounds. If the eclectic mix of colors and textures adorned by him are any indication of the success of the process it would be considered, in any context, a success.