Taylor Freels, a luminary in the realm of electronic music production, stands as a titan without need for introduction. Crafting an illustrious path through the annals of modern House music for over a decade, Freels has adorned the forefront of the genre under an array of aliases, including Urulu, Senator Bongwater, and Mr. Liquid.
Under his current moniker, Liquid Earth, Freels has woven a tapestry of beats that resonate with unwavering potency, gracing esteemed labels such as Kalahari Oyster Cult, Butter Side Up, Terrafirm, and his own imprint, Liquid Earth Physical.
In his latest EP, “Threedimensional Rocker,” Freels embarks on a journey back to his psychedelic origins, offering a kaleidoscopic vista of influences that have sculpted his illustrious career.
The opening track, “Wizard of Loneliness,” serves as a heartfelt homage to the psychedelic soundscape of California, where frenetic guitar riffs intertwine with contemporary rave synths, evoking a tapestry of sonic enchantment that transports the listener to an ethereal realm of auditory ecstasy.
Segueing into “Threedimensional Rocker,” Freels unleashes a pulsating barrage of Tech-House prowess, infused with nostalgic echoes of old-school Hip-House, replete with rhythmic raps, percussive blows, and whimsical whistles that reverberate through the auditory landscape with electrifying fervor.
The EP’s technoid anthem, “Are You There?”, emerges as a veritable sonic tempest, fusing futuristic bleeps with ethereal vocals that transcend earthly bounds, imbuing the composition with an otherworldly allure underscored by trance-infused vibrations.
Concluding the aural odyssey, “How Dare You” heralds a convergence of modern Garage aesthetics with the pulsating energy of Electro House, as cheeky beats intertwine with a reimagined soundscape reminiscent of the early 2000s Electro House scene, culminating in a sonic fusion that defies categorization.
“Threedimensional Rocker” stands as a testament to Freels’ boundless versatility and artistic prowess. The third installment in a series of self-released offerings under the Liquid Earth Physical Records banner, this EP serves as a veritable cornucopia for the discerning dancer, navigating through four robust club anthems that bear the indelible mark of the seasoned Californian producer, promising an auditory experience of unparalleled depth and dynamism.
Words by Pasha Pliskin
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