In the dim-lit corridors of New York’s underground, where sound reverberates against sweat-drenched walls and feet map out rhythmic constellations on well-worn floors, Tyben unveils “Solo”—a nocturnal whisper that turns into a full-bodied groove, echoing the city’s heartbeat. Taken from his latest EP “Don’t Stop” on Fi-Lo’s imprint Jobsite, the track is an ode to movement, an incantation for those lost and found in the undulating waves of Minimal’s deep tide.
“Solo” steps forth with an unassuming pulse, a tight groove coiling itself around a bassline that feels both anchored and fluid, like a subway train gliding into the early morning hush. Its percussive patterns flicker like neon reflections on rain-slicked pavement, each hi-hat a footstep disappearing into the city’s sleepless hush. But as the track unfolds, an ethereal break emerges—melodic, expansive, almost progressive in its ascent—stretching out like first light over high-rise silhouettes, a fleeting moment of breath before the groove reclaims its hold. And then, a voice, short but striking, a New York-House vocal snippet cutting through the mist like the distant call of a cab driver down a one-way street, grounding the journey in the city’s lineage of musical storytelling.
Words by Holger Breuer
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