ARtist: Arthur Wachnik
Album: Let Us Run
released 4/11/2014
I love the happiness my ears feel when they discover something new, and (given the dynamics of a marketplace without center) might not ever encounter-- Then (given the
magnetic super talent collecting arms of Noisetrade) I am floored by artistry that is just part of
another planet.
This week’s hyper-delicious serendipitus astonistastic release belongs to Arthur Wachnik -- and like I said, I've never heard of the guy.
But I will now. A
lots.
In as much as you can listen to the samples just like I did,
and determine if this feeds your ear and heart, I won't wax extravagant except to say… Let us Run is an audio playland and a living Psalm.
For just a quick sample check out "Selah" on the Noisetrade link.
For just a quick sample check out "Selah" on the Noisetrade link.
As it is, I keep thinking... Hmm. I have heard this voice. Sounds like something my daughter owns. Then I read another review, and they intimated "Ben Folds" and I thought, yup. Getting close. Same kind of zinninesss and vocal dexterity. (and if it looks like I cannot spell, or that I am making up words, I am, because this work just has that kind of flexiness.
I am hearing Broadway, Gypsy, zydeco, grunge, 80s titan-voice punk jazz, swing, Klezmer, and Gospel themes all rolled into one swagwanimous-phantom opperatus volley of praise. There are times when Arthur's voice sounds modern (ie, kind of nervy), then other times smooth as glass, yet other times like a Vaudeville singalong.
I am hearing Broadway, Gypsy, zydeco, grunge, 80s titan-voice punk jazz, swing, Klezmer, and Gospel themes all rolled into one swagwanimous-phantom opperatus volley of praise. There are times when Arthur's voice sounds modern (ie, kind of nervy), then other times smooth as glass, yet other times like a Vaudeville singalong.
I don’t know how Arthur is making this music (how much is synthesized,
how much of it is session players, how much is talented friends, or how much he plays himself but I am hearing loads of instruments, and all
kinds of audio experimentation with nods to eastern Europe. (Third listen in ... man, the strings are so smooth and shadowy like rainbow colored smoke... or something like that.)
But most of all, I am hearing creative abandon as Arthur –
like David – dances in his *underwear" before the Arc.
So, give this a listen, and see if you too are not blown
away by the sheer fun of lifting hands, swaying, or jigging it up before the
throne of God.
Thank you Arthur!
Ps. You can parts of
Arthur’s first album here.