Son Moon: PD090: Son Moon Industries EP

So I have to say, since I started this whole music blogging business, this is one of the easiest, funnest, and rewarding side projects I’ve ever done. Mostly because I can listen to new music, because for some reason Spotify’s algorithm put me in the crazy category, and only sends me Russian noise music. And yes I know I shouldn’t be using Spotify, and blah blah blah, but like I’ve said before I’m a stupid weak man who is one sports jersey away from being a basic bro. So when I get an album like this, which is only 10 minutes long, with some of the chillest music I’ve heard–it’s like Christmas to me because, if left to my own devices, I’d probably be binge listening to Final Fantasy music. So with that confession off my chest, let’s delve into Son Moon’s PD090: Son Moon Industries EP.

Music rarely exists in a vacuum, it’s always associated with a sensation, place, time, movie, etc. It’s almost never by itself. Take architecture for example, have you ever seen a building that reminds you of the first time you ever had a breakup? No, unless you’ve gone all A Beautiful Mind on us. Music also has this incredible ability to create an environment, which architecture can do, but say a painting, or a book can’t. For example, say you go somewhere and there’s House music blasting through the speakers; it creates an entirely different ambience than, let’s say, the exact same place except classical music is being performed. Whereas a painting and a book, maybe emotional, may remind you of some past experience; but it’s not going to affect you immediately the way music can.

That’s because music is like an intravenous injection of emotional responses. Don’t believe me? Then imagine a group of people, in a white walled room, looking at the same painting, or reading the same book. Now imagine a group of people, in the same place, listening to the same song. Can you picture a group of people moshing to a book? Can you imagine a group of people dancing to a painting? No, of course not.

The ability to provide sensations, and transform the environment in which it is played at, is what makes music special, and what makes this album a joy to listen to. Right now, as I listen to the music, it’s a dark, dreary, rainy day; yet immediately as I listen to the opening track Airlines I’m  having a nice jog on the beach, or playing some PS2 game I’m really fond of. The flute-like synth and background keyboard provides this chill ambience, that you can’t help but want to stretch your legs out and zone out to. Then when the distorted bassy synth, and high tempo drums kick in–it doesn’t bring in anxiety–rather it’s more like getting that runner’s high after a long jog. Or having fun swimming at the beach. The track is really a perfect dopamine drip for any dreary day.

The next song, Holidays begins with this hypnagogic dreamy sample that’s airy, glitchy, and overall a pleasure to listen to. That coupled with the beat which ties everything in a nice bow. The best way to describe the atmosphere is to imagine doing a hobby that you really enjoy, and working really hard to accomplish it. The track isn’t as chill as the other tracks, but listening to the beginning samples which seem desperate for a resolution, and then to be resolved with a phenomenal drum beat that has some amazing hi-hats thrown in there (I’m always a sucker for well done hi hats), creates such a cathartic feeling that can only be replicated by a job well done.

Finally there’s Cruises, which really doubles down on the chillness of Airlines. With the watery ethereal pad in the background, wonderful piano keys that are so beautifully melodic, and energizing drum beat; listening to it is like the sonic equivalence of having a few mimosas at a cruise ship and then going to ride the waterslide that goes straight to the pool.  It’s pure bliss.

The album, though only 9 minutes and 2 seconds long is a refreshing breeze. Another thing about this album that makes it stand out, is that it’s chilled out, without feeling drugged up. While most musicians take being chill as lighting a joint, popping a xanax/percocet/molly/whatever, and laying on the couch watching some Morgan Freeman documentary; Son Moon actually transports you to a fun vacation destination. It’s music that begs you to pull out a lounge chair, put on some sunglasses, and just listen to.

With Son Moon’s ability to make a rainy day, into a sunny tropical paradise, I give this album my recc.

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