I’m George, one of the writers on here; this is a review of one of my favourite albums to be released this year: Torkelsen by Torkelsen
In terms of what the other artists that this album sounds like, it’s really satisfying. Apart from exuding an air of originality in its completely hook-worthy sequences, mind-bending breaks, dynamic rhythms and general Norwegian-ness, Torkelsen by Torkelsen (norwegian “beat-wiz”) bears, to me, some grossly stimulating attributes that are highlights of other established artists that maybe released their most popular work a 1 or 2 years ago. Whether it be completely doobie, acoustic-feeling down to earth but well-worked break-feeling-beats (especially on Ugle) of Four Tet, the arpeggiating lovely madness (on Schoolboy Heroics) that I feel especially engaging in Dam Mantle‘s work, the best of the best huge-hip-hop-styled percussion (especially on Don’t Care) as fashioned by many good good artists (go no further than Mr. big, Flying Lotus), the side-chained sounding synthetic noise (especially on Bølgelengde), crafted and applied in a way that Will Weisenfeld would be proud.
The big thing that makes this album for me really really listenable and good and stimulating is its emphasis on good old wonky, but good-sounding beats, on good old wonky but good-sounding arpeggios, on good old wonky, but good-sounding side-chain, on wonky, but good-sounding samples of random people saying random things, of good old dreamy nice-sounding washed out vocals dancing in between everything. These are things I don’t want to be left forgotten in popular cultural music because I really like them. The albums gets it all. ahhhh yeah. So (at least) listen below, and purchase below, show it to your cool friends.
Okay, this post isn’t just going to be a review of the album that Torkelsen released in March, but also acknowledgement of his more recent release, Torsnes Beats Vol. 2. Because, chances are, if you fall in love with the album, you will also fall in love with this ‘volume‘ and your love for Torkelsen will be established, and you can, after listening to all of his music, get up and walk away, completely converted, smiling everywhere. You want that, you really want that I reckon. This is that favourite artist you’ve been waiting to find. That favourite artist you’ve been waiting to fill the gap of monotonous-feelings as you scroll and scroll through internets and mp3 players.
Oh! Man I’m really liking listening to this album (the first one i was talking about). It just interests me. It has loads of moments of frenzied rhythm; the kind of rhythm that makes all the normal objects around you look interesting as hell when they’d usually just look normal. Take a chair for instance; usually it’s just a chair and wherever it’s positioned, it just chairs. You can’t look at it without not thinking about it. Sure, you might think to yourself “that object there is a chair”, but that’s really the extent of it. The chair does nothing except bear physical presence, it just chairs everywhere. Even on the opening track of this album, Schoolboy Heroics, such previous observations about the chair immediately seem to become entirely ignorant to what the chair is really doing. For here, we have a chair, with 4 solemn legs, the flat stomach that you sit on and a big friendly head that comforts your back. Big animal chair. Sleeping animal chair; patient and friendly. Reach out and stroke the chair. You want to rest your forehead on the chair for 5 minutes, gently caressing the comfort with your eyebrows. I mean, what the hell is a chair? Who made this thing? What man or woman decided to use their posable thumbs to create an object that we can sit on. Couldn’t we have just continued to sit on things that humans probably sat on in 10000 years BC; like tree stumps, or rocks, or just the ground even. But then I guess we need something to sit on when we are inside a building and there’s a table. But then who made the table? Who made the building? Why the table? To put things on? What was wrong with the ground? Or again the rock? Like for instance a piece of slate you find on beaches – that’s the perfect thing to put things on or to draw on or to do whatever people do on tables. Ahh goodness. All this thinking you might do on the opening track will wear you out, you’ll become that human who feels like he’s thought a lot and so now deserves a moment of recline. The next 9 songs on this album aid the recline perfectly. All the frenzied rhythms and weird bits where there’s no beat but just really good catchy sounding synthetic noise combined sometimes with Norwegian exclamations, they all work your mind up into a extremely content mess of stupor. Like when a mash potato machine mashes up potato. You sit on your patient animal-chair, put things on your patient-animal table and enjoy warmth of the big obedient-animal building. You just sit thinking about thinking, feeling feelings, being that human guy. Content human guy.
Take a listen/buy the whole album through at the bottom or trust me and take a listen to ‘Don’t Care‘ below:
Let’s move on now to the more recent release, Torsnes Beats Vol. 2. Let’s move onto a few words describing a more recent release by Torkelsen. If the self-titled album pushes your head manic with hip feelings and hop feelings and with nice frenzy, then this album will push it more. This collection of songs displays the more divergent/experimental side of T’s mind.. It’s more ‘crazy, man’, more weird and distorted, it’s bigger, so much more hip-hop, very slightly less self-serious and lo-fi, and in that regard the more silly you’re feeling, the better this is. In places it’s more dark and more monged-out, yet also, in places, more madly energetic; try this one, Havet:
plus, this whole collection below is ‘name your price’.
So get naming:
Also, because it’s nearly christmas, hears a christmas-themed track by the guy I’ve now been writing about for too long. Too long post.
Thanks for reading all this, George