Something about this release radiates a mysterious sense of wonder with its "nature versus technology" style of narrative, but I always keep coming back! Must be the rhythmic trap and jungle-beat production packing that awesome punch~
Favorite track: We Stayed At The Beach.
This is the first fully fleshed out album local Vancouverite Jade Statues has put out. It makes a great dive into the world of Vapourwave and ambient music, track to track takes you through the infamous "executive towers" in a new way. My one complaint is that the game wouldn't launch on my 2013 macbook. Otherwise an amazing project!
Favorite track: Executive Suite.
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Bassy and ethereal, Executive Towers would feel right at home flooding a club dancefloor on an alien planet light-years away from us. Also, is it just me or is the cover art vaguely reminiscent of Warp's Artificial Intelligence compilation?
Favorite track: High Paying Position / VIP Lounge Keycard.
Jade Statues may be a new name for some followers of Dream Catalogue, but the Vancouver native is a name who has been waiting to burst onto the scene for some time. Having done live shows with Blank Banshee earlier this year as well as being selected for 2015’s Red Bull Music Academy, JS looks to have a promising future as an artist and producer.
His debut album ‘Executive Towers’, presented here as DREAM_108, has been over a year in the making after the popular Phthalo Green track, which features, made a splash on Soundcloud in 2014. It is a superbly crafted foray into future beats, abstract ambience and surrealist dream territory.
Not only an album, but the soundtrack to an upcoming video game inspired by Hiroko Nishikawa's classic PSX title LSD Dream Emulator, ‘Executive Towers’ is a dark, dreamy and at times unsettling reimagination of early vaporwave cultural icons and ideas, a dark trip into the uncanny valley and beyond. The concept is alluded to by the album cover’s graphic that shows an avatar of the classic vaporwave Roman statue reclined in an old leather couch, pondering what can only be the bleakest of memories with a glass of liquor in hand, alone in a musty living room lit by the glowing azure of a untuned television screen.