Lost Palms / Shall Not Fade LTD
Look, all I know is when it comes to music labelled House if I can also slap an ambient sign on it then I’m ready to move on in. This, to put it so very squarely, is my jam. Deep, ambient house at that. Shut the front door. I’ve moved in!
Tom Vernon is, as far as I know, and you’ll tell from that opening para I’m far from the expert, a relatively new name to the genre – bedsit producer made good. Arriving here with field recordings to open his debut album and then the classic washy hand-claps and brittle programmed snares that take over (think classic Omni Trio, early Daft Punk, Rainer Truby although without the jazz). The opening, title track is our scene setter – a never-too-lush, hand-washed instrumental cut that just breathes out good vibes and pulls you in.
From there it’s rinse and not-quite-repeat. Fabulously so. Titled has a warm swell of club-bass that’s dampened somewhat by the percussion riding right atop it. This Moment (I Feel) is a late 90s/early 00s R’n’B melody drifting in and under an eventual bubble of gloriously chilled house pulse.
Disappear is the big ambient waft – a drift of keyboard horns that is squeezed out and then draped over a syncopated backline of hats and snares and a big squelch of keyboard bass. And then the closer, Start Again, goes vaguely hip-hop in its opening energy, a funky 808 making way for clipped house beats. You can smell the party. You can feel the facelessness of it all. And though I’m fairweather-as-all-fuck when I find something like this to glom on to I am there for it. All night. Well, till 10.30 or so. And this, sunshine, is my latest find. I’m very happy for the day-pass to visit this world again. Great sounds. Be keen to hear where he goes from here. But this, for right now, is the very ticket. Thirty minutes, five tunes. Tops.