| Pitchfork |
I never thought I'd be typing these words, but: Tiësto makes me miss trance. Not that the genre really went anywhere. Certain kids still scream through all holes whenever a DJ drops a circa-1998 hiccuping synth line. Dudes like Armin Van Buuren are still compiling mix CDs full of recent tracks with titles like "Satori Waterfalls". (Really.) But like most of you reading this, I couldn't set foot in a trance club without a lethal chemical cocktail to mute my sense of shame, and keeping up with the mix CDs and ephemeral whatnot feels a little too pricey when the belt is tightened enough to risk amputation.So I there's a new Tiësto CD, and I think, "Hooray, a little walk down memory lane in a neighborhood I didn't really get to explore first time out." Except Tiësto goes and makes some lame crossover electro-pop album larded with guest stars-- Jónsi from Sigur Rós, Kele Okereke from Bloc Party, Tegan and Sara, Nelly Furtado, Dizzee Rascal, which explains why we're writing about the thing in the first place-- that's "trance" in the way "Poker Face" and the recent crop of Britney singles are "trance," i.e., you have to extend the definition to "anything uptempo featuring programmed drums and synthesizers." At which point you might as well throw in Hyperdub and "Dare to Be Stupid", too, you know? The difference between "prime" (again, weirded out to be writing this) Tiësto and nu-Tiësto is apparent just by scanning Kaleidoscope's tracklist. In 2004, the man was still releasing nine-track albums featuring 11-minute voyages into the smiley faced ultraworld. Here we get 17 songs (note noun choice there) averaging your pop-standard four-minutes-and-change-- a sure sign that a producer's shooting for blogland instead of clubland. On the other hand, this is a guy who released a cackhanded trance version of "Adagio for Strings" four years ago, so you might think this change to a popward direction isn't such a bad idea....full text |
| Muumuse |
| Arguably one of the world’s greatest trance DJs, Dutch producer Tiesto has continued to redefine the boundaries of trance music with his signature emotive style and arena-ready sound for over fifteen years. For his fourth major studio release Kaleidoscope, the premiere producer of trance sought some of the music scene’s most dynamic characters, ranging from global superstars (Calvin Harris, Sneaky Sound System, Nelly Furtado) to an assortment of lesser known, left-of-center acts (Tegan & Sara, Bloc Party’s Kele Okereke, Sigur Rós’ Jónsi) The result? A powerhouse collection of single-worthy uptempos bursting with indie cred and trance appeal, appealing to both the body and soul. One standout involves Canadian singer-songwriter Nelly Furtado, who had her first taste of dance with her 2006 album, Loose. Replace the generic Timbaland-produced beats of that album with a flurry of glittering, electro-encrusted pulsations, and you’ve got “Who Wants To Be Alone,” a devastatingly addictive dancefloor haunt guaranteed to delight on repeat time and time again....full text |
| Prefixmag |
| Probably the most massively overhyped release by any DJ in 2009 was the debut album by N.A.S.A, The Spirit of Apollo, which turned out to be a ridiculously unpleasant mess of sonic overreaching, due substantially to the massive number of collaborations stuffed into the album. The number of collaborations on Dutch DJ Tiësto's Kaleidoscope is certainly enough to get your attention, but doesn't really come close to the calamity that N.A.S.A. dove into. For one thing, Tiësto obviously has enough good sense to restrict disparate collaborators to individual tracks, instead of forcing them together like some unholy peanut butter and jelly sandwich. ~ Matthew Richardson...full text |
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I never thought I'd be typing these words, but: Tiësto makes me miss trance. Not that the genre really went anywhere. Certain kids still scream through all holes whenever a DJ drops a circa-1998 hiccuping synth line. Dudes like Armin Van Buuren are still compiling mix CDs full of recent tracks with titles like "Satori Waterfalls". (Really.) But like most of you reading this, I couldn't set foot in a trance club without a lethal chemical cocktail to mute my sense of shame, and keeping up with the mix CDs and ephemeral whatnot feels a little too pricey when the belt is tightened enough to risk amputation.