Sam Prekop - Sam Prekop flac album

You no doubt recognize Sam Prekop from his full time band Sea & Cake, another post-rock group hailing from the windy city of Chicago. And (laughing) just listening to this toned down breeze laden album, I feel like tossing my hat in the air, Mary Tyler Moore Style and wandering off, imagining the havoc a loose hat in the wind would play with oncoming mid-morning traffic, crashing from one window to another, smacking the occasional pedestrian, before settling on the antenna of a cop car, where it would ride all day long, dreaming of finding its way back to me.There are those who would like to infer that his album is gentle and sublime, I call it absent minded, seamless background filler with elements of funk and jazz, held in check by invincible instrumentations, suggesting music a freeform high school aesthetics dance class would find intoxicatingly flowing, graceful and emancipating. The emotional possibilities of modular synthesis seems to be the predominant ongoing, if not running theme here, and if anyone else suggest that the album is simply divine for a half slumber ride on the Blue Line, I’m gonna go find my hat and smack them with it. Geez, I simply hate obnoxious open-ended contemporary musical commentary that says nothing and goes nowhere, other than to fill the quiet space I was enjoying. Though the worst remarks I’ve ever heard went like this, Simple clean tones bubbling along, redolent of an era when we hoped that technology could save humanity from itself. PLEASE, give me a break, another pretentious visionary, one I would expect to find standing in line at a Woody Allen movie, pontificating on and on about how this music proudly exists as sonic information, music that invites you to mediate on how a simple tone with a halo of white noise pulsing along makes one feel.The album and the contents that lay herein ask no questions, nor do they venture any answers, only undefined ambiguity, late night neat ambient smoothness based only on a listener’s perceptions. Yes, critics are gonna stretch themselves thin to justify this album’s existence, they’re gonna go to great lengths to attempt to explain the intellectual purity here, the importance of just being, though when all is said and done, I say “Have you ever felt the warmth from listening to your steam pipes crackle, where there’s a rhythmic quality to the water pulsing though those ancient circulating coils from the last century, vibrating in syncopation to the traffic on the street below, where the hum of your alarm clock, a sound you once found so annoying, slowly begins to mesh with the babbling water dripping from your sink, and you realize that we’re all innerly connected though sound, and this space right here right now is so beautiful that you never want to open the front door again. Review by Jenell Kesler

While, I'm sure you enjoyed your keyboarding over this lengthy justification at writing it. But, you seem to have missed the point of this fairly twee, and afternoon spent indoors while its sunny outside listener of an album completely in doing so, and I'm not even sure what album of his you are actively reviewing by the third paragraph. Are you sure it's this one?

Fantastic pressing! One of my new favorites in my collection.

Sounds amazing! So glad to finally have this masterpiece reissued