There’s so much more tension in a Maserati song than most dance music. So while “The Eliminator” recalls classic big beat (think Chemical Brothers), there’s also a dark undercurrent that suggests a futuristic Spaghetti Western. Perhaps it’s just a sense of narrative. This may be why Maserati VII’s most successful tracks are the longest ones, notably 10 minute+ centerpiece “Abracadabrcacab” which doesn’t resemble Genesis as much as it does a heavily-processed Explosions in the Sky. There’s a slicing, chiming guitar-lead reminiscent of U2's the Edge circling a percussive Blue Man-ish center, shadowed by menacing synthetic storm clouds.
There’s a solid mix of moods, from the icy, ’80s minimalism underlying the group’s ode to Suicide’s Martin Rev throughout the goth-tinged psych rock of “Solar Exodus,” with its robotic Auto-Tune vocals the only such track on the disc. The album closes with “San Tropea,” a fitting encapsulation that seeks to transpose Pink Floyd to the shores of Ibiza. While the rhythms can feel as oppressive as a sauna over time, the intricacy, color, and melody in the arrangements make Maserati VII a mesmerizing and more entrancing listen than mere chill-out room fare. (Temporary Residence).
ooooohhhh, I'm so excited!! I can't wait to see them together!
come on man you know you got a bromance. you probably still rock that OutKast…
Yes, 14 is the correct answer. I'll pass your info along to the group's manager,…
That was January of 2007, and they are 21 now, so I'm guessing 14?