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MH-241 Nobody & Mystic Chords Of Memory - Tree Colored See  Tree Colored See is a collaborative effort between Nobody (Elvin Estella) and Mystic Chords Of Memory (Chris Gunst and Jen Cohen). Building off of successful guest appearances on each other's past releases, the trio began collaborating on the project in the spring of 2004. After a year-plus of road trips and mail-order production efforts, the result is a perfectly crafted blend of psychedelic hip-hop and sunshine folk-rock. Nobody proves himself a producer/arranger in the classical sense, using his sample-based tool set to create the foundations for the album. Chris Gunst continues to mature as a songwriter and along with partner Jen Cohen, adds wistful vocals and accomplished musicianship to each song. For those who have followed any of these artists throughout the courses of their respective careers, this album proves to bring out the best in each of the participants. |
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| Awesome! - XLR8R / Stunningly beautiful - Lodown / A perfectly crafted blend of psychedelic hip-hop and sunshine folk-rock - The Test Pilot / Very beautiful, refreshing music - Big Takeover / Lovely - Skyscraper / An enchanting album - Synthesis / Tree Colored See's rural fetish is seductive – Mojo |
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| Knee-deep in fluffy, mid-February snow somewhere in Brooklyn, faces redden and a furor is sparked by this sunburst psych collaboration between Dj Nobody and Beachwood Sparks refugee Chris Gunst. It's not that the tracks are terrible; they're actually as good or better than Nobody's criminally overlooked solo output of beat-based productions, which can flip froma meditative hip-hop cut to a Flaming Lips cover without ever sounding forced. The problem is Gunst's nature-centric lyrics of sinking into sand, swimming in the Gulf of Mexico and cozying up to a beachside bonfire. Sung with the bittersweetness of Elliott Smith (without that whole chronically depressed aftertaste), they'll leave you lusting after spring afternoons and summer nights. And then there's Nobody's subtle production patchwork of chirping crickets, steamy synths, hollow percussion patterns, screaming cicidas, crackling records, wailing harmonicas and guitars that genuinely weep. Save this one for the solstice - you're gonna need it. - Urb |
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