
Sometimes writing a cogent review about an electronica artist's first LP is akin to explaining how an airplane flies while sitting inside it, mid flight: you can see that the results work but you can't stand on the wings to observe the physical flow of air that keeps the heavy vehicle aloft. Cordovan's
eponymous first set epitomizes said conundrum on wax. The LP opens with "Magma" which has crispy bass lines, buttery-ass Hammond B-3 bubbling and found sounds thrown in to t...
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