{"title":"Photay","description":"","products":[{"product_id":"photay-windswept-black-vinyl","title":"Photay - Windswept - Black Vinyl","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eFrom the perspective of people who categorize music by genres and types, Evan Shornstein, better-known under his production moniker\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePhotay\u003c\/strong\u003e, has created lots of different kinds of sounds over the past decade. There’s the Hudson Valley-raised, Los Angeles-based multi-instrumentalist composer’s quasi-IDM and electronic almost-pop tracks with the occasional vocal; the improvised organic and and experimental music sessions he participates in alongside new age giants,\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eLaraaji\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eand\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCarlos Niño\u003c\/strong\u003e; the diaspora electronic folk-jazz he makes with veteran musicians from all over the globe; and the disco and house adjacent records he tag-team DJs with Brooklyn producer\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCesar Toribio\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eand engineer\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePhil Moffa\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e(who also masters all of Photay’s records — and those of dance-music dons around the world). But if you’ve listened closely to Shornstein’s prodigious output, you know that separating and classifying the work is actually contrary to the energy of Photay music. That what on-the-surface may lazily appear as differences, is actually brought together by a shared sonic warmth, a hardware pastoralism at play. Whatever category he engages, Photay makes outdoor music under the spell of the elements, for the purpose of different human movements — some physical, some spiritual, some emotional, some philosophical.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOn Photay’s fifth solo album,\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003eWindswept\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e, that pastoralist unity is even more explicit: It is an album about wind. The project began with the producer designing a synth patch to, in his words, “mimic the ‘wind’ as a powerful, deep, unpredictable and at times overwhelming spirit.” So use of that “wind” patch became\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eWindswept\u003c\/em\u003e’s instrumental throughline, and the element became the album’s thematic maypole. The natural world had always been one of Photay’s calling cards, and now it had invaded the machine, and his writing.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eShornstein comes to his naturalist aesthetic…well…naturally. He grew in Saugerties and Woodstock, New York, one of America’s historical epicenters of hippie idylls, environmentalist ideals, and new sonic ideas. This is not simply the parish of Big Pink, of a globally famous 1969 festival and other boomer fantasias, of tourist-ready tie-dye shops and organic food markets. Woodstock is also the birthplace of John Cage’s best-known piece (“4’33”) and the Maverick contemporary music festival; of Creative Music Studios, an improvisers collective co-founded in the early ‘70s by Ornette Coleman, Kale Berger and Ingrid Sertso; and was a longtime residence of the late Malcolm Cecil, inventor of TONTO, a self-built early super synthesizer, made famous on recordings by Stevie Wonder, Minnie Ripperton and Gil Scott-Heron, among many.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eConsciously or not, Shornstein came of age under the shadow of all these markers. He played drums and percussion in high-school bands, going so far as to travel to Guinea during college to study drums and the balafon (a kind of West African xylophone), and picking the ilimba afterwards. And from his very first release in 2012, Photay embraced multi-cultural traditions, setting them next to electronic music’s sinuous beauty, deep bass and dance beats, but also alongside atmospheric field recordings and ceremonial rhythms. In Photay’s music, the natural, the global and the synthetic were another unified theory. Balearica, the next generation.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOne reason that\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eWindswept\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003emay especially feel like an organic solo statement is that the previous handful of projects Photay had been involved in were all explicitly collaborative. There was the new age improvisation albums with Niño and friends; there was the album he produced for London-based Indian-American drummer\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSarathy Korwar\u003c\/strong\u003e; and there was\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWEMA\u003c\/strong\u003e, a kind of studio supergroup involving members of the Afro-Latin dance band\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePenya\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eand Tanzanian gogo master\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMsafiri Zawose\u003c\/strong\u003e. Each of those projects took Shornstein in very specific directions he did not dictate.\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eWindswept\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003ewas a response to those experiences, an opportunity to reconnect with his own vision, and apply newfound lessons.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe album is primarily reliant on electronic textures, yet with numerous friends adding instrumental touches. Some are common —\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eRandall Fisher\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eand\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWill Epstein\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eon reeds and winds, Niño on percussion — while other are far-out — guitarist\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eNate Mercereau\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eis credited with playing “Translucence” on the ghostly, Vangelis-like “Barely There,” while Portuguese folk artist\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMariana Bragada\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eplays the ocarina, a type of ceramic flute on the deep-space funky “Low Pressure System.” Windswept’s compositions were largely written-out and specifically produced, though a couple were also turned into “songs” out of improvised sections. But all were under the spell of the wind, of climate change and weather phenomena — from their titles on down. “Derecho,” the album’s first single, is a highly syncopated solo performance where a hi-hat and synthetic percussion groove play off an arpeggiated bass-sequencer; and which is named for a highly violent windstorm that accompanies thunderstorms (you may have read about the one that took place in Houston in mid-May 2024).\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThere is admittedly a higher quotient of direct-towards-dance-floor energy to Windswept than recent Photay recordings have featured. Stretches of tracks are moderately home-rave-ready: on “Air Lock,” playful string-like synth and flute melodies ascend to jungly breakbeats and to Shornstein’s autotuned vocal about “feel[ing] the state of things.” “Zephyr” opens with reserved, ambient-techno beats, before the pristine mix of drum-machine syncopations begins driving the western breeze towards a Detroit-style vibe. And after a beautiful percussive opening, “Low Pressure System” acquires a muted kick-drum and a synth-jazz-funk circle ensues, a barefoot summer backyard dance excelsior. But there are moments of reservation as well, and of Evan’s voice embracing the moment. The one-man autotuned-chorus of the acapella “Forecast” opens the album by gently setting the narrative tone, of natural currents and human feelings. While the closing “Still Existing” brings those vocals back in the service of an expansively beautiful, multi-part, electronic pop miniature, with the wind carrying\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eLaraaji\u003c\/strong\u003e’s piano and Epstein’s saxophone in and out of the foreground.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThese bookends — gorgeously sweet melodies and tart textures, layered synths and instruments, off-kilter rhythms and treated voices, all gliding from structure into another — contain much of the warmth and fresh-air that’s made Photay’s various sounds so distinctive and unified through the years. 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