Jesse Reiner (Jonas Reinhardt’s first mister, alongside past / parttime collaborators like Phil Manley of Trans Am and Damon Palermo of Mi Ami and Magic Touch), who never quite had the Kranky krinkle of his ohm-ambient labelmates, travels head-on, Tomorrowland-style, through long-form cosmic Moroder constellations on his latest EP.
Nothing frothy about it, though there is a bit of the rubbery in Reiner’s bounce-about, cool, funky kraut-disco. Suddenly we’re beaming back to a time when the world looked forward, envisioning a 21st century decked with silver, chrome and neoprene. It’s a sonic space both transparent and shiny; the metallic ding and cold ribbon of data, scrolling through infinite space. Opener “Foam Fangs” transports us instantly into an ever-expanding universe of sound and light fanning out and folding in on itself at once. Variations on that theme continue as the Jonas journey oscillates through the beatbeyond