Though Mozam Beaks’ Crème de la Kremlin came out last summer, I was remiss in not giving the album a proper review for you, the masses, to ponder. So in light of Mozam’s first live show last week at the Neurolux, I’ve decided to retroactively turn you on (those of you who missed it the first time around) to one of my favorite albums to come out of the City of Trees this past year.
Seconds into the opening track the sound slithers its way into your bloodstream like warm narcotic. The album plays like the soundtrack to your most vivid childhood fever dreams. This is what Rudyard Kipling heard while he wrote The Jungle Book and Riki Tiki Tavi. This is what Maurice Sendak had in mind for the film adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are. This album is otherworldly, eerily reminiscent, and invitingly dark. It envelops you in a humid, wearily welcomed, sonic cocoon from beginning to end. I typically black out for the approximately 33 minutes that the album runs, awaking sticky with sweat and peculiarly at ease. I usually hit play again.
Embrace this unreasonably warm January, or if winter ever gets here, float away to warmer worlds by popping on over to bandcamp.com (or possibly Record Exchange?) and picking up Mozam Beaks’ Crème de la Kremlin.