Color The Weather and colour us interested, because we’ve finally got an LP from Suicideyear. Though Baton Rouge’s number 1 Sadboy dropped the Japan odds-and-sods full-length back in 2015, this LuckyMe drop is the first time that Suicideyear has set out to create an album's-worth of tracks in one sitting. The vision is realised well here, with his classic Gothic trap style balanced out by excursions into digital noise and mournful ambient interludes. Think How To Dress Well meets Ziur.
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How the hell is there a Suicideyear album out in August. In our long summer, in our backyard, you do this to us? Suicideyear is clearly and objectively an autumn jam and they stick us with this. ‘Color the Weather’ is the Baton Rouge producer’s first LP after two massively impressive EPs; saying that omits false start ‘Japan’, though, a record that made close bonds between trap beats and idyllic melodies. I can tell you right now he does not disappoint; this record hits that same sweet spot between evocative soundscape and sleepwalking dance music.
Suicideyear is the kind of producer who can filter it all through. He lets chords linger and flutter; he lets effects squeak and bounce. Inspired by a myriad production styles, tunes like “Tired” become showcases without ever giving up their gorgeous, ruminatory feel, his patience showing and glowing as the beats build around impressionistic sounds. “Momma” is a gorgeous, almost ballad-like trap tune, its glitching vocals and efervescent ambient keys striking a touching, almost conversational chord. In this moment, he resembles the artists we’ve always housed him with, the tune’s wordless but lyrical style paying indirect homage to the production work of FRIENDZONE, who again feel shouted out on the piano boom of “Days Forever”.
When I think about it, all I mean by that comparison is that ‘Color the Weather’ is beautiful music, pure and simple, the kind that momentarily puts you in a bind because nothing else is going to be quite so nice. Suicideyear’s productions are lowkey transcendent, shooing me off to a place where I stop thinking of the music and the genre as vehicle or purpose. Kinda like when you stare at a really good painting in a gallery without knowing, or caring, what makes it good. This is mood board as masterpiece.
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