Quorum by The Solomons

You will love to open this new recording by The Solomons, Quorum, and listen to any track at random. It doesn’t matter which one you play because they all release the same bracing delight, darkness, memory, desire and anxious, danceable urgency. Later, you might remember a single individual song title, and I don’t know if they’re actually memorable; anyhow, they won’t matter to you in that way. For you, they’ll be like a package you carry through your day and into the deep night, one you open to get a contact high, a pick-me-up jolt, a needed dose of dizzying waking.

However little you thought you’d been trafficking in surfaces and ornament, after a song on Quorum you realize it was much too much. However cleansed of illusions you believed yourself to be, it looks like they built up anyhow. The Solomons takes them off like paint-stripper. You’re shriven, your head is shaved. The experience is religious in its ferocity and disdain for cheap solace.

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