On The Road
Poland's Jacek Sienkiewicz presents his first album for Cocoon Recordings since 2004's Displaced (COR 008CD/LP). With over 30 releases behind him, and over a decade of running his own label, Sienkiewicz persistently follows his very own path, creating music that is impossible to define. Friendly, but not fraternizing, modest, but stubborn only in a positive way, Jacek is an individual with a clear, personal vision and an unorthodox approach to music -- light years away from the hectic, utilitarian ethos of club-derived electronic beats. On The Road is complex and challenging, to be derived in recent years from the music formerly known as techno. This album successfully attempts to embrace virtually all aspects of modern electronic music -- from rave-like club bangers, through Detroitish passion and deep house-like style, towards ambient soundscapes that are Mariana Trench-deep. Although "Departure" and "Arrival" are clearly marked, this is a journey without a beginning or an end, an endless peregrination in search of the lost chords, primal rhythms and melodies coming supposedly from another world. On The Road is also another collaboration with Cocoon -- starting with Téchnè (COR 003CD), through the memorable Displaced, the cycle is now completed with one of the most experimental albums to appear on Sven Väth's label to date. This record is not easy and definitely demands attention -- but it's also rewarding like no other. On The Road encapsulates Jacek's journey to date -- and is by no means its closing chapter. Quite the contrary -- it's a blueprint for an even more advanced attempt to create a truly timeless piece of art without denying its obvious, energetic and joyful roots. This is proper music -- full of energy and life, impossibly complex yet light as a feather, dense, thought-provoking and playful at the same time. Balancing between dirty noises and angelic melodies, it is moving and at times simply breath-taking. From the opening drone, in a second turned into a whirlwind of sounds and noises, via robotic fanfares for the common traveler and muscular bass-driven anthems for still non-existent dancefloors, towards ambient-like bliss, we hear mature, totally original music. It's not Detroit nor Santiago, not Sheffield nor Berlin, it's not even the sound of Jacek's hometown of Warsaw -- this is the real music of the spheres.