Combine the knowledge of Babylonia, Pythagoras, astrological philosophy from Hellenistic Alexandria, early Christian mysticism, the occultism of the early Gnostics, the Hebrew system of the Kabbalah, The Indian Vedas, the Chinese “Circle of the Dead”, and the Egyptian “Book of the Master of the Secret House”, and you’re still not even close to cracking the genetic code of “Eleven”, Namito’s first ever longplayer released on Martin Eyerer’s Kling Klong label.
“Eleven” has it all: the deepness of late night grooves combined with the audiophile finesse that makes Namito’s productions so tight and crisp.
A very laidback attitude and a lot of knowledge and feeling combined with a lot of imagination equal a massive ride that never sounds worn out or prefabricated.
The opener “Zizou” is setting the pace; a sound search that wakes the spirits and vitalizes the senses.
Shaky bass quakes layered with squirming synths recall the greatest moments of all times.
Sassily fading in: the racy “Curse”, a curse indeed for those who were planning to leave the club. It’s virtually impossible.
Shimmering like the patina of a city far far below like a ride on a magic carpet woven out of trancey pads – is “Seven Hours”. A long-lasting mind trip that takes you to higher levels.
“Train 2 Tehran” works on a similar level but aims much lower, way below the belt. Deep and stomping, this train cannot be stopped; it is like a conquest of a paradise lost and found.
“Who Knows” raises a lot of questions and gives answers in the same moment a cathartic release through hair raising bass drums. “Seven Lives”, produced with best amigo Martin Eyerer who is also half way responsible for Namito’s ambitious re-birth as one of Germany’s most talented producers, and Stephan Hinz, is one of the most accomplished tracks on the album.
Slowly building up, the utterly compelling groove grips you by the intestines and turns you inside out while the sparkly synths tickle your sub consciousness before the track breaks down and creates a funky mayhem. Excellent stuff.
The album culminates in a deep excursion of thoughtfulness, exploring the outer realms of sound experimentation the perfect end.