This whole release reminds me of Cookies in Berlin. With its large, square chandeliers, sunken dance floor and cocktail bar, the club exudes a bit more glamour than is typical for the city's usually bare-bones, raw-dog aesthetic. Like Cookies, then, "My Place" is a fitting destination for when you want it hard and deep but a bit glittery as well. The title track's the place to be here, its exuberant, glitzy and heavily-filtered disco house exuding a nighttime world contoured by Bret Easton Ellis: neon lights, stilettos and white powder on a mirrored tray.
Trading off with a wispy, evocative clarinet line, a vocal warmly invites you "come on over to my place," and you can envision riding with a stranger in an elevator to a high-rise pad, followed by unknown pleasures at some lost hour of the night. jozif's remix plays out like a natural extension, pushing the groove harder, riding a bouncy stab on the intro, and letting a swirl of disco strings unfurl at the climax.
On the flip "Take a Breath" bears several requisite deep house signifiers but doesn't seem to offer much besides that.
Closer "Time Tells" is quite a perplexing number, mostly because of the unusual vocal DOTB have chosen to drop: a female voice discussing the nature of language in a professorial tone, which at first doesn't exactly scream "house anthem." In fact at first it sounds like the voice might have been inserted there ironically, like some '50s anti-drug warning—but a closer listen reveals a hidden affinity between speech and sound: while the woman discusses the role that linguistic signs play in producing a sense of community, the beats pump an up-tempo, lively house groove underneath, as if to remind you that sometimes you don't have to say a word to come together.
Tracklist: Death On The Balcony - My Place01. My Place
02. My Place (jozif Remix)
03. Take A Breath
04. Time Tells
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