Peaking Lights
936

THE REVIEW

For those who still have doubts: Not Not Fun is at its zenith.

After releasing an impressive number of interesting and highly innovative releases in two years (which then means smartly rediscovering), equally divided among hypnagogic hoaxes (argh), tropical derivations, bedroom psychedelia, and weird music for the brainless, it reaches the doors of 2011 with one of its most focused works. It is "936," the debut of Peaking Lights: tinkering husband (just take a look at his do-it-yourself electronic gadgets) and nostalgic wife. The two have chewed up Dub so much that they transfigure it and turn it into toy debris, upon which tropical Synths crash, sometimes alluring, sometimes melancholic, capable of recalling both certain Kraut and certain New Age that we had all forgotten.

"936" is nothing but a series of hooks, dreamy, hypnotic and oneiric, a reshuffling of the cards that starts from behind while looking (very) forward. Undoubtedly among the absolute peaks of this year.