Unicorn Kid
Tidal Rave EP

Summer album reviews part two: the album that makes you feel refreshed (and possibly a bit of sexual excitement)

At the play, like at a starting signal, every hair and strand of yours turns aquamarine or violet or crystal blue. You feel your body fizzing, lose orientation, feel the sand under your feet: there's a party in front of you. Multicolored drinks travel through the crowd and inside, bewildered, you see a lot of wet boobs and butts (or others depending on your preferences): you don't need to drink, you're already fine like this, just the right amount of dazed, the alcohol warms your chest and your head floats in the water. For once, there's room for you at such parties. Under the water's surface, you see a massive stereo system: guess what those ignorant speakers are blasting?

They play Seapunk. Probably the shortest, most useless, sterile internet culture ever: practically a vaporwave with fewer elements, boasting an abundance of dolphins and shades. The aquatic sounds are "peculiar," the light-heartedness, occasionally some rhythmic sophistication (Blank Banshee), but really very little else. Apart from Unicorn Kid, and not even all of it: it's better to say apart from this EP and maybe a single, Pure Space, in the same style. A bit little, what do you think? It might not even be worth it: in the past few days, I've also tried listening to some vaporwave, I don't feel like hurting myself again now. And yet if you're sweating, if your arms are sticking to the PC, if your shirt is sticking to your chest, unpleasant feeling, or if you're perhaps in the mood for some fooling around and have 9 minutes to spare, I highly recommend the listen. I'm not just recommending it to those who like electronic music or can endure the flashy, I'm recommending it to everyone who's hot. A sinuous ace-flavored synth will caress your neck with fresh sugary-alcoholic fragrances and will dry your butt. Enough now, I'm off to the beach. Don't take iPods to the sea; the humidity will ruin them.