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16 of 16 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Review from Bigchill.net, August 14, 2002
I confess the opening bars of Jon Hopkins debut album had me worried. A sample of waves lapping on a beach, a crescendo of discordant notes and reverse cymbals building to a patented Pink Floyd swell. Thankfully, the guitar sound which follows is not a monolithic Dave Gilmour tremelo, but a beautiful, plaintive tinkling, as bright and clean as a summer's day. It soon becomes obvious that there are to be more clichés in these first 30 seconds than in the 55 minutes which follow. The 21-year-old Hopkins was playing piano from the age of five, and by the age of twelve he was studying piano and composition at the Royal College of Music, where he won, amongst other awards, the Concerto Prize. It cannot be easy to carry the tag 'musical genius' from childhood into the adult world of dance music, where technicianship is so easily mistaken for musicianship. Yet Hopkins shows considerable restraint. There is no showmanship here, no arrogant flourishes, just a perfectly constructed, beautifully arranged, minor masterpiece of downtempo melody and mood. 'Opalescent' has a lush velvetiness that is not a million miles from Zero 7, a smoothness of delivery that is pure Groove Armada, topped with the confidence to venture into more challenging and darker moods. The twelve instrumentals work beautifully as late night incidental music, but pay close attention and you will find a veritable smorgasboard of subtle, compelling rhythmic variations, touches of virtuoso piano and guitar tucked away in the mix, melodic threads that slowly wrap themselves around your head, and trip-hop beats that arrive with the sudden inevitablity of a Roald Dahl twist. Case in point, 'Private Universe', begins with some gentling bubbling, soft synth chords. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a soft sweep of strings slides in, then some bass, then four minutes later you are swinging along to a full band and thinking, where did all that sound come from? There are numerous similar examples, the slightly sinister 'Cold Out There', the pure, sparkling 'Halcyon', the compelling, climactic 'Cerulean'. More than anything, 'Opalescent' sounds like the album William Orbit might have made if, instead of chasing Madonna's moolah, he had followed his Strange Cargo series through to a natural, magical conclusion. An enormously promising debut. -AF
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