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Itâs hard to believe that this is Prins Thomasâ first solo album. Heâs been a central figure in the Norwegian wibbly disco scene for years; as a collaborator with Lindstrom, a quite incredible DJ, and as a remixer and producer in his own right (if you havenât already, you need to check out his epically beautiful mix of Hatchbackâs âWhite Diamondâ). Yet on his self-titled debut he moves away, almost completely, from the dancefloor.
In place of the rounded and spacious grooves that made his name, Prins Thomas gets stuck into Neu-esque motorik pulses, as on opener âAttiatteâ, and gentle hippy wig-outs that sound as if heâs been listening to a fair bit of Popul Vuh. Itâs all pleasant material, but also quite polite. The original Krautrock explorations of these sounds often crackled with the thrill of new discoveries, yet these homages are cosy and comfortable. Only on the strutting disco-house of âWendy not Walterâ does Prins Thomas remind us what a stunning dance music producer he is, ornately layering the glitter-balls keyboards and string sweeps to create a mighty, undeniable haze of cosmic disco bliss.
While itâs totally admirable that Prins has refused to get caught up in the hype that surrounded Norwegian disco, and has steadfastly decided to do his own thing, I canât help but wish that his debut had a few more cosmic disco bangers (if thatâs not a contradiction in terms) and a few less strung-out guitar solos. But then Iâm a shallow hedonist.
Simon Hampson