Collaboration seems to suit Jamit as this is the third time he has teamed up with South African based Kroissenbrunner to help expand the sonic range and palette of ideas from which to make music. Again based on Jamit’s ability to weave gentle beats with glitchy, freeform, futuristic dance patterns and Kroissenbrunner’s mercurial lyrical inclusions, it features the usual blend of familiarity and freshness, ambience and subversion.
As is often the way they chose to work in foreign languages, more interested in the sounds of the words, the lyrical quality rather than the actual communicated meaning; this is language as an instrument, words as musical notes, sonic shapes rather than concise communication. Zulu is the chosen source this time out and it adds an ancient, primal contrast to the far flung futurism of the music. Dark and sensual, sultry and non-sensical in a wonderfully abstract but totally positive way, the words being explored are actually the names of spices, presumably carrying on the loose theme of the title.
As always, its a fantastic vision of one particular dance floor future. One where the music industry has collapsed on itself and broken apart and rogue bands of music makers and creatives are all we have left to rely on for our down time grooves and clubland adventures. It is a future that is ever changing, free of fad or fashion and most of all unconcerned with shifting units, as they call it, or riding bandwagons. Doesn’t that sound like the sort of future we want to leave behind us? It does to me, and Masala Bazaar, as well as all of Jamit’s previous releases, is perhaps the first tastes of that possible scenario.