I think it would be safe to say that since our last visit onto Panic City’s long and colourful runway, Mr. P.C. has gone under a complete transformation to not only push his own sound further than the length of the cosmos and the space that exists between the seen/unseen, but he has managed to give that hint of underground mystic and aural-delicacy uniqueness that can only be found inside our imaginative inner bounds.
Leading the way through a curiously titled Marky Mark ode, producer Panic City digs deep into his sample bank of surprises and pulls out a golden ruby called ‘Mark Wahlberg.’ ‘Cruise CTRL’ is on a whole new level that is strictly out of this world – and is totally out-of-bounds (in a good way) on every chord and every note hit.
Panic City’s new take on The XXs’ ‘Chained’ is divine, drum-led and strictly serious for the dance floor, while ‘Miami Bass’ should really be renamed ‘Staccato Bass,’ as that piece of structure has more weight behind it than the entire good / bad X Men army fighting with the entire video game ensemble of Mortal Kombat.
‘Gunshot’ locks n’ loads through a mighty succession of chord uplifts and breakdowns, but not before emotionally (& unfortunately) using a dashing of Adele’s distinctive vocal – and creating a transcendent tide of emotion by its own backing instrumental encapsulating a stream of progressive melancholy making it professionally magnificent.
Panic City keeps reaching for the stars, shimmering six thrilling sheens of shiny aural trademarks; so get those wintertime sunglasses back from out of those drawers as the Imperial master from San Francisco is back in town.