I duck into an omg so relevant coffee shop near Boston University, frozen head to toe after bicycling in the snow all day. I don’t fit in, wearing small specks of mud like mascara, my jeans lined with a thousand grains of road salt, my socks… gelatin. After an hour of idle phone thumbing, I still have to bike home. But when I step outside again, heat leaps from my body like steam from a kettle. Uh oh.
If I don’t hear Wookie‘s remix of “Walking on Water” soon, I might lose the warmth in my fingers.
Garage producer Wookie straps his kick drum to an infectious hi hat, then, bubbly stabs of melody poke their head between two well timed rim shots. Then, brass-like synth sends bright flashes of color rocketing across a bassline that has as much silence as it has fonk.
The magic is in the empty space–the pauses–and vocalist Eliza Doolittle fills those nicely with lyrics full of earnest anticipation. Doolittle gained crazy momentum after featuring with Disclosure recently, but Wookie brought the firewater this time.