In a kaleidoscope of sound that’s as confusingly mesmerizing as fog over the Golden Gate Bridge, TATE SEDAR’s “San Francisco” is an electrifying jumble of hip-hop beats chasing post-EDM synths down Lombard Street. Imagine if Jack Kerouac jotted verses to the stuttering rhythm of strobe lights—this track would be bellowing from the clubs he’d meander past.
“San Francisco,” not content with simply nodding to its namesake, plunges into a love affair with it, twirling around all those laid-back West Coast vibes before dunking them in a neon vat of future-shock aesthetics. Here we have SEDAR—a sonic alchemist—melding dreamy riffs you might hear on Haight-Ashbury corners with lo-fi chops and electro drums robust enough to rival the city’s famed trolley cars.
The release stands shoulder-to-shoulder yet towers above previous works like “Heaven“—it’s clear our Insomniac artist has bravely ventured further into electronic wilderness here. It’s like hopping between decades at warp speed; one moment there are echoes reminiscent of Empire’s heart-wrenchingly soulful “Hero,” and then snap—the reverberation morphs into something that could easily make Justin Bieber’s “Hold On” quiver in its boots.
For ears hungry for innovation and feet itching to dance on stardust, TATE SEDAR gives us “San Francisco.” The track serves up auditory snapshots so complex they deserve gallery space at SFMOMA. Listen once, and the experience is deja vu wrapped in novelty—an audio paradox that feels disorientingly familiar yet intoxicatingly new.
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