I don’t quite know how to feel about Jonny Kosmo’s self-titled debut because it’s lost. At times endearing, hopeful, catchy, maybe even revelatory, it sways you then delays you, picks you up then drops you, romances you then leaves you wanting.
“Prelude” opens you up to a galaxy of sound. It's a hopeful entrée into an album of heart, experiment, decision, but the music plays and the entire show of sound is incohesive; each song stands alone, lonely and lacking. You feel indifferent and distant but you don’t shut it off—'cause that opener made a promise!
The tunes crave an emotional intimacy most apparent in “We Are Not Alone,” which plays like a personal love letter. The beats are electronic zaps of energetic funk and folk sped up then slowed down, akin to the psychedelic sounds and vocals of Tame Impala, Drugdealer, and 70s disco. At times the music goes nowhere, looping into oblivion—like in the aptly titled “Lazy Susan.” I’d call Jonny Kosmo’s sound “cannabis infused bubble gum disco funk” with a bit of advertising score potential—@ Target, you interested?
This is the type of album you listen to on a night drive down the coast by yourself or with friends. It pairs nicely with a 39-minute bicycle ride or red wine. I think Kosmo’s got potential on his futuristic artistic journey if he digs deep into the dynamics of sound, material, and himself.
Emma Rachel Estrada started writing in journals when she was 13, newly bat -mitzvah'd. Now she writes poetry, song lyrics and articles as a 22-year old living in Berkeley.