I have read a lot of reviews about Dakota Slim’s most recent release, title “Cactus Crown”, which came out over this past summer. I have taken that summer and the proceeding fall to exist within its haze, letting it weave a tapestry of astral environments for me to meditate around, a map that corrects itself somewhere between it’s original intentions and my own perspectives and paradoxes. It is easy to see where many folks get visions that produce reactions to “Cactus Crown” like: “Spaghetti Western”, “Cinematic”, and “Psychedelic Folk”. But there are some other reactions that my body has when I consume it’s creation. It is intentional. It is painstakingly crafted and recrafted. Dakota Slim has placed so many intelligent incracisies into this great work that every listen has a different dimension to it. Beyond all that it sounds professional: every part of this album is exactly as it should be, finding its way somewhere at the perfect intersection between overdone and creatively interesting. At the bottom of those waves it finds its home as a wonderful piece of artistic integrity: of someone finding themselves and sticking to their guns, and becoming exactly who they want to be. A lifelong process, surely, but albums like these are very nice waysigns, guide posts, and rest stops which can help us along the way.
That last paragraph had 222 words in it, which I decided was a neat enough looking number to look up the Occult Meaning of. I don’t know this kind of information off hand, because my memory is awful, but I came up with a ton of awesome information: “Serpent’s Eye”, “Good Mountain”, and many more. I have not taken up the time to decide which one of these I like, but I get a good feeling like I am on the right track when I see or hear something that gives me a fuzzy feeling on the back of my neck, somewhere below the backside of my crown and just in between the bottom of my shoulder blades. I am not %100 sure of the rituals that lead to the creation of “Cactus Crown”, but I do know that when I listen to this album I receive that sort of “ASMR” feeling that lets me know I am somewhere on the right path. These Eight Songs come together, in my listening experience, as a sort of meditative and forward moving ghost opening up that which is closed. The rhythms are just the right cradle between odd and familiar, the vocals are a whispering secret that can be heard voiced both in sands and alleyways. Spirituality aside, there is a lot of ambiance and alchemy between genres in this record, combining what sounds like a mixture of electronic beats on some songs, sampled drums, sampled horns, sampled everything. As a creator myself, I can feel certain parts that build and jive on themselves, and I can visualized the sort of cheshire smile that might have appeared on the songwriters face before a nod that signifies a “yeah, I got it that time”. This album, despite being artsy as hell, transcends being too pretentious because it sounds like it was extremely exciting to make. When music is just plain FUN to create, you can hear it when the record eventually comes out.
So pick up this indie-acoustic-spaced out but rhythmically interesting album soon, and support Dakota Slim’s other projects: such as the Open Source Art Religion & Collective We The Hallowed and Podcast “Pragmagick”. He always has something interesting up his sleeve, and I for one, am always interested to see just how deep those magicians robes go!