Music
Words by Will Bentley-Hawkins
Photography by Patrick Woodling
Selections & Descriptions by Gi Gi
Born and raised in Austin, Texas, Gi Gi didn’t discover his love of dance until he moved to Boston for university – a period marked by frequent trips to go clubbing in New York. Drawn to the experimental and off-centre corners of dance music, Gi Gi found himself frequenting Bossa Nova Civic Club, Palisades and a rotation of warehouses and DIY spots.
Amongst this plethora of parties, a Laurel Halo live set at Williamsburg venue Baby’s in 2014 sticks out as a formative moment for wanting to pursue this further. From 2015-2017, Gigi had two stints as an NYC resident before moving back to his hometown of Austin. In hindsight, returning to his roots helped a truckload.
“From a young age, I was able to take influences from an era of the New York scene that a lot of people now look back on as quite a fertile period. By then going back to Texas, where there’s a fraction of the supporters for this sort of music, I was able to sit with these influences and synthesise them more or less in isolation.”
There’s no denying that in big, creatively charged cities, echo chambers open up. Everyone starts peeking at what the person next to them is doing and, without meaning to, ends up doing the same. Thankfully, Gi Gi managed to sidestep all of that, so when it came to releasing his own material in 2019, it sounded super unique.
“I felt like I’d finally created something that had my own voice (that first release has material that dates all the way back to those early experiments in 2013).”
Soon enough, the Texan was sitting on album-ready music, with releases landing on labels like Quiet Time and Good Morning Tapes. If stress or anxiety’s running high, throw on his Lumino Pleco or Dreamliner LPs — impeccable downtempo and ambient constructions.
At the same time, he began diving into online music circles, contributing mixes to platforms such as Animalia (AUS) deep creep’s pi pi pi (NYC), Motion Ward (LA), Ultra Fog’s vowel (Tokyo) and more. This creative push came at the height of the pandemic, a period that unexpectedly fostered a more attentive audience for the subtle, home-focused sounds he specialises in. Since then, touring has become a significant focus.
“I’ve spent half of this year touring, and it’s been so rewarding to carry years-long online relationships that I’ve formed with people in distant corners of the world over this shared passion into the physical realm for the first time”
These shows have taken Gi Gi across the U.S., Europe, and most recently the Indo-Pacific. Now based in Naarm/Melbourne, he’s enjoying the slower pace of life and soaking up the flow of his temporary new home. “I’ve been settling into my new-ish surroundings, hunting for music, making music, putting mixes together, and tackling all the admin for my next album, while lining up Summer gigs around Australia.”
Lately, the American has been sharpening his club DJ blade, leaning into higher BPMs while carrying on the mission of making it all fit together as one larger picture. It’s this merging of worlds that gives the project its pull, an artist eager to move through varied sonic spaces and build bridges between them. As the story so far suggests, the producer’s taste is vast; let’s scratch the surface. Take it away, Gi Gi.
The entire Chain Reaction roster looms large in my life, and Porter Ricks is no exception, but I particularly love this one for how much of a departure it is from virtually everything else the group has done. Rather than subaqueous dub techno or mangled static ambience, what’s on offer here is a surprisingly bouncy slab of downbeat that combines heavily swung, boom-bap-adjacent drums with cyclical call-and-response dub chords and a garish loop of what sounds like a heavily flanged guitar solo. A combination that shouldn’t work on paper but adds up to more than the sum of its parts. This is one I like to play either in the opening stretch of longer club sets or in more dancefloor-focused downtempo sets. Despite sitting at a modest 104 bpm, the stabs and guitar give it an inertia that makes it feel like the energy is perpetually pushing upwards.
Another one that evades easy classification stylistically— a theme of a lot of my favourite music, I suppose. In essence, it’s a piece of early-90s UK ambient techno à la Global Communication, but a few elements push it into a different zone altogether. A lively soca-tinged snare pattern significantly ups the energy, and a rolling dub bassline brings the sub pressure. Then, on top of this ultra-tight groove, pensive keys and cosmic Detroit-style pads are splashed across the canvas, meandering about for minutes at a time. Another great transitional tool— all the melodic elements allow it to slide into the deeper introductory part of a set easily, but that insistent, loping groove creates the perfect opening to push into something a bit more heavy and rhythmic.
Speaking of heavy and rhythmic…this is one for a little later in the night, to push the temperature up a bit. Dub techno in its purest form— not the homogenous “one filtered delay chord on top of a pulsating kick for 8 minutes” kind that proliferated in the 00s, but some truly raw early 90’s UK techno smothered in gauzy chords and a cheeky one-love vocal refrain that evokes roots reggae in a much more direct way than 90% of tracks labeled with the genre tag. That is, until the vocal starts to disintegrate in front of your eyes in the second half, getting minced by a tremolo effect and overtaken by a wash of darker, watery textures.
Every track on this record is incredible in its own right. I love how they all serve their own role as variations on a theme (and I’ll admit I probably play the A1 most often for its playful yelps and being a bit more functional overall). Still, the more overt dub elements at play here, and the way the track evolves over its runtime, make this one a uniquely dynamic experience on the right dancefloor.
One of my favourite finds of late (shout out to Cory), Sans Soleil has a handful of LPs that present an impressively singular interpretation of various strains of techno, house, IDM, etc. His first record came out on Transmat, and the Detroit influence is there for sure, but by the time of this album’s release, that sound had morphed into something altogether different. This track, in particular, is a dizzying machine-funk epic, gradually building a squelching yet head-down electro groove around an impassioned R&B vocal performance from Genevieve. I’m really drawn to tracks that infuse deeply emotional human qualities into an otherwise decidedly computer-based electronic context, and this is a prime example. The way the vocal is played with, alternatingly chopped and layered into micro hooks and then left to play out with all of its original heartache, is stunning to me.
This also checks another box for me—tracks that seem to come from outside a functional dance music context but can nevertheless work in that environment under the right circumstances. This track initially reads to me as more of an IDM piece intended for headphone listening. Still, the brisk electro drums and ricocheting glitchy vocal chops make it ripe for a dancefloor moment if framed tactfully. In a way, it almost reminds me of certain Perlon records —squint hard enough, and you can hear a little Villalobos or Dygas in there somewhere— and I’ll often play it when I’m hovering somewhere between that zone and more contemporary leftfield club sounds.
This one has been with me for the better part of a decade, ever since I scooped the 12″ expecting the original mix’s sun-kissed house euphoria and instead ended up with a killer trifecta of remixes from Carl Craig, Freestyle Man, and Roman Flügel, appearing here as Eight Miles High. A mesmerising and idiosyncratic piece of electronic dub that melts the original vocal hook across a skanking halftime groove (that, to my ears, feels like a premonition of the UK dubstep sounds that were to come half a decade later), creating a mood that’s much more ambiguous than the original, and totally irresistible.
Whenever possible, I like to end closing sets with a bit of a wind down, gradually bringing the energy down to land rather than banging it until the lights come up, and this is one I often turn to in that moment— the tempo and iconic vocal create a through line with whatever house/techno etc might come before but the halftime sway and cavernous dub processing make for a perfect eyes-closed final moment on the dancefloor.
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