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by Martine Elianor
Greetings, Planet Earth. I have heard your cries for music that moves you in ways you can't explain.
I have listened to you demand excellent tunes that won't damper your stylish lifestyle.
Alas, these be the reasons why I have created The Polish Ambassador.
Yes, I am quite certain that God would introduce Diplomatic Immunity
with the above decree. The album manages to use previously unexplored
elements of the human imagination and show the universe some amazing
tunes in a genre that had been prone to mockery. Explaining the style
of music on Diplomatic Immunity is difficult, mainly because explaining
The Polish Ambassador is no easy task, either.
Self-described "half diplomat, half groove generator, all
asexual-cyborg," The Polish Ambassador cannot be fit into any
prepackaged category. "The Polish Ambassador was sent to earth to quell
all of the modern world's problems. Synthesizers and a pure spirit are
his primary weapons," explains The Polish Ambassador while referring to
himself, no, groove-self, in the third person.
With such titles as "Infiltrating the U.N." and "Not Without My
Chapstick," it becomes a chore to fight the curiosity evoked by the
track list. The album begins with "The Birth of Yellow," which should
be played when you rise early in the morning, around 1pm. The song
"Earth versus the World" gives birth to an efficient creativity that
gives techno a good name. It made me feel a bit sad, which is quite the
accomplishment, considering how often I tend to smile. The album in
general covers a variety of emotions, something that was thought to be
unreachable by techno. "Robot Motivation" sounds magical - it reminded
me of my first trip to Disneyworld in Orlando, Florida, among other
cute childhood memories.
"Diplomatic Immunity" isn't restricted to pinball music or shallow
dance grooves. It has a conscience - it feels the feelings of human
heart. "Amoeba Party" is somewhat romantic, and very enticing, but the
message "Steamed Shrimp Break" is concrete - it brings the funk back to
its rightful place, which is on this album. The final track, "Crumbling
Numbers," encourages the listener to shake "it" - whatever "it" may be
- all the way home. And remember, it's not over until it's over.
I originally became exposed to the sensuous synthesizer musings via
Last.FM, a social music site based in London, UK. The site features a
"Recommendation Radio," which has the capability to expose the listener
to a plethora of tunes that may pique interest. Some of the songs that
played on mine were rather disappointing, but every time The Polish
Ambassador played, I could not help but lose all inhibitions and
celebrate the beauty that is techno.
I proceeded to contact Mr. The Polish Ambassador for a press copy of
his album to review for The Immaculatan, to which he kindly responded
with the revelation that he was raised in Malvern, Pennsylvania. He
wrote, "I used to rollerblade around Immaculata as a kid! I even did
research in the library, took swim lessons there as a babe, and had
baseball practice their fields, among many other things. It was a huge
part of my up bringing."
The Polish Ambassador is intimately familiar with the internet, and wishes that you are, too:
http://www.thepolishambassador.com
http://www.myspace.com/polishambassador
http://www.last.fm/user/sugalski
It's no accident that the CD interacts with the reader. Indeed, The
Polish Ambassador has something to share with the world: "Join his army
and help him annihilate treacherous beats marring earth with shame and
disgrace. He's counting on you."
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