Somewhere in the rapidly evolving structure, the music leans out, beyond its own center of gravity, and makes madman gyrations without hesitation. Over six tracks and thirty-six minutes of unrepentant, heavy songs with heavy beats, Growing is doing just that in your speakers: constantly getting larger. It is much like a piece of the cover collage depicting a speed skater lunging forward—fast, balanced, and moving at breakneck speed.
Growing’s album All The Way moves this way. It’s a teeter-totter of sketchy dance beats, hard-charging samples and lavish keys. Songs like “Rave Pie Only” and “Green Flag” are not only smart and wryly titled, but they’re also pulsing, hedonic dreamscapes from some lush imagination. Some might scoff at electronic albums like All the Way when they show up at the party. They might say the bird flew with Orb et al . . . in the nineties. Growing aren’t exactly forging a new mold, they’re holding to the old one pretty darn well. The album isn’t without gimmicks, but it never relies on them. A song like “Innit” will always make people move, relevant artistically or not. Somewhere there is a dance floor, and there are people on it. There likely always will be. And wherever that dance floor might be, there will be artists like this who know it doesn’t take a Mensa member to shake a lot of ass.
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