I’ve never been a skater, but I have to say that this would be one serene skating experience. When I came up around skater friends and such, it was always fueled by metal or thrash like Slayer or Suicidal Tendencies (or to make it local Spot or Endpoint), or by hip-hop like A Tribe Called Quest or The Beastie Boys. But it seems like skating has grown up, or at least the musical accompaniment to some of it has, as evidenced here by films like Cuatro Sueños Pequeños and by the newest from Papa M himself David Pajo, a soundtrack to a (different) film about skating. Are you ready to get tranquil as fuck? Well, you should be, and it’s pretty goddamned nice if you ask me.
This is a remarkably beautiful album that never feels saccharine, but is always sweet in spirit. There is an ambience imbued into the music that would work well with a lot of slow motion grinds and ollies, which is a sentence I never expected to write, but which I am happy to have had the opportunity to do so. There is an energy to it that drives it forward, but without ever getting so busy as any of the aforementioned bands above, which suits the driving narrative often seen in skate or surf films, just peaceful and easy going. Pajo wants you to feel that love, the love he felt after being in a dark place, to uplift you as much as it did him. And that’s a nice feeling.
Listen below and get mild.