Ever since I first heard "The Call From Below" many moons ago, it's been haunting me. I can't remember the last time an album stuck with me like this one has and I'm still not sure I can adequately explain it. SEEKERSINTERNATIONAL is another piece of the puzzle that is the mysterious and enthralling TRANSMOLECULAR compendium, and the one with the widest berth. With SKRS, they are digging deep into rub-a-dub territory, finding solace and light in a place where such things seem unlikely. "The Call From Below" unlocks the meditative space beneath the dancehall and the last embers of promise in the dark wild.
This is an album drenched in emotion and longing, written and compiled in the darkest hours imaginable. It is not just a collection of songs, but a search for ancient truths that push us toward catharsis. Dubbed-out rhythms echo from smoldering speakers, looped to infinity like a message to the heavens. It's the driving force behind this music that sings in its distinct, confused voice while wondering where it all went wrong and how to dig out of that barren hole. Fledgling beats are built through repetition and embrace; they are the beginning of the end and deliverance from the bottom. I hesitate to call this music spiritual, but it's hard to deny the purified feeling that SKRS leaves you with.
"The Call From Below" is also an album that is informed heavily by sound-system culture. It is meant to be played not loud, but BIG. This is music that will fill not just physical spaces, but also all the crevices within. It's been mastered and assembled in such a way to maximize its impact and to underline that "The Call From Below" is the sound of home.
Mastered by The Stunt Man at Suite Sound Labs and cut to vinyl by Lupo at D+M Berlin. Cover illustration by MYSTERYFORMS