"Posturing lo-fi atmospherics at the side of silky smooth crimson beats, singing synths, and verging almost new age in some breaths, Chicago instrumentalist Edamame falls genre-less on the ears and delightfully so. More of an organic experience than emotion-provoking, this beatmaster invites his listeners on a brainwave joyride.
Solid instrumental hip-hop or lounge (or any other wine-dripping, dark-hued genre) sparks the same effect that Ralph Ellison so eloquently describes in the prologue of his book, Invisible Man:
a surreal, mind-altering experience–tracking deep and deeper still into the blue, purple velvet of the underground that’s smoke-hazed and hypnagogic.
Though Ellison referenced a Louis Armstrong track, the effect is the same. A lush listen, Edamame churns out warm tuneage to wrap the body in."