By Rachel Skotarczyk | October 2nd, 2012
We bloggers, writers, and critics tend to throw around genres as if an artist can be contained in a box. When describing music to expectant listeners, guidelines are helpful, but they in no way reflect our actual reaction to what we are hearing.
If I told you this was R&B, would you pass it by? If I told you it was disco, would you feel emasculated and walk away? If I said it was house, would you even bother to listen? Would these keywords, in and of themselves, be the deciding factor of whether or not you liked a track?
“If there’s a remedy, I don’t want it.” Something tells me James Welsh doesn’t care how you describe his music, so long as you’re feeling it. His is some of the most melodic, emotive house I’ve heard to date. It’s friggin’ beautiful, and still entirely fit for the dance floor.