Waiting Game is a deep album. I don't mean that it is specifically intellectual, even if it does lend itself to a distinct level of ponderance. No, I mean that it is literally deep. As in, it is constructed to make you feel as if it has no true floor, and everything is occurring on your periphery- affording you a path to be drawn into its abiding form while losing track of your way back. It accomplishes this emersion by embracing the peaceful potential of layered, taciturn veneers. At some point, Jeremy Greenspan and Matt Didemus encountered the realization that the dynamic range of music is best decerned at lower volumes. This set them off on a personal and experiential expedition to determine the fullest extent they could furnish an album with texture and still be perceptible and discernable to the human ear. The ranging, radar-like pinging of "Fidget" as it performs an otherworldly strafe through your senses is one of the more obvious examples of the spacial awareness that Waiting Game possesses, but it is matched in subtler ways by the astral waltz of "Samba on Samba" where dripping beads of synthy echos slip past your perception in the tickling caress of "Night Walk" and the flash of twirling glances that defines "Samba on Sama," glossy tears of synthy echos drip through one's perception like water droplets falling from stalagmites, each containing an entire ballroom gala in its gravity-pinched, jewelry-like corpus. Waiting Game is an album that you will get more out of the more you listen with patience and intent. You won't be able to force it to disclose itself before earning its confidence. It is robust but discreet. Even a hushed breath could be enough to disturb its delicate ambiance. Handle with care.
