Ben Khan's debut LP is more than worth the wait

The wait for something new would be three long years, which is how long it took for Khan to see his world in a different way, and make music with a fresh perspective.

Khan’s self-titled debut LP picks up where “Eden” left off; all morphed, contorted vocals amidst phosphorescent wobbles and bursts of electronic sound. The tracks are everything, all at once: warm, serene, frosty, sharp, propulsive, lethargic. They ooze cosmic soul, prismatic funk. The energy and spirit is human and not.

“Ruby” – one of the most gorgeous things you’ll hear all year – glows with a red passion, its muffled kick pulsating, its guitars swoony and beguiling. It could easily be the soundtrack for a celestial mating ritual. Perhaps it even is: “Now we are bound”, Khan decrees, then extending a hand, to “transcend through time and space”; a voyage, an odyssey, that will expand your mind and deeply broaden your horizons.

Ben Khan’s music doesn’t exist in the conventional realms of the universe. It’s a living, breathing, constantly morphing organism. It will take you places. Places that don’t feel like they exist in our dimension, on our plain. This all just feels so brilliantly different and new; a very special debut indeed.