Canada, oh sweet frozen land of Canada! A Norseman steps off his long wooden ship, sticks his head inside a TR-909 and says “Hey, there’s a new world in here!” Atop the Rand-McNally globe, Canada’s House labels drip a steady glacial stream across continents and online record marketplaces, asking for a bit of faith with an abject SoundCloud post here and there. It’s a whole new world indeed, but it’s one that still finds solace in the tech of 90’s electro: beats under an amber sky, a binary language of heady dancefloors. Ambien Baby.
Ambien baby! The vikings only wish they could get a taste of Ambien, baby. In this handful of minutes of Canadian wilderness, a kick drum enters — stage left — and sleep comes easier for the time being. Not all of us have the pleasure of being rocked to sleep by the cold waters of the Northern Atlantic. So, for now, there’s Ambien, Baby.