To cut a long, three-disc set short: if you love trance, you’ll love Pryda.
Matthew Bennett 2012
Eric Prydz is a machine, and increasingly a mechanism of legendary status. If you were to triangulate the effectiveness of other famous apparatus such as Big Bertha, The Terminator and Bob Moog’s name-sharing synthesiser you might get close to how clinical, productive and downright dazzling Prydz has become in the field of commercial dance music.
Prydz thus now battles in the same, some would argue distastefully overblown arena as Tiësto, David Guetta and Armin van Buuren; namely the populist’s choice for generic and globalised beats. Pryda, will however, make a lot of people ecstatic: Sunburst, for instance, is possessed by the kind of epic crescendo that will make someone’s summer as they are riddled with bliss in Ibiza. And that’s just one tune from 37 that are layered over three discs.
In short: if you love trance, you’ll love Pryda. Such is the fervour he invokes in his fans that, if you’re familiar with songs called Rakfunk or Juletider, you may actually already fully own two-thirds of this three-disc set.
However, the first disc is peppered with unreleased cuts and ‘works in progress’ suggesting an even more polished and accessible future. There are some slick moments, though perhaps not on his track Agag, which seems far too close to the sublime beauty of Oni Ayhun’s track OAR 003. Something smells distinctly fishy.
The other two discs are retrospective DJ mixes. The first is a tech-house exploration that could easily stand up in the lion’s den of dance music, Berlin, albeit probably in some of the more ‘cheesy’ nightclubs. Tracks like Reeperbahn aren’t a million miles off the svelte depth of German duo Booka Shade, who retain their so-called-cool credentials. The second mixed disc is straight trance: plain, simple and uplifting.
Incredibly accessible and lacking in any details that are too complex, trance is a musical genre that sates the collective thirst for big, boisterous beats and widescreen euphoria – and Pryda rides this aesthetic well. If you want good-time tunes and aren’t a train-spotter of techno then there’s some delicious, hair-raising breaks scattered across the three hours of Pryda lurking in wait for you.