The dusky thump and blithe, syncopated swing of Lee Curtiss’ “Smoking Mirrors” are deceptive-beneath the track’s smooth exterior lies an exercise in tension and release whose cumulative effect is anything but gentle. In “Smoking Mirrors,” the Detroit producer guides the listener through clouds of melting organ tones and busy, polyrhythmic click-clack as a sturdy bassline (with a particularly funky, French-house beat skip) cuts through the haze. Curtiss lets the rhythm do the work, building to multiple climaxes in the span of seven minutes. At the end of each anxious section, there’s a woman’s breathless moan, a let-the-air-out-of-the-tires hiss, and it’s time to do it all over again.
Though he may give off the straight-shooting air of a Midwestern jock, Lee Curtiss has a wicked ear, plain and simple. Like his partners-in-crime Seth Troxler and Ryan Crosson, the shaggy Curtiss ...check out Lee Curtiss's page and other releases