Breakfast In Sydenham by Cipy: A Deep Dive into Electronic Vibes
Alright, so here’s the deal with Breakfast In Sydenham. This 2013 gem from Germany-based artist Cipy is one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It’s not trying too hard to blow your mind, but it kinda does anyway. Released under the label Kindisch, this thing is all about deep house and tech house vibes—smooth, groovy, and just a little bit moody.
Now, I gotta say, there are some tracks here that really stuck with me. Take “Breakfast In Sydenham,” for example. The title track feels like waking up in a foreign city where everything’s calm, but you’re still buzzing from last night. You know what I mean? Like, you’re sipping coffee while your brain slowly pieces together how wild things got. There’s this warm bassline that just hums along, and these subtle synth stabs that feel like sunlight peeking through curtains. Honestly, it’s not overly complicated, but sometimes simplicity hits hardest. Every time I hear it, I’m like, “Yeah, this is my jam.”
Then there’s “And The Warmth Comes Up.” Man, this one’s a vibe. It starts off kinda understated, almost shy, but then builds into this hypnotic groove that pulls you in. I remember playing this at a party once (yeah, I DJ…badly), and people were vibing way harder than expected. Like, they went from awkwardly holding drinks to actually moving their feet. That’s the magic of this track—it doesn’t demand attention; it earns it. Plus, the little melodic twists halfway through? Chef’s kiss.
Oh, and shoutout to “Better&Worse.” Not gonna lie, this one took me a few listens to fully appreciate. At first, I was like, “Hmm, cool, but whatevs.” Then BAM—something clicked. Maybe it was the way the beat drops out for a second before slamming back in, or maybe it’s just how effortlessly smooth the whole thing flows. Either way, it grew on me real quick.
So yeah, Breakfast In Sydenham isn’t gonna change your life or anything dramatic like that. But it’s one of those albums that makes electronic music feel human again. It’s not all flashy drops or overproduced nonsense—it’s more like hanging out with an old friend who gets you. And honestly? That’s rare.
Here’s the random thought to leave you with: listening to this album feels like eating pancakes at 3 PM. Yeah, it’s unexpected, but damn if it doesn’t work. Go figure.
