Alright, let’s dive into this. New York City Dominic Bullock Mix is one of those albums that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Released in 2017 by Dominic Bullock—feat. the soulful vocals of Shelley Nelson—it’s got that deep house vibe that feels like a warm hug after a cold night out in the city. The whole thing screams “US electronic” but with a heartbeat, ya know? Like, it’s not just beats for robots; there’s something human here.
The title track, New York City (Dominic Bullock Mix), hits different. It starts off slow, teasing you with these moody synths and then BAM—Shelley’s voice comes in, smooth as butter melting over toast. Her tone carries this mix of nostalgia and hope, like she’s singing about dreams that haven’t quite come true yet but might someday. And dude, the drop? Pure magic. You can almost picture yourself walking through Times Square at 3 AM, feeling both lost and found at the same time. I remember listening to this late one night, staring out my window, and thinking, “Yeah, life’s messy, but maybe that’s okay.”
Another standout is… well, honestly, the album doesn’t give us much else track-wise, but man, does it need to? This isn’t an LP trying to cram 15 songs down your throat. It’s laser-focused, and that works in its favor. Every beat, every echo, every little glitch feels intentional. That’s rare these days.
What gets me most is how timeless it feels. Even though it dropped back in ‘17, it could’ve been made yesterday—or ten years ago. There’s no trendy gimmicks or flashy tricks, just solid, heartfelt production from someone who clearly loves what they do. Collabor8, the label behind it, deserves props too. They didn’t try to mess with the rawness of it all.
Here’s the thing: albums like this remind me why music matters. Not because it’s perfect or groundbreaking, but because it connects. It reminds you that even in a chaotic place like NYC—or wherever you are—you’re part of something bigger. So yeah, go listen to this. But don’t blame me if you end up zoning out for hours, lost in your own thoughts. Oh, and hey—don’t forget to tip your bartender while you're at it.
