Heaven Knows by Marco Tegui & Cari Golden: A Deep Dive into Sonic Bliss
If you’ve been looking for an album that feels like a late-night drive through neon-lit city streets, Heaven Knows might just be your new favorite. Released in 2017 on NAM Recordings, this gem blends House and Electronic vibes with Techno and Deep House undertones. It’s got that hypnotic groove we all secretly crave when the world gets too loud. And let’s not forget—Cari Golden’s vocals? Pure magic. She floats over the beats like smoke curling up from a candle.
The album kicks off with the titular track, “Heaven Knows,” which sets the tone instantly. There’s something raw about it—a mix of sultry and haunting vibes that stick to your soul. The bassline is deep enough to make you feel it in your chest, but it’s Cari’s voice that steals the show. Her delivery has this effortless cool, like she’s whispering secrets only you can hear. Honestly, I found myself replaying this one because it’s so smooth, it almost feels illegal.
Then there’s the Jaen Paniagua Remix of “Heaven Knows.” Oh man, where do I even start? This version flips the original into a whole different vibe. It’s darker, grittier, like someone took the song and shoved it into a dingy underground club at 3 AM. But weirdly, it works. The remix adds layers of tension, pulling you deeper into its rhythm until you’re fully immersed. You know those moments when music makes you forget where you are? That’s exactly what happens here. It’s the kind of track that could soundtrack a moody movie scene or a wild night out—it’s versatile like that.
One thing I love about this album is how each remix brings something fresh to the table without losing the essence of the original. Take the Chaty, Tamez Remix, for example. It’s playful yet moody, like dancing under strobe lights while thinking about life choices. Or the Balcazar Remix, which leans harder into techno territory, giving off serious warehouse-party energy. Every track feels intentional, crafted with care rather than slapped together for streaming numbers.
What really sticks with me though isn’t just the music itself—it’s the feeling it leaves behind. Listening to Heaven Knows, I couldn’t help but think about how rare it is to find an album that balances depth and accessibility like this. It’s not trying too hard to impress; instead, it lets the beats and vocals speak for themselves. It’s confident, unapologetic, and effortlessly cool.
Here’s the kicker: as much as I enjoyed the album, part of me wishes they’d included more tracks with Cari’s vocals. Don’t get me wrong—the remixes are fantastic—but her voice is what ties everything together. Maybe next time, Marco?
Final thought (and stick with me here): if Heaven Knows were a person, it’d probably wear leather jackets, sip espresso in dimly lit cafes, and have a playlist full of songs you’ve never heard of. And honestly? I’d want to hang out with it.
