Beaubar Volume One: A Piece Of Cake – A Deep Dive into the Groove
Alright, let’s talk about Beaubar Volume One: A Piece Of Cake. Released in 2008 by Beaubar (a label that screams "Euro-cool"), this album is a wild ride through genres like Jazzdance, House, Future Jazz, and Deep House. It’s basically what happens when Europe decides to throw all its musical eggs into one funky basket. And honestly? It works.
The mix duties are handled by Beverly John and Pjay, who clearly had their coffee that day because this thing SLAPS. Mastered by Ace, it’s polished enough to sound pro but raw enough to keep your feet moving. The tracklist reads like a playlist from an alternate universe where jazz clubs and house parties merged into one glorious scene.
Now, onto the good stuff—the tunes! There are 16 tracks here, so I’ll zoom in on two standouts that stuck with me for reasons both obvious and weird.
First up: “Atmospheres.” This track feels like stepping into a smoky lounge at 3 AM after you’ve already forgotten how many drinks you’ve had. The bassline is smooth as butter, and the synths float around like they’re trying to hypnotize you. You don’t just listen to “Atmospheres”; you live inside it. If I could bottle this vibe and sell it, I’d retire to a beach somewhere. Probably.
Then there’s “Don’t Clap Your Hands (Lawnchair Generals Remix).” Oh man, this one’s got sass written all over it. The title alone tells you not to clap—but c’mon, how can you resist? The beat hits hard, and the remix adds layers of cheeky energy that make it impossible NOT to move. It’s the kind of song that makes strangers glance at each other across the room like, “Is anyone else feeling this or is it just me?” Spoiler: Everyone’s feeling it.
What strikes me most about A Piece Of Cake is how effortlessly it blends styles without losing its identity. Sure, some tracks lean more jazzy while others go full-on deep house, but the whole thing flows together like peanut butter and jelly—different textures, same delicious sandwich.
And hey, props to whoever decided to name the album A Piece Of Cake. Because listening to it really does feel easy. Like slipping into comfy shoes or finding money in last year’s coat pocket. Unexpectedly satisfying.
In conclusion, if you’re looking for something fresh yet nostalgic, groovy yet chill, give this bad boy a spin. Just don’t blame me if you end up dancing alone in your kitchen at midnight. Or maybe do blame me—I’m cool with that.
Final thought: Why isn’t there a sequel called A Slice Of Pie? Asking for a friend.
