Luke Tangerine & Kate Pending - “Tomorrow's Dreams of Yesterday” ~ Dreaming Forward in Reverse, Tomorrow’s Dreams Hit Today!
- Esther
- Jun 15
- 4 min read
We welcome everyone to “Tomorrow’s Dreams of Yesterday”, the full-length collaboration between Frankfurt’s analog maestro Luke Tangerine and Berlin’s enigmatic vocalist Kate Pending. In this dazzling ten-track odyssey, the duo doesn’t just blur timelines, they bend them, crafting an electronic album that feels like flipping through a scrapbook from the future. This is nostalgia reimagined, emotion digitized, and genre dismantled. A fusion of deep house, retrofuturist pop, and cinematic dreamscape, this isn’t simply an album, it’s a time machine wired with memory, longing, and pulse. You’re not just listening. You’re traveling!
The album is a love letter to the golden eras of electronica, 80s synth-pop, 2000s dance, 90s chillout lounges, filtered through a distinctly modern lens that’s equal parts analog warmth and digital cool. This is dance music for dreamers and stargazers, for anyone who’s ever longed to feel something on the dancefloor beyond the beat. The album kicks off with "Gonzo Trip", a title that hints at hedonistic escapism and that’s exactly what it delivers. Euphoric and immersive, it opens like a memory of your best summer night, merging future house flourishes with an undercurrent of nostalgic groove. Synths flutter like polaroids in motion, and the rhythm pulses with an infectious urgency. It’s Tangerine at his most playful and vivid, inviting all to let go and step into another dimension. “Sonic Youth”, a collaboration with Ukrainian DJ Ambitstream, feels like an anthem for those 3AM moments when the city blurs and you lose yourself to rhythm. Kate Pending’s vocoder-treated vocals float like ghost signals, futuristic, yet eerily human, while Tangerine builds a sprawling dancefloor-ready soundscape that bridges the emotional with the ecstatic. It’s a standout moment, not only for its club energy but for the way it captures the fragile, fleeting beauty of youth in motion.
Where “Sonic Youth” is neon-lit chaos, “Ipanema Rendezvous” slows the heart rate but not the intrigue. With its Latin-infused beat and subtle nod to Jobim’s “The Girl from Ipanema,” this track feels like a flirtation between eras. Kate’s vocals act like vapor trails over deep house beats, layered with effects that stretch and bend time. It’s sultry, disorienting, and drenched in longing. “Space Cadet” marks a tonal shift, easing into cosmic electro-house territory. This is where the album begins to breathe differently, less urgency, more atmosphere. It’s the sound of floating between stars with nothing but a groove to anchor you. The minimalism of Tangerine’s production here is deceptive each beat feels deliberate, every synth pad spaced perfectly, creating a sensation of sonic weightlessness. Already a fan favorite and my personal favorite off the album, “ICU” draws from the high-gloss DNA of Kylie and Madonna but glitches it into something stranger and more hypnotic. The synths oscillate like strobe lights, while Kate delivers one of her most compelling vocal performances - half mantra, half warning. “I see you, trying to get in my way…” she sings, her voice chopped and filtered into a seductive stutter. The track never sits still; it evolves, twists, and mutates until it locks into your nervous system. “Right of Passage” feels like a checkpoint, thematically and musically. There’s a nostalgia-laced calm to it, evoking early 2000s dream pop with a deep house undercurrent. After the space-bound tension of “Space Cadet” and the glitch-pop punch of “ICU,” this track grounds the listener with a sense of movement, not just through sound, but through emotional terrain. It’s the breath before the next deep dive. Easily the album’s most cinematic moment, “Femme Fatale 007” lives up to its name with noir-inspired vocals/effects, spy-thriller synths, and bursts of jazz improvisation. It’s what you’d imagine if Robyn and Massive Attack scored a Bond film together. The energy is kinetic, the vibe seductive, and Kate’s delivery is equal parts femme and fatal. A future dancefloor classic with a razor under its velvet glove.
“Echoes” returns us to the quieter corners of the album, where deep house meets ambient storytelling. The track unfurls gently, as shimmering textures and distant, ghostlike vocals drift through the mix. Unlike earlier tracks that push forward, “Echoes” lingers. It’s introspective and cinematic, capturing a moment of solitude amidst the collective pulse of the album. “Pastlife Mix” is a masterpiece of reinvention, repurposing sonic DNA from earlier tracks like “Sonic Youth” and “ICU” into a minimalist tech-house odyssey. Kate’s vocals are more texture than narrative here, whispers, glitches, echoes of past lines that hit like déjà vu. Tangerine’s production is masterful: hi-hats flicker like static, claps arrive soaked in delay, and synth motifs stretch and contract with each beat. It’s haunting and beautiful, proof that this duo doesn’t just remix; they reimagine. Closing with “Embers”, the album doesn’t just wind down, it ascends. Soaring synths, anthemic melodies, and Kate’s repeated phrase - “Tomorrow’s dreams of yesterday...” give the track a nostalgic finality, but one that still hints at continuation. It’s the sound of credits rolling after an emotional journey, but with a post-credits scene promised. "Tomorrow’s Dreams of Yesterday" stands as an unforgettable, genre-transcending journey, one that belongs as much to the past as it does to the shimmering possibilities of what electronic music can become. Some albums don’t just soundtrack a moment, they become one. And this one definitely deserves to be heard, remembered, and replayed far into the future it dreams of. Listen below!
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