It turns out that Beautiful Swimmers are from DC, the city which has played host to my life's various extremes. Apt, then, that they're peddling nostalgia; the true north towards which all house music is oriented is the disembodied, time-distilled joy of fond recollection with or without any specific object of recall. It's probably intentional - the title doesn't give much away, but the mix is run through with old favorites re-orchestrated for the club (that soca mix of Sweetest Taboo was pulled from here, and it plays directly into an equally-classic treatment of Marvin Gaye's I Want You; shortly thereafter, there's a song by someone named Ariya, which is close enough). On my most maudlin days (Thursdays and Sundays), I'd totally say some dumb shit about the cover art perhaps being the same scene, recalled at three different moments. You can't spell triptych without cryptic, after all.

Highlights: Untitled B, Untitled A