The Polish Ambassador
Polish Ambassador shows are not a quick fuck. The music is not about pounding your body into submission. It’s a passionate love-making affair, with subtle waves and profound emotion. You will be caressed. You will be teased. You will be bounced. You will be gyrated towards a higher frequency of happiness.
For the Polish Ambassador project, born on the richly-colored streets of Chicago and San Francisco, infectious melody is paramount. However, this never overshadows the depth and harmonic complexity that have made the Ambassador a favorite amongst festival curators and beat aficionados worldwide. Over the course of 6 years, his sound has dipped and swirled through a staggering range of styles, with each album exploring uncharted sonic territory. Warm, analogue dreamwave; mind-altering glitch; world-infused groove; bass-fueled breaks; sexified downtempo; electric lullabies; and psy-fi funk are just a few of the genres that have poured from the Ambassador’s soul into earbuds and ghetto-blasters across the galaxy.
Despite the political connotations of his name, the Ambassador is not a political partisan. Rather, he is a diplomat for a new paradigm rooted in creative joy, radical self-expression, and ecological principles. As part of this mission, the Ambassador has committed to carbon-neutral touring, instigating exploratory dance, and igniting fan participation.
Flanked on the Ambassador’s left is visual artist Liminus, a master of translating dynamic, sonic landscapes into breathtaking video projection. Liminus’s improvisational abilities are a perfect compliment to the Ambassador’s custom-tailored audio transmission, and his presence on stage allows for an audio/visual synergy rarely witnessed in electronic music performance. The third member of this galactic crew is The Great Red Hype. As the Ambassador’s emissary in the crowd, he wiggles and swerves through the audience, amplifying revelry and extracting the collective freak.
Together, the trio will take you on a voyage that leaves you drenched in sweat, with a smile slapped on your face, and a heart busted wide open.