Dance music dilettante Hans Peter Lindstrøm believes that old adage regarding life being about the journey rather than the destination. He's known for lush forays into the breach, led by disco's ebbing conga pulse and a glimmer of stoned wisdom. With fellow Norwegian collaborator Prins Thomas, he's cultivated the subset of cosmic disco, with its crawling, gradually unfolding pace; he's a wanderer without a lodestar.
On this album, he coyly lays down one of the biggest musical teases in recent memory. While the prevailing build-and-release formula of dance-floor structure remains unforgiving, Lindstrøm goes deep with suspense and short on payoff. Broken into three tracks ranging from 10 to nearly 30 minutes, Where You Go I Go Too takes a trip that glows with smoke and neon atmosphere but only occasionally tips over the edge into an ecstatic peak. Miniatures of electric guitar or a quick move to a propulsive, higher bpm let Lindstrøm push and pull through this record. He's at his best when the polyrhythms build a makeshift wall of meshwork through which he can poke out his head. Working as essentially one long track, the album is set up to coax you to the brink and then bring you back almost in the same motion. That can get dizzying, but Lindstrøm doesn't seem to care.
