It’s almost surprising that DJ Koze is only now, decades into his career, releasing an album titled Music Can Hear Us. The Hamburg-based producer has long advocated for the idea that music is a living, breathing organism: his dance tracks may be able to whip 70,000-strong crowds into a frenzy, but they’re also oozy, globular things that seem to absorb the influence of anything they come into contact with. Koze is tricksy with the press – often making up stories about himself then debunking them years later – but his music is as good a form of memoir than any, each new album documenting his gradual transition from psychedelic oddball to pensive, party-starting nostalgist.
