PVD has had quite a storied history. His work in the 90s paved the way for trance across the board (for better and for worse), his ESCM-era collaborations with BT hold strong even a decade later, and people still routinely flock to his shows paying double the rates for an average club night. On the flip side, the 2003 disaster that was Reflections left even his most dedicated fans befuddled as to why an innovator would throw his work away by latching onto the latest cheap trend.
The continuously-mixed In Between doesn’t rise to the former glory of Seven Ways, but it far exceeds Reflections and falls as as a poppier version of Out There and Back. The bad news is, Van Dyk is again late to the party and guilty of co-opting the latest trend (In this case, electrohouse). The good news is, it’s not altogether unoffensive, and even enjoyable at times. This sound has been done plenty before—incidentally by Jody and Nick of Way Out West—so all that remained to be seen was what PVD would actually do with it.
The results shouldn’t surprise anyone: Liberally reverberated Female Vocalists of the Week ("Please sir, may I have some more?"), light melodies and enough atmospheric pads to patch the ozone. This is painfully clear in tracks such as “Haunted,” the first single “White Lies” and the dreamy “Get Back.” Interestingly enough, as soon as the vocalists are dumped like yesterday’s crush and Paul’s forced to do his own work, the album picks up steam and actually starts to kick some ass. The mid-album “Far Away” presents an impressive glimpse of well-balanced elements (at 3:32, a glimpse indeed) while not too obviously advertising its Sequoia inspirations; the pulsating modulation of “In Circles” contrasts nicely with a pair of piano leads. Perhaps the most delightfully reminiscent moment comes from the tragically short “La Dolce Vita,” which utilizes PVD’s trademark effectively simple melodies, driving beats and uplifting hopefulness. Another surprise comes in the form of “Let Go,” a Jacques Lu Cont-inspired opus movement deserving of The Killers.
The bottom line is that it’s standard fare, nothing surprising we didn’t expect to hear from Paul Van Dyk. This is a bit of a drag, but the average fan will lap it up and love it. I wasn’t blown away, but I wasn’t offended either. I’ve been through this album from start to finish twice without difficulty, and the continuous nature of the tracks makes for easy listening. Average, on the slight side of enjoyable. Like a good day for fries at McDonalds.
6/10