Pitchfork

If heaven really is heaven, then a breakfast there would probably be brunch, and you wouldn't be due anyplace else until nightfall. When you wanted to remind yourself what it felt like to have a body, you might listen to Norwegian producer Hans-Peter Lindstrøm's "Breakfast in Heaven", and you'd smile at how blissful its electronic choirs and arpeggiated peals seemed back on Earth-- how inconsequential now, what with all the ambrosia and the favorable virgins-to-martyrs ratio. At least, that's the kind of silly fantasy the original track's robotic seraphim can invite during home listening.

Alexis Georgopoulos, formerly of dubwise San Francisco band Tussle, fixes upon the star-filled heavens rather than the place with angels in this spacy remix under his new Arp moniker. Gone are the original's voice-like synths and easy, overflowing euphoria, as instead the track slows down to center on echoey repetitions, satellite chirps, and lockstep, three-note bass phrases. Georgopoulous' remix is a fitting transition between the rhythm-oriented work of Tussle and the interplanetary electronic textures of Arp's forthcoming album, In Light. After all, heaven isn't necessarily a place on Earth.

[From the "Breakfast in Heaven" 12"; out now on Feedelity]