3:33 & Cannibal Ox
The Bicameral Vein
One of only four hip-hop albums to crack the top 20 of TMT’s Favorite 100 Albums of 2000-2009, Cannibal Ox’s The Cold Vein stands today as one of the most groundbreaking and divisive albums in hip-hop history. A generation-defining masterwork, it can be viewed as a major step in the genre’s evolution, a biomech bull charge from past to future. Like an event horizon, it obscures for the observer the space between then and now. Cue strange, dark connotations.
Enter via orchestra pit 3:33, whose 7 Sets of 7 tape, released about one year ago, made ritual sacrifices of several modern-day classics in order to put their sickly reanimated forms on display like The Night Gallery. I say renanimated rather than remixed because (it sounds cooler and) when it comes to a song like Can Ox’s “Stress Rap,” there isn’t really much to mix in traditional rap terms. Unless you’ve direct access to the Definitve Jux recording archives, there’s no way to come across an official a cappella. The best one can hope to do is artificially isolate the vocal tracks, and even then, remnants of the original instrumentals will inevitably hang about like poltergeists in white noise.
So instead of trying to “remix” The Cold Vein, 3:33 have decided to pay homage the only way they know how: by blasting it with breaks and tones strategically culled from the abyss, that eerie aforementioned between-space. Stream/download The Bicameral Vein below and be wary of 3:33’s new double album The Bicameral Brain dropping October 29.
dil.withers + bessedof
Totally in a personal way, I see jazz and most improv as something based on body movement. Mainly, I find it involves how the music is “moving” the composer of sounds, and how the audience “feels” that movement. So, here it is: the super-moving second collaborative installment by dil.withers and bessedof. New tape is called NEWSUN(S), and this here [preview] video was made by another TMT big-deal musician, LAMPGOD.
Now, in relation to this new mix by dil.withers and bessedof, the movement of genres and mingling of beats and melodies clash the same way no shoes on a city dance floor clashes. It’s perfect in moment. Fleeting with intention. And definitely something these feet will repeat on down the road, but somewhere else. In some other way of life. As for the video by LAMPGOD, it presents NEWSUN(S) in the same speed it’s given sonically: something always in motion, but in tight snippets of this, that, and the skating on by.
NEWSUN(S) by dil.withers and bessedof will be for sale tonight (around 9 PM) on Bootleg Tapes, limited to 50 tapes, so prepare to move each moment as various as you can.
James Ferraro’s new album, NYC, HELL 3:00 AM, is a terrifying exploration into American decay, nihilism, and alienation. While Far Side Virtual’s themes were similarly bleak — its artificial ringtone jingles and boardroom music heightening the grotesquery of our simulated consumer society — it had an aesthetic approach that, at least on the most superficial of levels, felt comfortable and safe, sounds already so internalized that it barely registered as critique. NYC, HELL 3:00 AM, however, actually sounds like decay, nihilism, and alienation. It’s overwhelmingly dark, but incredibly emotional stuff.
Ferraro’s latest video is for “QR JR.,” and it appears to be a somewhat 11th-hour addition to the new album, the themes of which are laid out pretty clearly here. Check it out above (courtesy of V Magazine), look for NYC, HELL 3:00 AM this week on Hippos in Tanks, and catch him on tour if you can, too.
Mixtape from the Du Pt.1
Mr P: dang, gobby just dropped a mixtape
C Monster: that’s ALL you, P
C Monster: do it
C Monster: hurry
Mr P: haha
C Monster: get on it
C Monster: i’ll get on it
C Monster: NO
C Monster: YOU GET ON IT
C Monster: do it
C Monster: spank dat
C Monster: talk about your dreams last night in relation to it
C Monster: maybe you manifested it to happen?
Mr P: what else should i talk about?
C Monster: LOL
Mr P: seriously haha
C Monster: perpetuate a lie
C Monster: talk about how you THINK he did some other stuff before hand
C Monster: or MAY actually be Arca in disguise
C Monster: or he has an unseen/hidden third arm
C Monster: i.e., he’s a mutant
C Monster: that’s why nobody has seen’t him
C Monster: that technically calling Gobby him or her is incorrect?
Mr P: should i mention his Fashion Lady LP and Lantern EP?
C Monster: i dunno
C Monster: unless it’s only in light of linking our writing
Mr P: he also had that collabo with James K as SETH
C Monster: Gobby owns a mango salsa booth at the Brooklyn flea market, but only charges $4 a bottle
C Monster: i like that SETH bit a lot too
C Monster: yeah, link that
Mr P: deforrest’s review is going up soon. it’s good
Mr P: this new Gobby mix is called Mixtape from the Du Pt. 1. bet a lot more is coming soon. he’s so prolific
C Monster: i was NOT into Fashion Lady
C Monster: but Lantern will make my top 50
C Monster: ima do 50 this year
Mr P: lantern is in my top 50 too
Mr P: would you be mad if i made this conversation the choco post?
C Monster: no, it’ll work
Mr P: serious? like, literally, i’d paste this conversation
C Monster: do it HAHAHa
Mr P: hahah ok, i better post the download link and embed in here too then
“So Pale It Shone In The Night”
James Kirby is nothing if not generous with his fans. For proof, one only needs to do a rundown of albums released in the last five years to see just how much he’s given. All of them worthy of your consideration:
- 2008 The Stranger - Bleaklow
- 2008 The Caretaker - Persistent Repetition of Phrases
- 2009 Leyland Kirby - Sadly, The Future Is No Longer What It Was (triple CD/6 fucking LPs!)
- 2011 The Caretaker - An Empty Bliss Beyond This World
- 2011 Leyland Kirby - Eager to Tear Apart the Stars
- 2011 Leyland Kirby - Intrigue & Stuff (three volumes worth!)
- 2012 The Caretaker - Patience (After Sebald) soundtrack
So what if he’s been quiet since mid-2012? That’s a pretty well-earned vacation. But it’s a vacation that ends on October 28, when Modern Love (Demdike Stare, Andy Stott, Vatican Shadow) releases a new album called Watching Dead Empires In Decay from Kirby’s The Stranger alias. Those who came to his work via The Caretaker or Leyland Kirby or, hell, even V/vm for that matter, may not immediately recognize Dead Empires on first pass. There’s little of the crackling hiss of ballroom 78s or the future-leaning synths and haunting melodic work in his namesake project. Instead, the common thread here would be that exacting sense of melancholy and dread, exemplified through slow-grinding percussive hits and a generally oppressive atmosphere. Check out new track “So Pale It Shone In The Night” and hear it for yourself.
• The Stranger: http://www.brainwashed.com/vvm/artists/the_stranger.html
• Modern Love: http://www.modern-love.co.uk
“Call Your Guy”
Put on Oozing Wound and send your mind back all those years to those afternoons when you and Richie sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom next to the little blue stereo with Rust In Peace on at full blast (with Bass Boost™ option activated), guitars wedged in laps, trying to snap your wrist back and forth at the right tempo to play along, but not quite moving fast enough. Maybe you’d succeed at every other bar. Maybe. What, that never happened to you?
What about the time Sound Of Perseverance came on the PA before the show and the resulting battle, especially during the double-time parts of “Spirit Crusher,” grew bigger and nastier than any other mosh the space would see for the rest of the night? Dudes got on other dudes’ backs for chicken-fight battles, some lined up against the walls and charged into the center from both sides in a tidal wave of pure brutality. You remember. No?
How ‘bout when all you wanted to do was score just a small and totally responsible amount of well, like, stuff, nothing crazy, before the weekend gets here, and you try to “Call Your Guy” but nothing takes and he doesn’t pick up and just what are you supposed to do?? You call other guys. Nothing. “It’s gonna be OK.” How is this going to be OK, dude?? Look at me, man. Keep it together. I’ll call my guy. “But your guy is my guy, and he’s not there, man. Maybe he’s dead?” What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Chicago-based neo-thrash shred-revivalists Oozing Wound can act out these sweat-stained narratives up there in your brain, if only you’ll let them. Put on “Call Your Guy” and lift a fist during the first riff. Let a few shrieks roll out of your chest. When you reach the halfway point, as the band stops on a dime for the three-note breakdown that repeatedly interrupts the galloping rhythm, feel free to tear off a piece of your clothing. When the coda riff hits, you’ll know what to do.