It’s been 207 days since we last posted about Ahnnu (for our Favorite 50 Albums of 2013 feature). But while he has been relatively quiet release-wise compared to last year — so far, he’s released a remix for a naps 7-inch and previewed a track from his footwork project Cakedog — he has a slew of new music coming soon, including projects/releases with Nerftoss, Wanda Group, Andrew Pekler, and Leaving Records. (❤❤❤!) In the meantime, Ahnnu took to SoundCloud to release “Kazu,” a new track that hints at the sonic territory he’s currently exploring. It’s still of the fuzzy, sample-based variety, but it’s concerned less with opulent beat tape head-nodders and textural fuckery, and more with repetition and the inconsistent intervals that throw the reliability of repetition into question. Have a listen:
Cassettes coming soon!
• Ahnnu: http://www.dogtropic.net
Ariel Pink featuring Jorge Elbrecht
“Hang on to Life”
Ariel Pink and Jorge Elbrecht (of Violens/Lansing-Drieden) double team this jam, the A side from a collaborative 7-inch released on Mexican Summer. The lyrics, which implore us to “hang on to your life” and tell us that we’ve “screwed the pooch, now face it,” are what one imagines a person saying to himself/herself in the mirror at particularly bleak moments in life. Ariel on the phone with Jorge mid-song asking “She did what?” It’s a rhetorical question, of course, the answer either the cause or a contributing factor leading to this situation. Not quite the summer jam you were looking for from these guys? Stay indoors, out of the heat, and cry or something. And hang in there, Ariel; it’s gonna be a’ight. There’s other fish in the sea or something.
“Eightfold Way (Doublefist Remix)”
As a continuation of sorts, workout music don’t always have to be entirely time-signatured and/or beat consistent. Case in point: Hyrrokkin brings incredible raw energy to the weights portion of the gym. And you ain’t gotta be pumping hard eight; get over there and do about 40 with the tiniest weight listening to the Doublefist remix of “Eightfold Way,” and you’ll get your mind and body jacked!
“Hyrrokkin?” you may axe. Welp, they’re currently a trio from Yellow Springs (Dayton), Ohio (which is about three and ten minutes away from where I used to live), and they just crushed a new album on Sick Room Records called Pristine Origin, out this September. “Eightfold Way” is the first track off the album, but this here premiere has been remixed and produced by James Plotkin (Doublefist, Khanate, etc.), which is included on their bonus remix album Inspiring Riot that comes packaged with the LP. Other remixers include KK Null (Zeni Geva), Jenks Miller (Horseback), Kid Millions (Oneida), Charles Hayward (This Heat), Jerry Busher (Fugazi/French Toast), Dylan Posa (Flying Luttenbachers), and a slew more.
This release follows Hyrrokkin’s cassette debut, Astrionics. In July, they’ll be recording a new track for a split 7-inch with Bellini and then record two collaborative tracks with Merzbow for a 12-inch. Hyrrokkin will also release a set of three 7-inch singles, with remixes on the B-sides by Doug Scharin, Kid606, and Andrea Parkins. And to wrap up these hard working fellahs’ schedule, they got a bang-out tour this coming Fall, so don’t miss the city postings!
Scope out Sick Room Records for Hyrrokkin’s LP Pristine Origin, including the remix album Inspiring Riot, out this September.
Stake-out style outside the local strip mall, in the lot, and smoke is clouding all visibility. Swirled windows open and shut, revealing the cemetery across the street, and sitting in the shadows of trees makes the night a bit more grainy. Figures move about between grave stones, but they’re indistinguishable, seemingly blending with what can and can’t be seen clearly. Maybe it’s worship. Or without guts and brains. Shit, it’s probably an animal of some kind, right? Mystery is always the devil, so hold the details, please. And as these figures emerge into something noticeable, something clear, smoke swells the vision and red eyes are at an all-time high, running tears that frame the nose and mouth. Into the mouth. They taste like soot and salt.
Then what’s most feared is staring across through the cemetery gate and car windshield. It’s focused on the beads of sweat and neck pulse. The only attributes that can be seen clearly are eyes in a blob of black. It moves closer by following the shadows without revealing itself too much. It’s conscious. It’s haunting. This is the witness of “Golnessar,” musical incantation by Vox Populi!, repressed by Pacific City Sound Visions. Reap!
• Pacific City Sound Visions: http://pacificitysoundvisions.com
Guest Mix: TEEN
Earlier this year, TEEN released Carolina, an EP follow-up to their 2012 psych-pop full-length debut, In Limbo. The EP notably sees singer/multi-instrumentalist Teeny Lieberson shifting her vocal style from a more aggressive, care-free approach to one with a softer, more consciously “beautiful” inflection, inspired by Kate Bush and Al Green. In an interview from earlier this year, we asked what precipitated the change, and here’s how she responded:
I didn’t want to do the angry thing any more; the cool thing, you know? […] And since when is it not important or meaningful or cool to have somebody who can tell a story and carry the entire thing? That’s what a singer is supposed to do, and it’s been completely lost. Twenty, thirty years ago, you couldn’t be the lead singer of a band if you weren’t good at that. There’s was no reverb, people weren’t hiding behind this stuff. I’ve been guilty of trying to hide behind effects, but I don’t want to do that anymore. It feels boring.
It makes sense, then, that TEEN’s guest mix for Tiny Mix Tapes would be composed of mostly R&B singers who can indeed tell stories and carry entire songs by the strength of their vocal performances. Unlike most of our mixes, this mix has no intention of digging deep (unless you mean temporally), which is actually really refreshing because I’m so in the mood to hear Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye devastate me with their voices.
Check out the mix here, and read Teeny’s track-by-track commentary below:
[00:00] Sly and The Family Stone - “In Time”
I recently became re-obsessed with Sly. I listened to him all the time when I was a teenager, because I loved his voice so much. I recommend checking out his Twitter feed. This has been a highlight to my life.
[05:43] Al Green - “I’m A Ram”
My babysitter introduced me to Al Green when I was 12 or so. I remember getting into the car and she was blasting “Love and Happiness.” I thought it was the best thing I had ever heard. I now know every song he has sung, a lot of them written by a man named Teeny.
[09:24] Stevie Wonder - “You’ve Got It Bad Girl”
One of my favorite songs of all time. Stevie is such a master of inserting melodies and ideas where you least expect them and making it work every time. I also want every keyboard played on this record. They sound so good…
[14:11] Bill Withers - “Ruby Lee”
Such a genuine voice. I love the way his recordings sound — always moody and mysterious.
[17:23] Sam Cooke with the Soul Stirrers - “Pilgrim of Sorrow”
I had a friend tell me to check out Sam Cooke’s gospel recordings because they are so powerful. There’s a live recording of this song as well that’s completely amazing.
[19:45] The Flamingos - “I Only Have Eyes For You”
Along with my obsession for soul, I also have an obsession with hip-hop. The Fugees sampled this track in their song “Zealots,” which is still my favorite song from The Score. I later heard the original and it blew my mind. It’s so romantic.
[22:53] Marvin Gaye - “When Did You Stop Loving Me, When Did I Stop Loving You”
Here, My Dear is the most amazing break up record. So much pain and expression.
[28:58] Funkadelic - “I’ll Stay”
I love funkadelic because they’re so pysch. Their music doesn’t lose its groove or melodic sense when it goes into outer space.
[33:11] Betty Davis - “Game Is My Middle Name”
Miles Davis’ wife, and a total weirdo… she has a knack for the fantastic. The guitars on this song rip.
SOLARIUM MISCELANEA MILENIUM
Sitting meditation-style, tanning the backs of your forearms, blissing out to the simplest rays scorching skin; arms on chair handles and feet immersed in grains of sand. And you think of the breakdown process of all that sand. Harsh waves smashing into bars, shells defleshing into salt or mineral: matter. Mind-surfing into pure blue wakes of curls, foamed at the tip, and writhing into a flat/surfaced graze landing. Ripe tides suck thoughts as the ocean breeze chills your hairs. Stares from beaks and insatiable streaks of neon orange… maybe it’s what you’re wearing. How about that? And that mist in the air.
Ooo you hear in off-key melody, vocalized by beach bakers, as a plane flies by and reads on its tail, “World’s Largest Foam Party Sat. - July 13th. Tix at Websterhall.com.” She turns to you with that nahh look, but your thumbs-up reaches the sky, maybe. You then flick, draw, and sear into another brain bubble, auraing a conch of noise roaring waves, passing light beyond the seen. It’s your hit. Let’s reach SOLARIUM MISCELANEA MILENIUM together, while speaking in Afrika Pseudobruitismus tongues.
• Afrika Pseudobruitismus: http://afrikapseudobruitismus1.bandcamp.com