French composer/producer/SEM-label-founder Alexandre Navarro has offered the world another free track via his handy-dandy-free-track-offering-site, Virgo. It’s called “66,” and it follows the digitized-guitar-laden path paved by Navarro’s full-length Loka from earlier this year. Choked-up reverberated guitars bounce around each other until a gentle charging beat develops into a brief episode of spacey French minimalism. It soon fades out with whirling synths to boot.
There’s a plethora of possibilities why time travel still exists in mind/thought rather than physically. Maybe humans would create a time machine so far from Earth they aren’t able to dimensionally reach 2011. HAH — maybe it just doesn’t exist [period]. Time travel is just a sad subject. What if future societies revere 2011? Flip that: what society do you think would be easiest to assimilate with culturally, linguistically, and fiscally? Would you tell them you’re from this era or shame 2011 by being quiet and never traveling back? Glad there are reggae bards like E.K.O.I. still keeping world-folk alive today, giving praise to human purpose and cause. “Darfur,” man. Speaking of “sad subject.”
• E.K.O.I.: http://ekoi.bandzoogle.com/fr_home.cfm
Gravels (I et II)
Valentin Stip, I think, is part of a potentially game-changing movement. Coalescing in the world’s cosmopolitan burgs, certain young musicians are performing exhilarating experiments in cross-breeding: while offering reverence for the dark nights of today’s bleak, afflicting dance culture, they also show profound familiarity with the mystique of music from times passed (tango woven into sunken Argentine alleys, dented horns convulsing bebop on street corners of NYC, the fuzzy radio of an Alfa Romeo in Rome, 1962…). What results are musicians like Stip, who demonstrates an education as versed in pure musical chops as in style — not just distressed-leather-boots-&-buffalo-check-flannel-&-tortoise-shell-shades-style, but veritable aesthetic taste. Varied orchestration. Seamless marriage of acoustic and digital pallets. Of special note is the use of pausing and rest. These are no silly lulls employed solely to introduce The Drop. A good deal of overeager electronic musicians should look here to learn a lot (read: everything) about beats and juicy, nuanced bass. Stip & co. operate at an entirely higher level of literacy than Skrillex & herd.
There are similarities to be drawn to such historical albums as Portishead’s Dummy. But even more telling, I think, is that this year’s closest kin to Stip’s tracks is Telebossa’s superb Telebossa. It will be of little surprise that Valentin is signed to Clown and Sunset, the label run by Nicolas Jaar, who recently released Valentin’s debut Anytime Will Do EP. As with Jaar’s own versatile tracks, you can dance to Valentin’s music, or you can just plain listen to it, or, in a dark enough room, I believe you can find delectation in watching it flutter and stomp.
“Disco Christmas (remastered)”
Look at my arm all pinned up behind my back here. That’s because the holiday season is official, and one-handed typing is now the new physical internet fad. Err — was there an old physical internet fad? But really, I’m using two hands. And ‘tis the season for you to scope faux Christmas tunes. Forget any Super Furry Animals side project. Check out Christmas with the Beast over at Austin’s Teflon Beast Records. The label is new and this release is certainly a taste (IMO) of the tongue-and-cheek variety. Chris Daily’s “Disco Christmas (remastered)” sporting the most disco silk/1990s soft rock/lingering mollusk this side of… sided of, um. The rest of the compilation is totally jagged too. But so are derr holidays, yeah? #LOLOLOLO
• Teflon Beast Records: http://teflonbeastrecords.blogspot.com
So, we got all these underground, (I)nternet, or “imprints of nothing big” labels. Their attractive fetish is physical/being art that mangles, warps, or scratches. But what’s the progression of that? Like, in the future, a popular/struggling (essentially FREE) art form will exist because of abundant interest and the accelerating rate of technology. The fetish of that art will spark because of vast engineering skills, innovative software, and recycled manufacturing robots available for consumers to purchase and then produce — I’ll say — cartridge/CD games playable on Nintendo, Sega, Atari, etc. consoles. Imagine your favorite synth jammist, alongside the raddest 1989 grid-graphixx specter and programming wordsmith sending their basement made game to an old school cartridge manufacturing dude. Receive an open-world Sega cartridge in the mail made that year. Play ad nauseum.
Where “our” generation is old here: we will claim that the music has everything to do with that art. I’d say, ‘This herrr is a flagrant knockoff of Deep Magic’s Moon Glyph release Altars of Veneration. Specifically, the track “Untitled VI.”’ *smh @old-man-Morrissey* Alex Gray (via gchat): “[Altars of Veneration is] pretty personal to me; its all pretty weird, honestly.” It’s the adventure. The music. Laying back and listening … #inmyday. When’s the last time you tried that? Pick up Altars of Veneration from Moon Glyph and practice. “Untitled VI” is on the last bit ah reel. So start stretching!
Each Mohave Triangles release is individually transportable:
- Seeing the cosmogonal abyss beyond your eye lids.
- Plane absorption in pursuit of ethereal mirages.
- Third eye tractor beam floods in Dry Valleys.
- Reel embered mind grapes.
- Tribal tape hissing your week-long fog party.
Now they reflecting that infinite singe off sand via Eternal Light of the Desert Plateaus. It glazes Hooker Vision’s telepathic discography in their newest batch of tapes. Snag it right quick to ensure future temporal practice sessions of dimensional memory/thought encapsulation. Totes make it ya new motto.