Who this is? I know that’s Earl. Found him. Well, TMT and IRL pal Samuel Diamond passed Captain Murphy’s Duality mixtape along to me today with this: “There’s no tracklist or anything. It’s all very mysterious. NSFW, there is going to be fucking on your screen. I’m sure if you Google who is Captain Murphy you’ll find a bunch of theories as to who [comprises this mixtape].”
Hit this up ASAP right here. And fuck your work, as I just clicked on this video’s window and a negative art asshole spread covered my screen… here on the fourth floor of RXR Plaza.
[Update: download the “standard version” of Duality here]
• Captain Murphy: http://www.youtube.com/user/CaptainMurphyVillain
Prince Rama (channeling I.M.M.O.R.T.A.L.I.F.E.)
“Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever”
Prince Rama have been spending a lot of time in the spirit world. I don’t know if they are messing around with Ouija boards or some kind of spirit drug, but they’ve been communicating with some serious spectral entities. This time they’ve managed to channel the apocalyptic exercise video vibrations of Inner Messages Morphing Over Resonant Time Always Loving Infinitely Free and Everlasting (I.M.M.O.R.T.A.L.I.F.E.). The video for “Those Who Live For Love Will Live Forever,” directed by Julian Bozeman, runs that energy through some very outdated sci-fi effects, like watching The Last Starfighter on that old television in your parents’ basement. It’s a real retro-achievement, celebrating the hopefulness imbued in the idea of the end of the world.
You can tap into the spirit world above and then buy all of the Top 10 Hits of The End of The World from Paw Tracks in preparation for next month’s end-of-days.
Kostis Kilymis is great. He runs a brilliantly named label, Organized Music From Thessaloniki, which releases meditations on birdsong and politically-charged zither music. He makes doom-laden soundtracks for writhing dancers. He frequently quotes William Burroughs. He makes beautiful cards. And in between this comically hectic schedule, he finds the time to concoct some grimy aural “confrontation” for Entr’acte titled More Noise Ahead.
For this little blighter, Kilymis collects sounds from experiments in the unpredictable and occasionally aggressive world that is audio feedback systems. All the acoustic and electronic noises here are pretty impossible to distinguish from each other, so don’t even bother trying. Instead, why not just bask in the “assemblage of tones, noises and auditory responses”? “A Crutch,” which was made with microphones, a 4-track, lloopp, and Flower Electronics’ Jealous Heart, among other equipment, can be found on More Noise Ahead
Selfish Beat [EP teaser]
I can only imagine being with the Browns (Not Not Fun/100% SILK) these days is a constant dance party or runway strut. Like, even Britt Brown’s new Robedoor release on Crooked Tapes got its own special bump, let alone their slew of L.A. Vamps releases/features this year alone. Yet, here we go again with EZLV blasting that Selfish Beat EP through the aquarium dance floor. Bubbling sampled vocals swimming through fishy melodies and flooded house beat. With a background in singles, remixes, mixtapes, and sweat-beading Montreal live events, EZLV fits right in there with the 100% SILK discography. Hit it up November 19!
“On The Run”
There isn’t a lot about this video for Spaceape’s “On The Run” that isn’t unsettling. It starts with a smattering of kitchen-utensil drumming and an out-of-tune horn loop, followed by cut-up gestures of some tribal dance, like the jittery movements of the monsters in Silent Hill. And the vocals lay right on top of the track, unaffected. When I hear a Hyperdub track, I expect lots of bass, some heavy drums, and not a single vocal track (if there are any) that doesn’t sound like it was recorded from the other end of a long, dark alleyway. This track comes to a screeching halt before anything familiar like that can be found in it.
• Hyperdub: http://www.hyperdub.net
“SNARL” [ft. Aids-3d]
Digital liquid slithering in ears like a tongue purring against pursed lips. Inside is deep and hollow and violent with the most minimal breath. Fans cool down that hard-bodied exterior. A silent exhale. Eyes watering and piercing through red LED lights; the power button defines us all. “SNARL” reverberates in pensive ones and zeros. Numbers and meaning are merely chastised by manipulated command. Follow the sound and not my fingers. Too late to sigh now. The installation most stimulating. Yet, feelings are less than numb, and emotional response would raise a world of concern. Powering off moans the phrase, “Oh, shit.” Pull it up, baby: pull it up. Check the age on that bot. It’s teetering on the bring of illegal and lethal.