“Choice & Consequence”
Dark Twaine, you mother YOU! How’d you know i been had that deadly sweet tooth? Done gone and melted my goddamn gums off with this swank, vibey goodness. It’s like i ingested some holistic Lean mix, conjured up by some gully-ass street shaman. And it’s got me all like YESSS.
By the way, I’m pretty sure Dark Twaine is none other than the young beat-God himself, Ohbliv. I know right, what a G; the absolute embodiment of prolificacy. So start perusing the man’s soundcloud: it’s chock full of that DT dopeness, plenty of them organic, dank-drenched loops and hypnotic head-knockers for you and yours to enjoy.
• Dark Twaine: http://darktwaine.bandcamp.com
Is Excepter going the route Animal Collective should have gone with their pop? I mean, AnCo got MAD side-release swag still, but Excepter is really flippin’ for real on “Sunburned Kids.” Shit, it’s like a mesh of routes musicians should’ve taken (Boards of Canada, Dan Deacon, Gang Gang Dance), but failed to or broke up before taking (Raccoo-oo-oon). Dare I even say Swans? LOL Never-the-less, fuck Excepter rulez hard.
Kinda disappointed I missed Excepter this past Saturday with my pal Seth at Body Actualized. Even though that place is peaceful by day, it’s like LOADS of anxiety for me at night. Although, I figured Excepter would have melted all that away. And considering “Sunburned Kids” is becoming my favorite summer jam this year – complete with woofer flaring bass, warped vocals wrapped in tape, lingering haunted moaning, and DAT BASS(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) – every time I click back to this YouTube tab to click REPLAY, I start to nod a bit different upon each new listen. Sorta like Excepter’s first jam “Maids,” but way more… seasonal!
A while back, I was listening to Excepter’s Tank Tapes CS from Fuck It Tapes in my Grams’ attic smoking LOUD and this side-A bit came one with stretched and slowed-down vocals that made me turn it off and leave it up there since. I just can’t. I bugged out and threw the player. Thus, Excepter still holds my fear entombed in an abandoned Walkman buried by fiberglass padding somewhere in Port Washington, NY.
So, as you can tell, I’m shitting myself both outta excitement and terror for Excepter’s new album Familiar this summer on BLAST First (petite). It can take it’s time, as there is no set-date for the release, ‘cause I’ma make a mess either way, you-know you-know. “Sunburned Kids” is above and was directed by the infamous Laid Eyes/
A banjo is propped up against knotty pine panelling. Dawn is a beat away, but time is paralyzed. Natural light has limited access in the cabin; the banjo is in near darkness. Unexpectedly, a power strip kicks on, filling the cabin with LEDs, lasers, and backlights. Various animistic objects come into view. The lasers scan over the eclectic collection, 77 minutes of ups and downs. Black James, their owner, names each object: “MATURE NATURE KARAOKE,” “GASOLINE RODEO DISCO,” “KNOCK OUT GANG,” etc. They are cosmetic at first glance, like well-designed bottles of booze. But, once they are neatly sipped, things get spirited.
Black James’ adoration of retro gloss is genuine (not nostalgic). Her customization of the mainstream is personal (not commercial). One suspects that the seemingly neglected stringed instrument, propped up against the pine and overshadowed by the dazzling light display and color-soaked electronics, is at the root of the songwriting / ecology; it is out of focus but remains in the center of the frame. From artifice comes Earth, spitting dirt out from the tape deck. A plastic Earth with a feature-length life, mixed, as its orchestrator declares, “TIL IT SOUNDS RITE COMIN OUTTA MA BOOMBOX.”
• Black James: http://blackjamesmusic.tumblr.com
Web of Sunsets
Today is going to be just about me. I may share it with a few people. They helped me devise a list of things to do. Today we’re going to do things we’ve never done before but have always talked about doing when we run ‘em by on the way to other things.
“In a place we’re going nowhere/ In a place we think we know”
We went to the haunted house where the red weed-flowers grow in front. The front porch wraps around to the back of the house. The floor caves in there… when you pointed the flashlight at it two raccoons came rushing out of the floorboard teeth and escaped into the sunroom window before I plugged ‘em with the Daisy. There is a cone of light from a tree poking its head through the ceiling. Its eyes are branches are telescopes that blast yellow light into the sunroom and turn everything old and kill it. Kill the damn raccoons too, probably later. We aren’t going to wait around.
Before we left we lay in the lawn of red flowers (they were pink up close) and you hummed something. But I could hardly hear it.
I could hardly hear anything except a gentle strumming coming from underneath the flowers. I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but I woke up with an ball jar in one hand and the Daisy in the other, and you were long gone. Even the angelic impression you left behind had almost risen. It could’ve been years.
Gin Tapes by Web of Sunsets is out NOW via End of Time Records, so listen below and catch ‘em on tour immediately. If you missed em, you’d better catch up!
Nothing makes me want to move far away from New York as possible and start a space-jam band than Krakatau’s new video for “Riddells Creek.” Insatiably so, the scenery filmed on 2x Arriflex 16SR3 cameras (by director, editor, and producer James Tom) in Riddells Creek, VIC transports me beyond time and reason. Winter just began there. “Riddells Creek” seems perfect for the season. Krakatau is bringing it hard and LIVE here too. Got that appropriately professional credits reel, which is a nice touch. But mostly I love how there’s so much space and so little people! And that retro feel of fashion and sheen. The drums are steadily light and serving up a good “feel it” vibe. Keys go OUT there and wisp around like a lingering spirit of sound. The bass walks around like the “Riddells Creek” ground’s protector: arms crossed and flexed.
Krakatau is poppin’ off their new album Water Near a Bridge July 29 on LP via Trouble In Mind. Grip!!
• Trouble In Mind: http://troubleinmindrecs.com
Little is known about The Famous L. Renfroe, or his sole album Children (besides the album notes), so of course the intrigue factor is through the roof, but this isn’t just arrant hype; this album deserves all the praise and space it’s already been given. Imagine a gospel choir, backed by a loose funk group, headed by an impassioned soul singer, and you’d be close to what this sounds like.
Originally pressed in the late 60’s, then re-released in 2008 by Big Legal Mess Records and Fat Possum, Children is about to see the light of day once more. Fat Possum is again in the mix, handling the LP and CD duties, while Burger Records is on cassette detail. And why not put out a forgotten album on a forgotten medium? Seems like a perfect marriage. Be on the lookout for the physical copies in the near future, but in the mean time, listen to the title track below by the man known as The Flying Sweet Angel Of Joy and go ahead and add another one to the long list of reissued gold.