Like The Quietus, we’ve been getting emails too from Denna Glass (♥), the superstar celebrity, media-whore representative of Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland. Last time we got one, we were treated to “Flaxen,” a harp-laden track from Dean Blunt’s forthcoming The Narcissist III mixtape, a follow-up to part II. This time, we were pointed to a short little number called “Palace Pavillion,” which sees Blunt — eyes closed, chin pointed toward the sky, biting lower lip — playing piano, overdubbed with Blunt — eyes wide open, slight grimace on face, swaying ominously — on drums and horns. Listen here:
• Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland: http://youtube.com/pollyjacobsen
“Trapdoor to Infinity”
Frank Ouelette, the man behind Hobo Cult Records and star of solo project Hobo Cubes, also has a visual enterprise: Moduli TV. Frank made the video accompaniment to an excerpt of Rambutan’s “Trapdoor to Infintity” from the Tidal/Rambutan split LP on Aguirre Records. The montage of abstracted VHS-like visuals follows nicely with Rambutan’s Albany-grown organic noise, while the images look as if they were captured from the inside of a tube television as damaged tape is pulled through a VCR. The frantically moving pixels marry well with the cascading granular signals of Rambutan’s layered processing.
Champion [album stream]
Champion, the new one from collaboration Teamm Jordann, wastes no time slamming the boombox-blowing beats of Teams against the buoyant shimmers of some of the more aerated Daytime Television tracks. Check out the album below, but be warned: that bass blast in the beginning of “Stadium (Ignition)” may be more than your tiny computer speakers can take. It might be safer to just buy the cassette from Orange Milk Records (which is co-run by Seth Graham and our own Keith Kawaii) and blast this one through stereo speakers big enough to handle it.
“The Stud Pt. 2”
Living together can be monitored by the flow of traffic. Check and see what clashes on your high-/roadways, and focus on the fluidity of it. Master the conception of its direct steadiness, then being to weave your way through it. Just as creating an unseen color in your mind, striving for FIRST or getting ahead takes thinking around what we encounter. Instead of trying to hone the gold-glowing skull in the back seat of the car behind you, set free your mind and become part of your own venture. Keeping free-thinking musicians on hand, such as Dreamcolour, sure comes in handy while taking your life by the brains.
Two years gave Rob Magill and Alex Gray a plethora of ways to explore new elements of music-making. They figured out the flow of traffic, and are now just going to fuck with you, tonally deconstructed along the way. “The Stud Pt. 2” being a prime example of, “What do you think this thought is about?” Maybe. Or just musically, where are they? Pinpoint it.
In the meantime, stream History of Dreaming in Colour via Deep Tapes. No physical release date as of yet, so you should put ‘em on your label and make that happen. You got the internet right? Now set up a Blogspot and a cart-account, and go forth!
“It’s a Tough Day, Hard Day”
Talibam! may have come from the school of spontaneous noise-rock, but they’re now riding the surreal shitstorm of whatever-the-fuck — and they’re getting weirder by the minute. This year alone, the duo released with Sam Kulik one of the more puzzling releases in awhile (Discover AtlantASS), unveiled the world’s first #noschoolrap track (“Step into the Marina”), forced Rhys Chatham to show his true colors on camera, and overdubbed some deliciously crazy sounds/noise/etc. on top of the entirety of Dirty Projectors’ new album.
Talibam!’s latest, a rap video for “It’s a Tough Day, Hard Day,” is equally absurd. It’s also really awesome/extremely terrible. Inspired by the likes of The Mighty Boosh and Flight of the Conchords, Talibam! bitch and whine, sarcastically (I think) yet somewhat honestly (I think), about their oddball role in the music industry: “It’s nice to hypothesize what could have been/ But that’s a bad idea ‘cause you’ll reach for the gin/ And my future is open and I bought a new suit/ It’s crazy orange leather made from alien antelope poop,” raps Matt Mottel on the first verse. Kevin Shea continues the could-have-beens: “Talibam!: we got 27 records, 19 tours of Europe, yet we can’t do any better? With bands like Wavves too doped to play a show, we be professional musicians who can be trusted with yer dough.” Elsewhere, Mottel gives props to an old Minneapolis favorite of mine (Quad Muth — called Quad “Muff” in this song), while Shea points out how artists he used to hang with (TV On The Radio’s Kyp Malone, Battles’ Ian Williams) are all famous while he’s decidedly not.
It all adds up to an extremely brilliant pile of shit, an incisive/limp criticism on the state of the music biz. I love/hate it. I hate/love it. It’s actually really fun to wrap your mind around/impossible to listen to, and I can/can’t imagine anyone wanting to willfully listen to this stuff. But/And it doesn’t/does matter, because Talibam! are effectively showing how taste itself is pretty fucking boring and that humor, even of the most absurd, idiotic kind, can shake us from a stupor. But does anyone want to be shaken at this point? I do! And don’t!
Check out the also-absurd video for “It’s a Tough Day, Hard Day,” directed by Steve Five (producer of the forthcoming film I RAZOR):
• Talibam!: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Talibam/102564367491
• Critical Heights: http://www.criticalheights.com
“Braised Duck Tacos”
I have to admit, I have a soft spot for food rap. I’m still waiting for Action Bronson to team up with Waka and Rick Ross on the Food Network with the culinary equivalent of Yo! MTV Raps. Until then, we have “Braised Duck Tacos,” a sick new track from Queens rapper Meyhem Lauren that couldn’t come at a better time: tacos are EVERYWHERE right now — they’ve become as refined as craft beer. The beat is decadent too, popping like some primo duck breast on the skillet. Too bad I’ll probably have to settle for Taco Bell.
• Mayhem Lauren: http://www.meyhemlauren.com