“45 Fifty Four”
In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove. And from this groove came the groove of all grooves. And while one day viciously throwing down on his box, Jack boldy declared, “Let there be HOUSE!” And house music was born. “I am, you see, I am the creator, and this is my house! And, in my house there is ONLY house music. But, I am not so selfish, because once you enter my house, it then becomes OUR house and OUR house music!”
And, you see, no one man owns house because house music is a universal language, spoken and understood by all. You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you’re deep into the vibe of house. House is an uncontrollable desire to jack your body. And, as I told you before, this is our house and our house music. And in every house, you understand, there is a keeper. And, in this house, the keeper is Jack.
Now some of you who might wonder, “Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?” Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body! Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake. Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm. Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body. Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house. You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile. It don’t make a difference in OUR House.
“45 Fifty Four” is a previously unreleased track by DJ Rashad, courtesy of Lit City Trax and Dazed Digital. TEKLIFE Vol. 1: Welcome to the Chi is out now.
iii [album stream]
Music is absorbed in penetrating repetition deez-dayz. But how about just CD skips? Like, ever think Replica is due to a glove box full of scratched discs? For really, listen to each of these iii nipple tapes tracks (all less than two minutes) over and over individually for, like, an hour each and absorb yourself in this stink. Shit gets slow. Maybe. Maybe it’s all the same speed. Right? YOU do something about it. Put it in Audacity and slow it down more. Or pump it up to um-hum. It’s also good for highway-driving zones. And, love the cover art.
• nipple tapes: http://nippletapes.bandcamp.com/album/iii
Oneohtrix Point Never with Roger Robinson
“Replica (Falty DL Remix)”
Today sees the digital release of the Dog in the Fog EP by Oneohtrix Point Never. To celebrate, label Software has released a remix that didn’t make the cut. The track is by Falty DL, who remixes a version of “Replica” by Mr. Lopatin and King Midas Sound’s Roger Robinson. I can most certainly fuck with that. Check it out here:
“Take Me Out”
BPitch Control founder Ellen Allien may have quietly released Galactic Horse back in March, but now a clip has surfaced for “Take Me Out,” the woozy, throbbing highlight of that two-track release. It’s a slice of trippy German IDM that’s still accessible enough for most house fans. The video, meanwhile, relies on kaleidoscopic images and heavy shadows — those bits of familiar but nonetheless alluring discotheque imagery that cause a dancer to resemble an Indian goddess. The pulsating lights in the background further add to the trippy, phosphorescent feel of the track.
“☺ EARTH JUMP”
James Ferraro. I’ll give you a minute…
Okay, now that you’ve stopped rolling your eyes, let’s get ready to grumble! James Ferraro is back from having never left, this time with a project presumably called GECKO AFTERLIFE. A “video” was posted recently for “☺ EARTH JUMP,” which has a little BEBETUNE$, a little BODYGUARD, and a whole lot of barbed-wire soul. Enjoy this 10-minute-plus track from our Last American Hero.
Too often these days, bands get accused of coating everything in too much reverb. I don’t see what the big deal is, personally. Take “Pumpernickles,” a track from Meadowlands’ new tape Cross-sectional Studies for example. Sure it sounds like a real club banger buried in so much reverb that I want to use telling words like “landscapes,” “ethereal,” and a bunch of ocean metaphors to describe it, but that doesn’t mean it’s “bad reverb.” It’s like a party-next-door kind of thing — probably just a bunch of obnoxious, drunk teenagers, but I’ll be damned if they don’t listen to good music. I just prefer to listen to it next door, in the safety of my own home, thank you.
Listen to this
water-buried beauty below, and buy the tape, ya damn Mediafire-ing kids!