“Every Day Of My Life” [ft. DJ Phil]
DJ Rashad’s been runnin’ it for quite some time now, and in October, he’ll continue the domination with the release of Double Cup, his new 14-track album for Hyperdub. The album, which follows two EPs from earlier this year (Rollin’ and I Don’t Give A Fuck), allows Rashad legroom to stretch out stylistically, which is pretty clear given what’s been released so far (“Double Cup,” “Drank, Kush, Barz,” “I Don’t Give a Fuck”).
The latest preview comes as a collaboration with DJ Phil, titled “Every Day Of My Life.” It’s one of the weirder, rawest tracks on the album, and again attests to the variety that Rashad’s employing this time around. Check it out there:
And hey, while I have you, why not check out a lesser-heard collaboration with Spinn, just because:
Okay, last one:
Finally, don’t forget about the Hyperdub North American tour, which starts today.
• DJ Rashad: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dj-Rashad/152577002604
• DJ Phil: https://soundcloud.com/d-j-phil
• Hyperdub: http://www.hyperdub.net
When we last heard from Lucrecia Dalt, she hinted at a departure. She pinpointed an angle and presented it in the form of a sublime Guest Mix. There are still five weeks to go before Syzygy, and as the release date creeps closer, the Colombian musician has kindly dealt TMT a deck of premieres, along with an exciting announcement to be made in due course.
In the meantime, it’s our pleasure to present “Glosolalia,” an introduction to this new, humid sound and the opening track from Syzygy.
With promises of a video premiere set to follow, we couldn’t resist asking Lucrecia about some of the processes behind her third album.
Syzygy feels as though it was recorded somewhere on the equator; a wooden cabin in a town encroached upon by jungle thicket. There is an immeasurable heat that runs through it, which doesn’t immediately reflect Barcelona, the city it was recorded in. How did you arrive at this sound?
I think I’ve been there before, but that was like 18 years ago, when family car travels between Colombia and Ecuador where still reasonable. Let’s replace jungle for a set of indoor plants, let’s change latitude, let’s keep the humidity, and there we are, where it happened. Why did I arrive at this sound? Perhaps it’s just the fact that the room had no parallel walls, or most likely because the magnetic field of the metro station under it didn’t allow the bass to have a decent recordable sound, (yes, the initial plan was to go deep into the bass processing possibilities started with the Commotus album). An op-1 replaced the bass, and having in mind some Spaghetti Western soundtracks or the North Star soundtrack by [Philip] Glass, it ended up being heavily arpeggiated.
With your Guest Mix, you talked about resonating with moving images, about feeling your way around films that have impacted your work. You mention Godard as having an influence this time around. Which of his films played a role, and how did this effect your writing?
I wanted to have an external element that could suggest changes of narrative. I selected some films that have fragmented or radical editing, psychological violence, narrative ambiguity. I’d say that the most important ones end up being Deserto Rosso by Antonioni, Hour of the Wolf and Persona by Bergman, Sans Soleil by Marker, Daydream by Tetsuji Takechi… I was just playing them without sound while working on the album, and sometimes I was putting the volume up while playing back an idea I was working on; some nice suggestions came out of that methodology.
The accompanying press release shares an almost sinister tone; there are references to darkness, ambiguity, distress, and emotional depth. How entrenched are these feelings in your recording process?
Timelessness. I was working and living in the same space, I was having an extremely intermittent sleep cycle, there was almost no difference between being awake or asleep, almost no difference between working and thinking, internal silence didn’t exist at all, delirium. Two hours of sleep, two hours of work, repeatedly, could be a standard day, and I wasn’t fighting that, if that was the way the album had to occur I was letting that be. It felt right at that moment.
The track we are premiering here, “Glosolalia,” is a prickly introduction to the sound of Syzygy. It echoes the eeriness of your trailer and makes for quite a shocking alteration from where you left off with “Batholith.” What can you share about your idea behind “Glosolalia” as the introductory track?
Alma turns on a light, sits and looks at you straight in the eye and starts saying: “Well, there is one thing I’ve wondered, Are you in a hurry? I’d like to ask you something, it’s like this…”
This is the last scene from Hour of the Wolf, and from where the lyrics of “Glosolalia” depart.
I was once standing in my noisy balcony in Barcelona and I was listening to this track by Felix Kubin called “Der Bleiche Beobachter.” From that moment, I decided I wanted to play a lot with dynamics on this record. I wanted to have certain sharp and pointy sounds here and there, or sounds appearing and disappearing slowly, once ensconced in a certain level, another level comes. “Glosolalia” contains one of my favorite “hurting” sounds, appearing at 1:35.
Lucrecia Dalt’s Syzygy is out October 15 via Human Ear Music.
Some music is so cinematic. So vivvviiid. So instrumentally explicit that it doesn’t beg for any sort of visual accompaniment. Anna Meredith’s music is like this, but she made a music video anyway. “Orlok,” the first single off Meredith’s newest EP Jet Black Raider, is a dark and busy piece that is brought to life in the form of frantic pipe-cleaner creatures, pompom people, and spork folk who look like they are all trapped in some kindergarten arts-and-craft activity gone terribly terribly wrong.
For a limited time, you can listen to all of Jet Black Raider on SoundCloud for more kinda cute, kinda scary compositions from Anna Meredith.
“Don’t Forget Who Sent You”
Mouthguard88, comprised of Amnon Freidlin (Honnda, Normal Love, ex-ZS), and singer/designer Diana Joy (Slime with Lightning Bolt’s Brian Gibson), self-describe themselves as “soil pop thrashers,” but they’re more like glitch-rap hooligans — two energetic (and overeager) MCs rapping along to their favorite video game soundtracks, faintly preserved on banged-up, sun-fried cartridges. The duo’s tortured party jams are disorienting, to be sure, but there are enough vestigial bits of 80s cheese-ball pop to earn the distinction of Freidlin’s most dance-floor-ready set of tunes yet.
“Don’t Forget Who Sent You” is the creepy, catchy first single from Mouthguard88’s forthcoming album, accompanied by an equally attention-grabbing video. In the clip, a group of prisoners slowly trudge along a dusty road, heads buried in their smartphones. They are clothed in jumpsuits that simply read, “Verizon;” at the same time, we see a brutal fight between two men who appear to be WWF superstars. The two scenes crash and collide, teasing at connections but never giving anything away; the costumes, designed by Joy herself, are some of the most interesting we’ve seen all year. It’s a headscratcher, but also fodder for a good head walk after the fact.
Listen to Yard and think,”We’re getting there, somewhere, and I think it’s pretty nice there.” And then, “Maybe this is taking control of my brain.” Maybe things evolve. It could be the mix getting busier, or it could be us noticing more of the mix. Certain moments catch us and send our heads spinning in nice little crescent moons waiting for the next shift, which maybe never comes. But we’re down. The reality of the next part never coming –> the realization that the little flecks and scrapes and blips that brewed on the edge of the beat for the last two minutes, those were the thing. “The ticket.” The vivid synth bass that oozes and slinks all over the lower register, definitely another ticket. The haze that shrouds an upper register into which vague lead phrases burst and float and then deflate again into the rhythm is a beautiful symptom of the medium and of the mind harnessing it.
In Waiting is Chris Jones’ second tape under his Yard moniker on Further Records. One hundred physical copies of the release exist. All of these things happened in Seattle RE: this tape: the programming, the turning of the knobs, the keys pressed, the creation and the layout of the typeset, the consideration of the promotional materials, the uploading of the files to the internet (it took me up through the first two minutes of “Disco Belle” on Bandcamp before I clicked the Order button), the shipping of the tapes, the living of lives in which beats and loops and synth patches play no small part and can seem in certain moments more like symbols of something larger than what could be feasibly explained, the listening back.
One thing you can expect from 3:33, aside from the finest in noisy beats and dark ambience, is insanely detailed, often tapestry-like cover art and layout by graphic designer/digital illustrator Kevin Vitella. From the Satanic symmetry of The First Thousand Days and Live From The Grove to the earthen machina In The Middle of Infinity, Vitella has provided more than just poisonous eye candy. These tableaus are like lyrics for the instrumental hip-hop 3:33’s owl-guised aliens hoot. (Of course, to fully appreciate them, you’ll have to buy the physical copies.)
3:33’s latest, Bicameral Brain, takes the concept of slightly broken symmetry a step further with two discs, which, according to the press release, represent “the two sides of this primitive state of consciousness, the commander and the commanded.” The first single, “BB2-1” (disc 2, track 1) starts off with a waning drone left over from disc 1’s “auditory hallucination” before falling in step with a militant breakbeat march. From there, corpses pile.
Stream “BB2-1” below and bisect the Bicameral Brain October 29, just in time for Halloween.
• Parallel Thought: http://pthought.com