So, not to start over, however, this is totally my work-out post for this week. Since the beginning of May, I really haven’t been “working-out.” I caught this nasty sinus infection, and it’s fucking nasty. Like, on my lungs and in my eyes/nose. However, I haven’t let that stop me from burning fat. This is real, as a distance/energy thing, opposed to a time/energy thing, but if you walk the same distance as run, you’ll lose the same amount of calories. WHAT? Yes! Think about it in terms of time, although I told it you really doesn’t have anything to do with it… If you run two miles in 18 minutes, but walk two miles in 40 minutes, you’re spending the same kind of energy, only saving time by running. Thus, “12 SUNDAY” would get your move going and a little pep in your step, avoiding each crack along the way. FAMILY EVENT has a really interesting way of moving feet, so feel their new release 2, featuring the single (‘cause you never know when one track ends or begins in the mix) “12 SUNDAY.” Hi!!
“two to your right, five to your left”
Okkyung Lee occupies a spot in the “young royalty” stratum of the noise avant-garde, the omni-capable improvisers/composers who honed their styles over a stream of physical releases and collaborations through the 90s and early 00s, and have since reached new levels of acclaim and influence (see also: Dilloway, O’Malley, Yeh, Fernow, Wiese). As throngs of half-naked warriors clash chrome against chrome down in the pit of the noise gladiator colosseum, Lee and her contemporaries set up workshops in the Academy and sketch out the most squalling, damaged permutation of modern “classical” “music.” If Lee, more than most, grapples with academic precedents and preconceptions by virtue of her primary means of expression — the cello — her visceral performances blur the line between the balcony observers squinting into binoculars and the pit surging below.
On Ghil, Lee’s full-length due June 24 on Ideologic Organ, she and producer/fellow noise royal Lasse Marhaug erase that line completely, recording her virtuosic cello improvisations onto a used tape recorder in incidental Scandinavian locales: “a back alley in Oslo center; a cabin in the forest on the Nesodden peninsula; and a former hydroelectric powerplant in the mountains outside Rjukan.” Hear “two to your right, five to your left,” one of Ghil’s nine sessions, below (note: every time I do, I’m like “Yeah!!! Whaaaaat???”). Lee’s extended technique shred tactics alone could easily max out this take, but Marhaug’s lo-fi decisions of medium and mic placement result in a master recording of even thicker glorious abrasion.
As a companion to a new LP called Umwelt, Not Waving has released a fat wad of fresh videos on YouTube. There is a video for every single track on the new record, making Umwelt a truly audiovisual piece of art.
From a kung-fu hippie lady dancing to kosmische electro grooves (“Kneecap Ridge”) to rainbow acid-washed footage of oak trees and kickdrums (“Mansfield Underhill”), the optical accompaniment to the record intensifies its psychedelic potency greatly. My favorite part is the transition between the guy who interprets the fuck out of synth jam “Carrizo Plains” and the other guy with paint all over him who interprets the fuck out of post-rock-esque “Nemrut Dagi.”
Buy Umwelt from Ecstatic Records.
• Not Waving: http://notwavingmusic.blogspot.co.uk/
• Ecstatic Records: http://boomkat.com/search?fields%5B%5D=label&q=Ecstatic
Consider yourself seen: the “Evil Eye” has cast its gaze upon you, and sears your soul in decadence. Black pulsates throughout your skull and fills your sockets with darkness. “Evil Eye” has absorbed everything you’ve considered good in this world and sweat it out your forehead. Standing and shaking from your core on out, the “Evil Eye” rips through your being and tarnishes all hopes and dreams, being guided by the light of Lantern. Wherever Lantern is leading you — away or toward the center of the “Evil Eye” — is beheld in the wisdom of axe-slaying, siren shouts, brooding bass, and blood-rushing rhythms. The answers await your ears on Lantern’s newest incantation Rock ‘N’ Roll Rorschach, out July 9 on Sophomore Lounge Records. Prepare to transplant your mind and bear witness to the spirit of rock ‘n’ roll’s finest.
“Katy and the Popcats”
Hey, I’m on the internet. Know what else is on the internet? Cats, cats, c a t s, CATS, C A T S!!! Big cats, little cats, white cats, black cats, spotty cats…. and especially F A T C A T S? I’m looking at cat pics, and you know what else I like to do when I’m looking at cat pics? Eat chips. It’s only logical. Snacks in general, really. They’ve got these ones with bubbles all in ‘em called “Popchips.” According to a friend of mine, “Popchips won’t make you less fat, only tapeworms and water will do that.” Don’t tell Katy Perry though. She’s here too I guess….. More importantly, these cats have lazers and maybe they’ve been to a rave?? Some of them drive cars. You know another cat that loves to drive? Toonces. Also I think Riff Raff from Heathcliff; pretty sure he drove a Caddy.
We underlings here at TMT are currently lobbying Mr P to replace all of our McDonald’s ads with Popchips ads. I haven’t seen any free fries yet. Popchips, the ball is in your court.
Prodigy x Alchemist
We here at TMT love a good quote. Just check out our Music Reviews section. I don’t write many reviews, but I do enjoy a quality quotation as much as the next person who takes what another person says or writes, wraps it in punctuation, and bases an article on it.
“The older you get, the more you mature musically and conceptually.”
– Jazz drummer Willie Jones III
For one reason or another, despite it being around for almost four decades and regardless (or perhaps, in some cases, because) of the sincerest efforts of its elder statesmen, hip-hop music is still seen as a young man’s art form, as if even its greatest contributors are somehow exempt from the above quote’s claim. Well, I for one don’t believe it. I refuse to accept that once an MC reaches the age of 35, he suddenly becomes incapable of recording an album as strong as or stronger than his previous work. And as further evidence of this disgruntled-old-man claim (in this case, coming to you from a disgruntled young man’s mind/keyboard), I submit to you, dear listener, the latest from Mobb Deep’s Prodigy and his longtime collaborator, Alchemist.
If this album’s 16 tracks show us anything, it’s that both artists, well into their 30s, are continuing to mature musically and conceptually, and that Alchemist’s current prolificacy just might go down in history as the type of run rap fans can tell their grandkids about. As if to hammer the latter point home, Albert Einstein features Action Bronson and Domo Genesis — with whom Al released 2012’s Rare Chandeliers and No Idols respectively — and Roc Marciano, with whom he’s “working on a project,” according to a recent interview.
Roc also says, “I bang the billionaire heiress on the terrace/ I’m from Terrace [Ave.] where sellers twist vanillas, switch bellas,” and that, I figure, is as good a quote as any to end this post.
• Prodigy: http://themostinfamous.com