Oh, hey! How’s the weather up there? Ooh, 10 degrees? Fahrenheit? Oh, you can’t go outside? Ouch… yeah, I went to the beach today. Yeah, I’m wearing shorts. And listening to FWY!. And everything is just totally gnar gnar right now, brah.
At some point in the future, Moon Glyph will release a new cassette from Edmund Xavier (of Horrid Red) as FWY!. On Xavier’s Burundi Cloud site (which releases all Horrid Red and all associated acts’ stuff digitally), it states that the new record, named after lovely Orange County beach town San Clemente, will be released February 12, 2024, but let’s hope it happens a little sooner. Until then, you can listen to it or buy it digitally from Burundi Cloud.
The record is jammin’ hard with delicate driving beats and floating guitars chugging along PCH as visions of asphalt, palm trees, rollerbladers, and skyscrapers roll by. Tagged as “California Autobahn” on the site, the song is fucking perfect for cruising in your 1984 Volvo to the beach in January… represent!
Electronics Without Tears [preview]
I am still mesmerized by electronic music. All electronic music. There’s a threshold I reach when trying to wrap my mind around sounds that unravel any thought that has progressed. And this fellah F.C. Judd, “a previously unheralded lost-pioneer of British Electronic,” is just repeating over and over, with the computers in my ears, laughing every four minutes or so. So, I just don’t understand things good. It’s apart of my allure. But this is only the [preview] of Electronics Without Tears, an hour-long retrospective into the archives of F.C. Judd’s electronic music explanation and findings. It’s out now on CD for less ££s than you think!
Da Mind Of Traxman [mix by Mike Paradinas]
Another day, another footwork mix. Today, we’re bringing you 30 brand new tunes by the legendary Traxman, all mixed by Planet Mu’s Mike Paradinas (who has clearly proven himself to have a fantastic ear for the cream-of-the-crop footwork tracks). Traxman, who runs with both the Ghetto Tek DJs (with Rashad, Spinn, Manny, Boylan, Taye, etc.) and Geto DJz, has been making dance tracks since the 90s, helping spearhead the evolution from ghetto house to juke to footwork. He’s also one of the most outspoken, hilarious, and passionate footwork producers out there.
Traxman has albums coming out on Planet Mu and the up-and-coming Lit City Trax (run by DJ Rashad and Aziza Man). This mix features tracks from both. Lots more info coming soon, but in the meantime, check out Traxman’s SoundCloud for his own house/footwork mixes.
PillowTalk’s video, I think, speaks for itself. But from where does this dazzling specimen hail? Rather than exhaustive exegesis, here’s a brief etymology — rooted in the style of early TV broadcast, complimentary angles, and soft focus — illustrating just how we’ve arrived at heaven’s gate. The lineage, as you’ll see, is sterling.
- Nancy Sinatra, “These Boots Were Made for Walkin’”
- David Bowie, “Ashes to Ashes”
- The Strokes, “Last Night”
- Outkast, “Hey Ya!”
- Duck Sauce, “Anyway”
- Thieves Like Us, “Never Known Love”
- Future Islands, “Give Us the Wind”
- Beyoncé, “Party”
- Destroyer, “Kaputt”
PillowTalk has a new EP, Far From Heaven, out now on Wolf + Lamb.
“Where Are You Now”
Look, “Apocalypse 2012” is because everyone is over wanting to fuck each other, so we’re looking for something to fuck Earth. Personally, I believe the “apocalypse” will arrive when every spin in one episode of Wheel of Fortune lands on “bankrupt.” The show cheats, but the day post-Merv producers find out the end of the world is nigh, they’ll stop rigging the wheel for advertisements. And Sajak will sweat his wig hair away.
Aside from fictional mental anguish, but in comparison: SOPA will lose. “Where You Are Now,” SOPA is in a BP oil spill media frenzy. SOPA will pass when it sucks Wikipedia’s brains IRL over “live” television. For now, I’ll stick with bands like Images, struggling to hook tunes recorded through a faded atmosphere, giving me a greedy feeling. But not until January 31, when their Know What I Mean album is released on AMDISCS and Last Nights Records. #censorthisSOPA
I guess the asterisks in this track’s title could be T’s, and the song might be about some human-Gumby hybrid. But… nah. Excessively silly. This funk shuffles far too smoothly to be about anything other than sweet love in The Age of the Machine.
Despite DāM-FunK being based in LA, the digital goo of “Bionic Pu**y” brings me back to some gray summer days on Long Island, cruising around with a buddy, aviators propped low across his Sicilian mug. Nothing to do, we slinked by shopping malls and smokestacks for miles, pavement for years. Barren times. Only people getting turned on were the machines. Then night came down across the water over Manhattan where the sky was red and there was music being made in warehouses by a million kids just like us, loveless and looking out for some sweet something, some sweet bionic pu**.
DāM-FunK’s M.O., breeding computers and Soul, should be championed and cherished. I for one take some comfort in the idea that across the fiberoptic highways and byways of the world, there might be some true cinnamon-scented love getting uploaded between harddrives. Consider this: when the rise of the machines finally, inevitably goes down, with any luck it’ll be more orgy than gory. But then again, let’s hope it’s not both.
• DāM-FunK: http://www.stonesthrow.com/damfunk