James Ferraro
Cold [mixtape]

Five weeks before his ∞th birthday, James Ferraro sits behind his desk, overlooking a parking garage in downtown Alien-Nopork, NY. The cell phone in front of him buzzes with potential music collaborations and proposals about placing ads on his stage attire. A rival producer wants his best brand connections and wants to give him nothing in return. Ferraro bristles. He holds a Cuban cigar in his hand. Smoking is allowed.

“Well, shit, being as I own the building,” he says, laughing.

Back in the office after his vacation on a 154-foot rented yacht named Baby Mitsubishi, he feels that relaxation slipping away. He feels pulled inward, toward his own most valuable and destructive traits. Slights roll through his mind, eating at him: avant-garde done incorrectly, eco-terrorist, absentee holy figure. Ferraro reads the things written about him, the fuel arriving in a packet of clips his staff prepares. He knows what people say. He needs to know, a needle for a hungry vein. There’s a palpable simmering whenever you’re around Ferraro, as if Lil IceBunny is still in there, churning, trying to escape. It must be strange to be locked in combat with the ghost of your former self.

Smoke curls off the cigar. He wears slacks and a plain white dress shirt, monogrammed on the sleeve in white, understated. An ID badge hangs from one of those zip line cords on his belt, with his name on the bottom: Prince James Ferraro, just in case anyone didn’t recognize the owner of one of the largest franchises in a struggling music industry. There’s a shudder in every child of the 80s and 90s who does the math and realizes that James Ferraro is turning ∞. Where did the years go? Ferraro has trouble believing it, difficulty admitting it to himself. But he’s in the mood for admissions today, and there’s a look on his face, a half-smile, as he considers how far to go.

“I… I always thought I would die young,” he says, leaning up to rap his knuckles on the rich, dark wood of his desk.

He has kept this fact a secret from most people. A fatalist obsession didn’t go with his public image and, well, it’s sort of strange. His mother would get angry with him when he’d talk to her about it. He just could never imagine being old. He seemed too powerful, too young, and death was more likely than a slow decline. The universe might take him, but it would not permit him to suffer the graceless loss and failure of aging. A tragic flaw could undo him but never anything as common as bad knees or failing eyesight.

Later that night, standing in his kitchen, he squints across his loft at the television. His friend Vinh Ngan catches him.

“You gonna need to get some glasses,” Ngan says.

“I can see,” Ferraro says.

“Don’t be bullshitting me,” Ngan says. “I can see you struggling.”

“I can see,” Ferraro insists.

The television is built into the modern stone fireplace in his sprawling downtown condo, the windows around them overlooking Red Bull Avenue. An open bottle of Pahlmeyer merlot sits on an end table. Ngan is in town for an upcoming show. They’ve been talking, about Ferraro’s birthday and about the changes in his life, all seeming to happen at once. Ferraro feels in transition. He moved out of his house in Dubai and is moving into a new one in Florida in three weeks. He’s engaged. Inside he’s dealing, finally, with the cost of his own competitive urges, asking himself difficult questions. To what must he say goodbye? What is there to look forward to? Catching an introspective Ferraro is like finding a spotted owl, but here he is, considering himself. Ferraro relights his cigar. It keeps going out.

“Listen,” Ngan says, “Father Time ain’t lost yet.”

The idea hangs in the air.

“Damn,” Ngan continues. “∞.”

He shakes his head.

“Can you believe it?” Ferraro says quietly, and it sounds like he’s talking to himself.


Ferraro’s Cold mixtape is out now. Download the WAV version here and MP3 version here.

• James Ferraro: http://twitter.com/LIL_ICEBUNNY
• Cold Mixtape: http://www.coldmixtape.com

Lil B

P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thug) [mixtape]

To no one’s surprise, Lil B has just released a new mixtape. It’s called   P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thug)  , and it contains   27   tracks. Funny song titles include   “Alota Bitches”  ,   “Keep Strippin”  , and   “Keep Saggin”  , but the most hilarious has to be   “Marry Me”  . I’m listening to   “Emotional Player”   right now, and it’s really   raw   and   classic  ! The mix is the follow-up to   Pink Flame  , which once again proved just how   #BASED   Lil B is. Will   P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thug)   have the same effect as   OK Computer  ? Can   P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thug)   possibly be as strong as   Siamese Dream  ? Listen to find out.

Download   P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thug)   right here or stream below. If you like what you’re hearing, definitely consider   LISTEN TO THIS OR TASKFORCE WILL GET YOU~!  . It’s the right thing to do.

• Lil B: http://www.basedworld.com

The Big Ship

“A Rabbit”

When a band names themselves after a track on one of Brian Eno’s most lauded albums, it should be expected that said group would specialize in a particular brand of sophisticated ambient art pop. Well, Chicago’s The Big Ship are just that band! The group openly worships Eno (check their Twitter moniker for yet another example of this), but sonically they more closely resemble Bad Timing-/Eureka-era Jim O’Rourke with a dash of doomy post-rock drone. Like O’Rourke, these two boys love interlocking repetitive guitar parts that expand in texture as their works develop. Interestingly, O’Rourke often openly admitted to treating the aforementioned Drag City albums as musical melting pots for his deep array of obscure 60s and 70s influences. In a way, the stitched-together approach of an album like Eureka was a sort of precursor to hypnagogic pop, with its attempts to marry such disparate influences as Burt Bacharach, minimalism, and Ivor Cutler in order to create a completely new work out of the fuzzy memories of old.

It’s clear that nostalgia is also an important part of The Big Ship’s aesthetic as well, and in the video for “A Rabbit” (one of the most exquisitely song-oriented tracks off their excellent debut full-length for Hausu Mountain [disclosure: Mukqs is involved with the label]), director Nick Ciontea makes a direct reference to this by processing what looks like old family video footage. The effect of the processing often gives the viewer the sensation of watching a videotape of another videotape being played back on a VCR. I can’t help but wonder if in a way this reflects The Big Ship’s seeming love for 90s experimental art pop and, in turn, those artists’ love of prior generations’ forward-thinking art songs. Near the end of the video, images get blurred and distorted to the point where everything looks like a beautiful blurry mess. This implicitly reminds us that original influences, though still present, often get blurred when passed through generations of different artists. When the referential art of a man like O’Rourke becomes the source material for a band like The Big Ship, you get a very pretty song and video just like this.

The Big Ship’s debut album A Circle is Forever is out March 26 on Hausu Mountain. You can watch the video for “A Rabbit” above.

• The Big Ship: http://www.facebook.com/TheBigShip
• Hausu Mountain: http://www.hausumountain.com

Harry Fraud

Adrift

“La Musica de Harry Fraud.” Every time you hear that two-second snippet, you know you’re in for something good. From the commercial heavy-hitters (Wiz Khalifa, Rick Ross) to the Marijuana MCs (Curren$y, Smoke DZA), to New York’s hip-hop champs, young and old (Action Bronson, Kool G Rap), Fraud’s classy, brassy samples are beloved by all. On his latest mixtape, Adrift, Fraud doesn’t call upon one or two of his pals for rhymes; he enlists an entire fleet of flowsters. All of the aforementioned names are featured on the 23-song tape. But wait, there’s more! You’ve got tracks featuring Pusha T, Danny Brown, Fat Trel, and even Mac Miller, as a treat for the kiddos. The varied performers are united by Fraud’s keen eye for rich orchestral samples and commanding drums, and despite the over-stuffed guest list, Adrift never threatens to sink under its own weight. Just be prepared to hear “La Musica de Harry Fraud” A LOT.

• Harry Fraud: http://www.harryfraud.com

Andrew Pekler

“Candles”

For an art installation called “Cover Versions” at the Laura Mars Grp. gallery in Berlin this past December, artist/musician/producer Andrew Pekler created the ultimate concept album: one record with 300 different covers. Pekler took dollar-bin LPs of retro easy-listening (with classically corny artwork featuring misty seascapes, pastel-tinted portraits of beautiful women wearing polyester, and grainy closeups of candle-lit still life) and covered-up the existing text on the album covers with colorful circles and rectangles. For the art exhibit, all of the albums are displayed on wooden shelves, in the style of a hip indie record store, while Pekler performed the music contained within each record.

Similar to his visual artwork, Pekler’s music can also been described as a collage. By arranging found sounds and field recordings into completely original tunes, Pekler is a master of taking from the endless ocean of existing artwork (good or bad) and making it into something completely new and progressive. Here, Pekler samples the original records from the installation and creates entirely unique works that sound nothing like their originals.

Only available physically in the form of those 300 LPs (as of now, you can still grab one from German distributor Fantôme Verlag), digital versions of Cover Versions are limited to a sampler of the record on SoundCloud and the full piece “Candles,” which you can hear below.

• Andrew Pekler: http://andrewpekler.blogspot.de
• Senufo Editions: http://www.senufoeditions.com

Bodega Bamz

“Say Amen” [ft. A$AP Ferg]

Perfect timing — Bodega Bamz’s clip for “Say Amen,” the third video off his Strictly for my P.A.P.I.Z. mixtape, comes less than a week after white smoke started pouring from the Vatican. Bamz and A$AP Ferg spit before the altar, in the confession booths, and — in a bit of a Dan Brown twist — what appears to be a dungeon. Ferg plays priest garbed in a Diplomats beanie and a heavy wooden rosary, while Bamz preaches to his audiences in both pew and pit. A bit of Sunday schooling from two of New York’s freshest faces in rap.

• Bodega Bamz: http://on.fb.me/Zcoodq
• A$AP Mob: http://www.asapmob.com

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