Jon Waltz
Airways Blvd. [EP]

“My generation taught me simple hatred.”

Jon Waltz is a young MC from Memphis, TN, the breeding ground for party monsters like Juicy J and average-ass crack rappers like Yo Gotti, and the town that basically invented the trap beat, which very quickly became boring and played out. Memphis is a pretty rough town (their basketball team’s motto is Grit and Grind); it was the site of MLK’s murder and the ensuing riots. Recently, it played host to a Klan rally. Very few people live downtown, even fewer of the people who do are white, and the main attraction there is an ugly, hedonistic stretch of road, where neon-lit dive bars vie for attention by yelling at you as you try and cross the street, beckoning with toothless grins. Read the local paper and watch the news: the amount of negativity that people possess can get pretty overwhelming. This unanimous obsession with darkness and death infects every aspect of Memphis’ rich music history: blues music is about how much your life sucks, rap music is about how much life sucks but you’re going to make it, garage rock is about how boring and suckish being alive is… the list can go on. In fact, half the reason this piece is so negative is because I’m listening to Waltz’s new EP while writing it.

It’s only natural for someone like Waltz, who obviously possesses considerable talent and a keen ear for good beats — most of which are produced by Zayd, who’s washed out, filtered sampling is good enough to stand by itself — to become frustrated with the gloomy, pessimistic Memphis attitude. His rhymes reflect this on standout tracks “Coming Down” and “Bang,” where he talks about taking drugs and dealing with women with the same lethargy of The Weeknd and laments the difficulty to break the endless cycle of monotony that currently exists in the world of hip-hop. Although Waltz takes clear cues from rappers who are successful because they stood out — elements of Drake, A$AP Rocky, and Danny Brown can be found in his voice and production — I get the feeling he’s not trying to emulate them, but rather uses these larger-than-life MCs to develop his own sound. Waltz’s intention is clearly to break away from trap music, where the rest of Memphis is currently wallowing in it’s quagmire, and we can only look to the future to see how he succeeds in this respect.

• Jon Waltz: https://soundcloud.com/jonwaltz
• Zayd: https://soundcloud.com/prodzayd

Bouquet

“Falling”

What precisely makes a sad song sad? Harmony? Melody? Is the aural texture most important? Or can a potent libretto overpower compelling sounds? What if the separate components of a song are at odds? Do contrasting humors merely cancel each other out, like a balanced emotional pH, or do they concoct something new?

The good songs, of course, make something new. Musical alchemy. While it’s tricky to tease out a song’s commanding element, the video for “Falling” — by L.A. band Bouquet, premiered here in association with MOCAtv — demonstrates how a hymn with emotional tension can surpass a track plainly “happy” or “sad.” Behold, firstly, the purity of Bouquet’s vocals by Carolyn Pennypacker Riggs (formerly of San Francisco folk group, The Finches), their optimism, open clarity. When the tempo picks up, the singer leans into her words, as if she can’t wait to dive deeper in. It’s a subtle effect, but strong, as her delivery quite literally “falls” forward. But what can be good about falling? Falling in love, sure. Or exhilaration, a roller coaster drop. And let us not forget the warmth sometimes found in a plunging, molasses dive, as the legions of shoegaze have often showcased.

And yet the falling that Bouquet describes is different. “Something… there’s something wrong” is the lyric that kicks off the tempo change. It “colors everything,” she says. An insightful listener should discern the apparent disconnect between the tone of the track’s lyrics and its content. We find a woman eager to sound coherent and frank, but her message is one about faltering. Over time, her excitement becomes less convincing, until it’s almost desperate; eventually, it seems to be nothing more than anxious self-assurance, a mask of denial, even as she knows something has gone terribly off course. While Bouquet sounds emotionally bright, crisp, their message leads instead to something dark, something somehow much more honest.

It is a testament to the complexity of human emotion that we demand complex songs. Thankfully, every once in a while, we get a band who can deliver. Sometimes falling really does feel exactly like this.

Bouquet is releasing their first physical musical object (a marbled 7-inch vinyl) at All Tomorrow’s Parties, today (May 10) in Camber Sands, UK, where they will perform.

• Bouquet: http://www.bouquetmusic.com
• All Tomorrow’s Parties: https://www.atpfestival.com
• MOCAtv: http://moca.org

Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

“Noble Drew Ali”

There was a brief period after Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire’s last release, Power and Passion, where fans would’ve been right to worry that the African-medallion-rocking, cheap-vodka-chugging, fat-girl-fucking BK MC was losing his edge. It’s not that he never had catchy hooks or a melodic delivery before, but suddenly it seemed like he was somehow dumbing it down. Not for nothing, but the EP (which marked his major label debut) being listed on iTunes and Amazon under artist name Mr. MFN eXquire didn’t help his case any either.

Fear not though, dear listeners. Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire (“and don’t forget the Muthafuckin’”) was right there with you in your moment of doubt. The artist came clean about his major label debut in a recent Interview Magazine feature, stating, “I mean, honestly, Power and Passion was a reach for me. It was the first time that I ever wrote and tried not to be good. I mean, I’d look at it like I was on a major [label] now kind of thing. I’d look to other rappers to see what they’d be doing and they’d never talk about shit. So, I’d find myself trying to rap and not talk about shit on purpose. And that’s really not me, you know.” He also affirmed his return to form with “Draped in Gold,” the first single off his upcoming Kismet mixtape. And now he’s re-affirming it with a song named after the founder of the Moorish Science Temple of America, perhaps carrying on in the tradition of “Galactus,” the Lost in Translation single that lyrically had little to do with Jack Kirby’s world-devouring Fantastic Four villain but did him justice nonetheless.

• Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire: http://lifeispassion.com
• Universal Music Group: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/custom/Documents/ES…

Color Plus

Key Lime

Oh my god, how good does key lime pie sound right now? Or one of those key lime pie yogurts? Or even a lime popsicle! Yeah, I know, that’s what the warm weather and this fresh album from minimal/ethereal/instrumental hip-hop producer Color Plus will do to you.

Just like the pie, Key Lime is dominated by soft, soothing textures and is epitomized by a base layer of acidic flavor. Color Plus’ subtly sour beats rest under scoops of fluffy synths atop a bed of flaky, buttery tape hiss.

Drool over the whole thing below, and buy the whole thing for only a buck on Bandcamp.

• Color Plus: https://soundcloud.com/colorplus

Vado

“In The Air”

Remember that scene from Paid in Full where time slows down as “In the Air Tonight” provides the ominous soundtrack to a place-in-time transition in which everybody’s hanging outside Willie’s Burgers flashing dookie chains and Dapper Dans. No? Well, get on that. In the meantime, this new Vado joint samples the Collins hit to a similar effect and just might prove to be Slime Rothstein’s most infectious solo single to date.

• Vado: https://twitter.com/VADO_MH

Jenny Hval

“Mephisto In The Water”

Anyone else feeling the weight of this weekend, crying and nodding at work because “Mephisto In The Water” reminds you of swimming with my little brother outside in a lake while he was younger? Why you thinking of my brother as a kid anyway? It’s because the beauty in Jenny Hval’s voice not only conveys this direct memory, but her vocal waves actually embed a mental image in every listener of my brother Speedo-bikini-swimming in Cedar Lake, IN. There he learned how to flip and panic every time his foot touched ANYTHING.

My coworkers are staring now ‘cause I can’t cry calmly, and “Mephisto In The Water” continues its beauty in my mind. Ok-ok, so it’s not really about my brother, but I just can’t shake the image of that… and maybe Terrence Malick filming it? Underwater/Thin Red Line intro style. Anyhow, Norway’s own Jenny Hval follows up her tender 2011 Viscera LP with Innocence Is Kinky, out now on Rune Grammofon in LP/CD/MP3 formats. FYI, NOK = Norwegian Krone… help is here.

• Jenny Hval: http://jennyhval.com
• Rune Grammofon: http://www.runegrammofon.com

  

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