Live For The Funk
“LFTF Mix 23 (Astronautica Mix)”

The number 23 has had a varied, often remarkable career. In addition to providing the numeral for a thoroughly dubious Jim Carey thriller, gracing the jersey of the greatest baller to ever play the game, quantifying Winston Churchill’s well-manicured V for victory (two fingers up, three fingers down), and enumerating how many years Ian Curtis had traumatically accrued before he tragically had no more, the number 23 is (drum roll please) now affixed to a Live For the Funk mixtape. Such is the glorious fate of any list so bold as to step beyond its 22nd item!

But, in truth, listen up, because if LFTF’s type of music is of your taste, then you’ll likely find this particular mix superlative. Specifically, it includes a pair of prizes from L.A.’s beat scene: two tracks from Astronautica, a.k.a. Edrina Martinez, who fully deserves whatever privilege of attention she’s recently enjoyed. See also the mix’s lead off with Shigeto’s sample of Astrud Gilberto, her languid, Portuguese bossa-nova, of songbird clarity and incandescent open vowels; then, later, a head-bob inducing remix of one-hit wonder Amerie; and a whole mix-worth of seamless track-to-track transitions.

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Infinity Frequencies


Only in your mind can you control what you see. It’s not what’s right in front of you, but all-around on the inside. Feel the frisk of mental stimulation. Harness yourself upon the mind’s Shrines. Reach the maximum destination in thought and keep yourself there, setting the plateau. Find what inner peace calms your thoughts. Bring about the library of past and present to dictate your future, and become what you’ve always wished. It’s all right inside you. Right now. Submit your thought to what has always made you. Believe in the ability to become. Access what is right, and free your body within. Implode upon yourself and enjoy the scenery. Paisleys are my favorite shape, no? Seasonally season your seasons. It’s always the right climate. So hack some Shines today, and ride the Infinity Frequencies into a purely personal paradise.

Infinity Frequencies is performing at AMDISC’s live streaming event, SOFT FREQUENCY Vol. 1, tonight.

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The Flaming Lips / Horse Thief

Flaming Thief Horse Lips

The Flaming Lips sure are good at seizing opportunities! The group, who just released a new album today called The Terror (“a depressing and dismal dud,” according to this dud), contacted a band last night called Horse Thief to record some music. Why? Well, both artists released an album today (Horse Thief’s is called Grow Deep, Grow Wild), both were released on the same label (Bella Union), and both of them hail from Oklahoma City. Naturally, the two groups decided to swap a song from each of their albums and record them as covers. The result: The Flaming Lips covering Horse Thief’s “I Am The Bear” and Horse Thief covering The Flaming Lips’ “Try to Explain.” Check it out:

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Keith Fullerton Whitman

Greatest Hits

I didn’t expect to wake up yesterday to find a 12-hour journey into the aural history of one of my favorite musical minds humbly sitting in my SoundCloud feed among label promos and home recorded demos — but whoa, here I am, and I’ve heard (almost) all of it. Keith Fullerton Whitman has been working sporadically on his “Greatest Hits” mix for almost 10 years; the result, presented here in a single jagged waveform across your screen, is one hundred “remixes” of “the most salient points of the pop music of [the artist’s] youth” slowed, processed, and abstracted into the sweetest droned-out disfigurements. Take a moment here and erase all the preconceptions planted by the “omg ‘Justin Bieber 800% Slower’ sounds like Sigur Ros or smthng lol” YouTube pop slowdowns of yesteryear. “Greatest Hits” treats us to a much more sonically hi-fi, conceptually ambitious half-day of pop deconstruction — deliberate in its pacing, diverse in its source material, wide in its tonal palette. Also, yeah, given the 10-year timeline of this project, I think we can safely say that KFW got there first, probably before anyone.

Is it worth sinking 12 hours of your short little life into? If you’re asking yourself this, I remind you that we’re dealing with Keith Fullerton fucking Whitman here. The man has the gear and the technical knowledge to process any sound into virtually any form he can imagine; he has a well-articulated personal/artistic motivation for this and all of his projects; he has a sense of quality control as strict and discerning as anyone else in his field; his taste, perhaps best exemplified by the music he chooses to stock in his Mimaroglu Music Sales distro, is better than yours. He will not steer you wrong.

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Best Available Technology

Excavated Tapes 1992-1999

Not to be confused with the application of ballistics and celestial Newtonian mechanics to practical problems concerning the motion of man-made objects in space (such as rockets and spacecraft), Astro:dynamics are a record label. Not to be confused with a term applied with regulations on limiting pollutant discharges with regard to the abatement strategy constituting a moving target on practices since developing societal values and advancing techniques may change what is currently regarded as “reasonably achievable,” “best practicable,” and “best available,” Best Available Technology is Kevin Palmer from Portland. Check out “Keys TDK SA-X100” from Excavated Tapes 1992-1999, Vol. 1, out May 6:

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Blood Sport


I’m crowding around a TV in the college common room while a kid with a mullet shouts “Look at that foot cam!” as the Chad Smith Drum Tuition Video reaches its enthralling apex. Suddenly — or should that be All of a Sudden — walks in “Gustav,” the weird black-clad exchange student from Germany who’s staying with my sister’s friend. He plugs in his VHS camcorder and plays some grainy footage from a Liars gig he was at last night. “This is real drumming,” he says, slowly, his words dripping with assured Teutonic condemnation.

As the bell rings for lessons and we all hastily finish our ketchup-smothered hash brown sandwiches, a mood of vague shame hangs over us. We all walk away from that moment wondering whether Red Hot Chili Peppers really are the best band in the world — some people erase their “Californication” lyrics from the front of battered exercise books, others dig in their heels and play slap bass in the pubs of West Yorkshire to this day. Whatever the reaction, something changed.

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