Magic Fades + Soul Ipsum
Color is no longer an issue under the Zirconia Reign. There is so much fragmented light that a blur of everything fruitful in vibrancy to the viewer is nearly a shimmer of smeared sight. Feeling around is the only option, and echos of what once-was filters into the future plans of capital living. In the urban atmosphere. And here, 1080p Collection was brave enough to visit this future date, snag 60-minutes of conversations between citizens Magic Fades + Soul Ipsum, and brought it back for those adventurous enough to find meaning in Zirconia Reign life. This world and all worlds benefit in everything. Shouldn’t the forger be reliant on the leader. In a way, both Magic Fades + Soul Ipsum lead listeners on a sonic tour of how life FEELS in a post-digital world. It’s telepathic. It comes in sounds and acoustics. There’s the refurbished and the new. Something so pure it feels like a warm shower in the middle of a cold afternoon. It’s always the perfect weather. What you can’t see will never come back to harm you. It’s merely a measure of challenging your senses and preparing them for when the time is right.
1080p Collection does NOT fuck around. There are worlds on that label, and Magic Fades + Soul Ipsum delightfully previews us for the future of Zirconia Reign. Prepare yourself and listen to the release below, find peace within the blindness of color, and grip this tape ASAP off 1080p:
The cure for all cruddy days is sad music. I read that on The Why Factor on BBC the other day that sad music makes people happier. Maybe it takes no dummy to realize that, but then again, @dead_bae isn’t really “sad” music. Just contemplative or ethereal. Tense in a calming way that’s sort of like a shiatsu massage. Pity this is just the [preview] of Pity, the new release by digital ghost being @dead_bae on Afternoons Modeling. I heard this cassette crumbled walls greater than the Berlin. And that it turns moons red. Had mass reel power in the clean up of Fukushima by way of sonic cleansing. Shoot, wasn’t there a debate recently on television that @dead_bae was the secret weapon against power storms?
Anyhow, it’s getting windier out, and wetter too. So there’s nothing like sitting at your work-desk imagining yourself of a nice windowed patio, sippin’ on some Sprite, and leaning to that new Pity by @dead_bae. ‘Cause there ain’t nothing fun about “bad weather” unless you can’t simply observe it. Let @dead_bae point out nature’s beauty in sound melt below and scope the redux of Afternoons Modeling Tumblr for the pre-order SOON:
“Free Jazz” [live at Cafe Oto]
On April 1, Dean Blunt and an ensemble of artists — including three pianists (Blunt, Joanne Robertson, Emil Elg), three saxophonists (Asger Hartvig, Shabaka Hutchins, Bradley Miller), two guitarists (Blunt, Robertson), a bass player (Elg), and vocalist Liquid Thompson — gathered in London’s Cafe Oto for a show dubbed “Free Jazz.” And that it was: in just under an hour, the octet blazed through an alternately serene and terrifying set, featuring sharp transitions that took them from sprawling passages of space, mood, and texture, to pummeling, unforgiving blasts of sound that achieved an entirely different level of intensity altogether.
The set was structurally loose and flowing, but there are recurring musical themes and various textual anchors, particularly by Liquid Thompson, who reads material written by Blunt (who also takes the mic to mumble in the background and occasionally mutter “free jazz” just before a full-throttled assault). The words tend to deal with signifiers of “black identity,” with lyrical references to everyone from Wu-Tang to Jaja Soze to Sonic Youth. It’s about everything you’d expect from Blunt: a little confusing and a little cryptic, but incredibly incisive and delightfully unpredictable. Listen to the whole set here:
Meanwhile, Blunt’s Mersh 12-inch is out soon, as well as a full-length on Rough Trade called Black Metal.
Dorval & Devereaux
Speaking of Dido/Mathers, I got an e-mail this morning or last night from the majestic Steven Rosborough stationed at the Moon Glyph outpost. That e-mail contained information about one of the greatest duos formed so far this year: Crystal Dorval (White Poppy) and Beau Devereaux (Samantha Glass). Apparently they grinded out some work about two years ago, but now in full analog form, Dorval & Devereaux come at listeners with 30 minutes of pure pop swelter and melt. Lush vocals echo along a scant rythm comprised of synth tones, minimal drums, and gentle riffing in “Heavy Hands.” As well, TMT favorite Francesco De Gallo (a.k.a. Hobo Cult) made a video of the single, and signals in all sorts of lives across the visually haunted spectrum. Totally complimenting the music.
I already bought my tape. You’ll probably be scanning discogs after it sold out later kicking yourself. So avoid the bruises and snag Dorval & Devereaux’s debut, self-titled tape on Moon Glyph immediately!
For a fairly well-put-together-looking dude, DOS4GW makes music that certainly sounds like it’s having a hard time keeping itself together at all. It’s somewhat similar to, yet totally opposite the sound created by A.M. Breakups, which if you’ll recall, I said, “Never fully descends into noise territory; instead, it remains firmly tethered to the producer’s strong sense of melody.” Indeed, until recently, I only knew DOS4GW’s name through its attachment to Breakups’ buds Armand Hammer; DOS4GW received production credits for “Post Haste,” “Marooned,” and “The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit” off the Half Measures mixtape, as well as “Hatchet Job” and “The Rent is Too Damn High” off Race Music. His noisiness was evident from the jump, but with this latest instrumental project, Hendra 3, he’s really starting to get dub-bugged. I mean, if Breakups’ sound is “firmly tethered,” DOS4GW’s is hanging on by a thread. This is not necessarily a bad thing, though. Sometimes, you’ve just got to let go. Also, to be fair, until recently I thought DOS4GW’s name was pronounced “dose-four-gee-double-you.” (I’m now pretty sure it’s pronounced ‘dosage’ and feel like I’m giving away a magic trick in telling you this. Sorry, but not really.)
“25 Bucks” Feat. Purity Ring
So, the whole dichotomy between thug and club raps in Old very much turned me off to the latest Danny Brown album. Definitely didn’t see this Dido/Mathers type shit between Brown and Purity Ring coming either. Maybe I was still caught up in the “flavor” of “Fine Shrine” off an LP I considered buying, as I was waiting for my fiancee in Urban Outfitters, but I downloaded and forgot about it instead. Here’s my face. Say something to it. Guerrilla needs to nosh. LOL - I’m angry, grr. HAH - because, like – dBrown gave that Purity Ring singer his powers of the movie Click. Then again, I’m cool with that ‘cause I’ve only seen Click once and it was around 4 AM, so shit got sad and then darkish, and decided that I WANT to see how fucked my life becomes.
Enjoy the ride Danny Brown and Purity Ring. “25 Bucks” will get you that universal remote from Bed, Bath & Beyond you’ve always wanted to ride through life on the shitty street. Hi!