Fuck that. I ain’t gonna spit on you about his career length or that his voice on this track sounds like Kanye and flow like Ghostface. Moreso, is Nas still killing hip-hop? Uhhh, yeah, have you not played “The Don” yet? Orange circle down below. Click it. It’s proof that when people speak about the death of hip-hop, Nas should replace the phrase “swan song.” If Nas were butter, I’d slather him all over white bread and toast it good. Outcome: delicious. Seriously, I’ve listened to this track more than 40 times now, and my nipples are still hard. AND THE BASS!!!!!!!!! Cops would only pull you over to axe if you legitimately bought this track. Then tell you, “Drive safe. And blast that shit, old man.”
“Down With The Moon”
Pretty Lightning hail from the hamlets of Southwestern Germany, but they play the type of scuzzy blues you’d expect to hear in a dusty Arizona biker bar. “Down With The Moon” is roughed-up, Kraut-y goodness, with a catchy folk melody at its core. High above the familiar chugging rhythms float wisps of psychedelia: winding guitar spirals, dreamy falsettos, fuzzy bass.
The album that mothered this cut, There Are Witches in the Woods, was the result of the band shutting itself in a cavernous room to grapple with its sonic visions in full breadth. And yet, listening to “Down With The Moon” produces the opposite effect. It’s liberating, built-for-the-outdoors type stuff, enough to make even the worst cabin-fever metamorphose into a burning desire to take an old pickup truck, grab a few friends, and drive down Route 66 with the radio blasting. Or at least sit out in the sun with a beer.
Phil Elverum, a.k.a. the best thing that’s ever happened
to music, has just released the first track off his upcoming album, Clear Moon. Both the album and its forthcoming companion LP, Ocean Roar, were recorded at The Unknown, Elverum’s new recording studio (a “de-sanctified church” in Anacortes, WA). Hear how it all sounds in “House Shape,” and look for Clear Moon on May 22 via P.W. Elverum & Sun.
• P.W. Elverum & Sun: http://www.pwelverumandsun.com
Western metereology geeks/Google users won’t need telling that March 20 was, for those in the northern hemisphere of the obscure planet “Earth,” the time of the vernal equinox.
How appropriate, then, that Newcastle’s über-hip, über-mysterious underground acidtechnodisco label Signals has just brought out this storming four-tracker from Danny Wolfers — a.k.a. Legowelt, a.k.a. Franz Falckenhaus, a.k.a. Danny Blanco, a.k.a. Gladio, a.k.a. Dickie Smabers & the Moerwijk Crew, a.k.a. Seaside Houz Boys, a.k.a. Venom 18, a.k.a. Florenza Mavelli, a.k.a. the Psychic Stewardess, a.k.a. Raheem Hershel, a.k.a. Jackmaster Corky, a.k.a. Twilight Moose, a.k.a. Squadra Blanco, a.k.a. Phalangius, a.k.a. Sammy Osmo, a.k.a. Westside Box Savants, a.k.a. Polarius, a.k.a. Salamandos, a.k.a. Nacho Patrol, a.k.a. House of Jezebel, a.k.a. Klaus Weltman, a.k.a. Smackos, a.k.a. Danny Wolfers, one half of Catnip, one half of the Chicago Shags, one-fifth of Legopel, one half of Macho Cat Garage, one half of Los Hermanos Rodriguez, one half of Smackulator, one half of Trackman Lafonte & Bonquiqui, one third of Mr Clavio — packed full of what the man himself would probably refer to as “moody, arcane, tape-smudged, ghetto North Sea houze trax and raw, dirty, nefarious, autistic, Detroit unicorn, forest-techno futurism. And when I say ‘techno’, I don’t mean that boooooooooooring contemporary shit they call techno nowadays, with over-rated, talentless, pretentious, douchebag, cunt DJs playing a few halfassed dumb mongo beats and being all arty fartsy about it.”
Lock the door, close the curtains, turn off your phone — and get gloomy with the reeeal shit. A storm’s coming. Buy the 12-inch here.
“Live at Fountain Art Fair” [03.10.12]
The only proper way to fist pump is with your pinky stiff to the sky. Now, I’ll say this until 2013, but this is the year of mixtapes and straight bass (IMO)! Here, instead of drone or bathdub or doom, Bass Control (a.k.a. Dennis Sebayan, not sybian) subtly crushes a non-stop grind of bass-pops for the avant-garde found art community. But that was just an occasion (full of Pioneer DJM-900NEXUS love and acoustical airplane hanger resonating echos). As soon as the warmth hits, Bass Control rips through the winter-window plastic covers and drags ya out the apartment, dancing and screaming. And he don’t give a fuck; he’ll serve the whole NYC progressive house community with rays of FUCK YOU LET’S DANCE. Ain’t no smoke and mirrors. Just straight jam. Check it, this set ends because of recording issues. Bass Control is never finished. What’s that? A slice of Miami? At Ultra Music Festival this weekend? Yeah, brahhh. Bringing that NYC to Miami on the Eco Village stage starting at 7 PM to keep your Saturday night moving. Oh, you won’t stop? Mia Lounge from noon to 5 AM will continue to wick and light ya ass on Sunday.
• Bass Control: http://www.facebook.com/pages/DJ-Bass-Control/300727791199
• Creator Entertainment: http://creatorentertainment.com
Lithic Fragments [excerpt]
Daggg, sleeper hit! I purchased the Tigerbitch and Sudden Oak cassettes off Brunch Groupe and to this Lithic Fragments came too, and it’s way full of win. I mean, to the naked listener, this sounds like being naked listening to music. But if you listen for awhile, closely or not, you’ll hear bends and wobbles, rhythms forming and disintegrating, and tones that’ve always been and never heard. Lithic Fragments is quite the journey through sound and patience. What’s this? Fucking heat into sound? Also, the tape is in foil, so be careful not to scrape it (like I did) on the inside of your portable. Actually, that’s the only problem I see with Lithic Fragments. Other than that, it made my shelf. One. Long. Steady…
• Brunch Groupe: http://www.brunchgroupe.com