O L D M O M S
MELT JAMS [EP stream]
There’s a new label in town/on the internet, and it’s called Pho King Tapes. The Edmonton, AB-based label has so far released two short-run cassettes, one being a reissue of Moons’ Discography Tape, the other being this particularly sensual release, MELT JAMS. The EP, written by Seattle artists Aubrey Mangrum (a.k.a. Brugele) and Reice Humenik as O L D M O M S, features seven exquisite R&B cuts, ranging from the synth-heavy (“ROUGH TONGUES”) to the trippy (“MEMORY FOG”) to the appropriating sort (“ICING”) to the downright sublime (“SOME PLACE ELSE”). Hat tip to All, Everyone, United. Listen here:
It’d be easy to draw comparisons between Seattle’s Kid Smpl and Burial, and all of those comparisons would likely be valid. But while Burial tends to be praised for soundtracking dark cityscapes, “Escape Pod,” the new one from Kid Smpl, feels much more lost-at-sea than walking-home-in-the-city. The only sounds are the captain’s laments carried out over a dark ocean, touched by rain and scattered with debris from sunken ships lightly tapping against the boat. No resolution but the melancholy carried outward toward the horizon on black ripples of freezing waters. Chilling.
Listen to it below and buy the entire EP from Hush Hush Records.
Chinese Hercules [preview]
Stop-stop-stop. What’s today? [Whatever]day? Bolo Yeung (NOTT) choppin’ dem GAT-DAMN beats. Do yourself a favor: if you’re on the LIE and hear the Dat Piff release of 10 Minutes Vol. 1 and Vol. 2. No poke, can’t be more flagrant: snag it noWWW! Don’t care if you at work. I hope it give your CPU viruses. And, yes — SLF TAPES are fresshing Bolo Yeung’s new Chinese Hercules… it’s all you need the rest of this year. Shit, this two-minute preview is probably the whole album.
Loop each track 20 times. Look, put it on shuffle with whatever else you like from 2012 and tell me you skipped a Bolo Yeung track. You can’t. Unless you add that Onra tape Words+Dreams put out earlier this year (SOLD OUTT) #butpossiblecontestant. You can also tell me you took it off shuffle and put Bolo Yeung on repeat. Also-also, I understand this is it right now. But it;;s fucking swelling. Y;;o. There’s still a good scene in mixtapes @LilB @JuicyJ @KoolKeith @TrapAHolics @FatTony&Tom Cruz. S’ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chinese Hercules. SLF TAPES. bl’owbl’owbl’owbl’ow
Like The Quietus, we’ve been getting emails too from Denna Glass (♥), the superstar celebrity, media-whore representative of Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland. Last time we got one, we were treated to “Flaxen,” a harp-laden track from Dean Blunt’s forthcoming The Narcissist III mixtape, a follow-up to part II. This time, we were pointed to a short little number called “Palace Pavillion,” which sees Blunt — eyes closed, chin pointed toward the sky, biting lower lip — playing piano, overdubbed with Blunt — eyes wide open, slight grimace on face, swaying ominously — on drums and horns. Listen here:
• Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland: http://youtube.com/pollyjacobsen
“Trapdoor to Infinity”
Frank Ouelette, the man behind Hobo Cult Records and star of solo project Hobo Cubes, also has a visual enterprise: Moduli TV. Frank made the video accompaniment to an excerpt of Rambutan’s “Trapdoor to Infintity” from the Tidal/Rambutan split LP on Aguirre Records. The montage of abstracted VHS-like visuals follows nicely with Rambutan’s Albany-grown organic noise, while the images look as if they were captured from the inside of a tube television as damaged tape is pulled through a VCR. The frantically moving pixels marry well with the cascading granular signals of Rambutan’s layered processing.
Champion [album stream]
Champion, the new one from collaboration Teamm Jordann, wastes no time slamming the boombox-blowing beats of Teams against the buoyant shimmers of some of the more aerated Daytime Television tracks. Check out the album below, but be warned: that bass blast in the beginning of “Stadium (Ignition)” may be more than your tiny computer speakers can take. It might be safer to just buy the cassette from Orange Milk Records (which is co-run by Seth Graham and our own Keith Kawaii) and blast this one through stereo speakers big enough to handle it.