There are 14 albums posted on the PARTY TRASH Bandcamp page between the last thing I heard, roses back in August of 2012, and this new one, entitled scrapped. This one is collection number four of previously unreleased beats, and the tracklist runs 30 deep, which is to say, 30 formed ideas that didn’t fit among the 170 other tracks comprising those 14 albums between August of 2012 and now.
Our very own Birkut, in opening the review for last year’s excellent Deep Magic release Reflections of Most Forgotten Love, raised the question: “At a time when musicians can work just as productively in the comfort of their kitchen as they can in the studio, why might some listeners find prolificacy objectionable?”
Am I more likely to listen to a band whose Bandcamp release list only runs two or three deep, than one who has averaged a release a month for the past couple of years? And how do I compare the unspoken release of a beat tape to Bandcamp after enduring the hype of an otherwise “bigger” album, to find a physical copy in some record store somewhere, likely listening to it less than a name-your-price Bandcamp release, considering the limitations of records that don’t come stuffed with a download code.
All that aside, I’d be hard-pressed to find one beat on scrapped that doesn’t stand up to the nearly canonized style of cosmic shredding built up by PARTY TRASH throughout the last couple of years.
• PARTY TRASH: http://partytrash.bandcamp.com
Chocolate Grinder Mix 98
The New Fatali$m
This mix seeks to trace the language of the most universal particle, that one from which we derive our human souls in retrospect and follow around the globe in relentless pursuit, coaxing it out from the ether with love poems, devotionals, and prayer. Hail: the new fatalism with its totem, the stack, the band; with its diety, the gwop; with its native tongue of guapenese. First, a few words from our poets:
“Money’s universal/ That’s the only language.”
“I’m in love with the gwop.”
“We all slaves to corporations.”
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[00:00] Emptyset - “Origin”
[00:24] James Ferraro - “Intro”
[01:04] Lil Durk - “Don’t Understand Me”
[04:19] Lil Herb - “4 Minutes Of Hell”
[07:35] RondoNumbaNine - “Hang Wit Me”
[10:40] Night Park - “DETECTIVE”
[12:00] BONES - “JonathanTaylorThomas”
[14:02] Fat Trel - “Niggaz Dying”
[16:35] Emptyset - “Origin”
[18:57] Traxman - “Killing Fields”
[21:13] BOY FROOT - “INTRO/CHOCOLATE MILK”
[22:33] Capo - “Come Wit Dis”
[24:19] Money Don’t Sleep (Rizzla + Blk.Adonis Remix) - “Lisa Hyper”
[26:50] My Money ft. Lil Chris - “I.L WIll”
[27:35] Ahnnu - “Violator”
[28:25] The Holy Karon - “Life’s Grim”
[30:35] Traxman - “Killing Fields”
[31:18] Sicko Mobb f- Lil Durk - “Maserati”
[34:17] Chief Keef - “In Love With The Gwop”
[36:05] Mavado - “Box Of Money”
[36:45] Ahnnu - “Violator”
[37:35] James Ferraro - “Intro”
From the upcoming LukeWyatt 12-inch Songs From Bad Kid School, out soon on Valcrond Video, roars in the searing electronics of “Saline Flats.” Setting aside his nom de plume Torn Hawk, LukeWyatt rips into the exploration of sound across a plane of sterility in water. Sitting back. Into the beyond. Watching a universal gaze. Prevailing in imagination. His own creativity. The psyche of listener’s mind magic. Encapsulating the feel of angular manipulation. So get JUICED off the first track on side-b of Songs From Bad Kid School by LukeWyatt via Valcrond Video, streaming below.
ALSO: catch LukeWyatt gaming at TRANS-PECOS (GPS: 915 Wyckoff Ave. Brooklyn, NY) with Bryce Hackford, Lorna Dune, Policy, and DJ Brian Traister this Saturday hosted by Words+Dreams. 285 is already sold out. Todd P reopened the old Silent Barn space as TRANS-PECOS. Give him business at the “new” spot ASAP!
New Electric Ride
“Bring What You Expect to Get”
The year 2013 – yeah, that one – saw the emergence of two disparate forms of psychedelic rock. The Flaming Lips divided fans with their appropriately titled album The Terror (TMT Review), the tour for which abandoned their cosmic-scale Project X parties for something much creepier. At the same time, psych revivalists Allah Las, Tame Impala, Jagwar Ma and others all tried their very hardest to make a 50-year old music genre relevant again. There’s even a Berlin Psych Fest opening this year.
I wasn’t alive during the 1960s. Had I been, I would probably be writing this post for Rolling Stone with a little bit more patronizing sarcasm and a little less cultural awareness. Because I wasn’t alive during the 1960s, I appreciate the psych revivalists because #vintage, but also because a lot of these songs are damn good. London’s New Electric Ride is busy preparing their debut LP Balloon Age, and they recently shared their single “Bring What You Expect to Get,” with great appreciation for acid-era Beatles and tasty-tasty licks. The mixing on this recording is especially good, and although New Electric Ride aren’t exactly preaching the gospel of a new age (not even sure what I just wrote means), they’re worth a mouse click for making a catchy tune that is smooth as freshly pressed wax.
LA beat-boi mndsgn is surely becoming one of the most prevalent causes of neck strain. mndsgn’s knack for the knock has manifested itself through a plethora of bumpers, including his latest conceptual-cassette Breatharian, a holiday split-tape with Ahwlee, and even a quick collab with Danny Brown. His latest drop, “daylight savings” is a two-and-a-half minute trip beginning in a zany universe where all we can grip is mndsgn’s signature trudging rhythm, and ultimately dipping into the sensationally classic before we even realize we’re there.
“daylight savings” is part of a larger cassette-compilation for Brooklyn tape-label Paxico Record, featuring Swarvy, Ohbliv, rxn, and many more. The comp supports a heady calendar release by the illustrious collage artist deMilo, available for purchase here.
• mndsgn: https://soundcloud.com/mndsgn
T.E.A.M.S. & AyGeeTee
“Peace Corps of the Mind”
A couple of friends of mine decided to transform their living room into a recording studio. Because they are poor like the rest of us, they opted for piecing the studio together using a variety of thrifted equipment, which they keep running via some combination of nearly lost information from Googled .pdf owner’s manuals and pure electronic geek ambition. It’s a colorful sight to see. And by tossing in the obligatory copy of Pro Tools, the timeline of musical fidelity they are able to recreate is remarkable. The studio may be new, but you’d never be able to tell from the range of sounds that come out of its Frankensteined guts. It’s everything that’s good about repurposing without any of the mechanical errors and questions of structural integrity.
So, I took my dual deck tape dubber over there. It’s been facing all of the issues I’d expected from a five-dollar Goodwill purchase. These guys, of course, ripped it open, took one long look at it, and twisted a few pieces with a knife because they couldn’t find their screwdriver before screwing the cover back on and blasting some of the most beautiful pure-tones that machine had probably ever made, previous owners included. It’s now back to work, dubbing tapes in reel time, and I have to say, it’s sounding great. Ya know, for a tape player.