Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement
“Black Magic Originated In Nature”
P hits me up at 1:19 AM. Monday night. After I read his message around 2 AM, I spiral into a dream portal:
I’m driving in a dimly-lit European(ish) city surrounded by street lights, cobble stone, slate roofing, and rows of store fronts; I’m on my way to a hostel. Inside, I meet Sharpest, jDav, and Gumshoe, and they are ready to split because the owner ignored “their American ways.” I give them the same look they gave the owner as I jingle keys in my pocket of the car I’d just stolen. Refusing to pay for our stay, we run out the back door, through a damp alley, and into the cramped car, which is pulled over as I try driving off.
More cops arrive after I give my ID to the one at the car window, and as he walks away, we all make a run for it. We meet up in a dingy underground laboratory. Elliott lets out a yelp and leaves us as quick as his exclamation. Joe thinks it’d be dream-logical to take a sip of the nearest jar containing goo, and Gumshoe and I wait in reluctant anticipation for him to HULK-out. Suddenly the doors burst open, light engulfs everything, my jaw locks, Gumshoe is crying about his daughter, sounds like Joe is smashing shit, and it feels as thought I’m whisked into a Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement: blinded by aura and imprisoned in sludge.
This dream convinced me “Black Magic Originated In Nature,” which is also the feeling I get while listening to Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement’s track on Folklore Venom. Folklore Venom and its sibling-cassette The Plant With Many Faces have both been re-released on vinyl via Hospital Productions, so now you ain’t gotta pay a hundo-plus for this year’s originals.
• Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement: http://discogs.com/artist/Rainforest+Spiritual+Enslavement
• Hospital Productions: http://hospitalproductions.net
“Poets of Rhythm Promo”
File this one under best commercial of the year. Here, a wigged Edan harks back to the rap radio promo of yesteryear, but instead of hyping up a station or DJ, he’s plugging The Poets of Rhythm Anthology 1992-2003, available October 1 on Daptone Records. “Yea The Poets so don’t even try to diss/ ‘Cause they helped initiate the funk-soul revivalist movement,” he spits, gripping the mic in one hand while the other mans the tables. For those who don’t know, Edan puts on what is quite possibly the best hip-hop show being performed today, so if ever you get the opportunity to see him live, do seize that, please. And if German-exported funk-soul revivalism is your thing, you already know what to do.
“Raindrops falling from the sky
Watch the people passing by”
Subverting the seemingly simplistic, the basic, the automatically relatable, the imagery normally associated with dreamy, quiet afternoons, to create a sense of dread and loneliness, creeping chills, using the grim weather to one’s own advantage: Tor Lundvall is adept at subdued intensity, either through his oil paintings (reminds me a little of Peter Doig) or dimly lit ambient soundscapes drenched in reverb. Last year, he released an impressionist LP titled The Shipyard that was so appropriately foggy and grey I stumbled over the corner of my bed and knocked down my bookshelf trying to open the window. “City Rain” is on Tor’s album Sleeping and Hiding, which is being re-released, along with four other of his out-of-print albums, on a 5CD remastered set called Structures and Solitude out November 5, making this his second box set released via Dais Records. The first line of “City Rain” might lead some to believe that Lundvall is cheerfully strolling through the puddles like a black and white musical, and the lyric has been quoted here for the same reason Lundvall employed it: to create a false sense of security. Have you ever woken up for a dream and momentarily mistook it for the events of the previous night? Did you question whether or not it was even a dream?
“Spinning flowers in the stream
Drowning slowly in the dream”
This new Kvelertak video hearkens back to the glory days of Newgrounds animations: that glorious age when the internet was inundated with wacky, slightly-disturbing homemade cartoons, many of them smirking in the face of cuddly ol’ Disney/Pixar (corporations which, by the way, are run by the Illuminati, bee tee dubs… LOOK IT UP). Sporting an eccentric mix of CGI and flash animation, the clip for the Norwegian rockers’ “Evig Vandrar” whisks us away to the arid home of some Jawa-type dudes, who apparently spend their time dredging up giant shadowy birds from the sand dunes and shooting plasma from their mouths. It’s a cool slice of Dune worship with a METAL twist. What more could you want?
Kvelertak’s newest album Meir is out now on Roadrunnder for your burning pleasure.
“Applause (Viceroy Remix)”
Mmm, I fucking LOVE applesauce. Grams made me some killer applesauce last week. Remember AnCo’s video for “Applesauce” that came out last year? So fucking fresh. Clearly, Lady Gaga ripped off AnCo with her cover of “Applause.” Oh shit, that’s not the same title. I should pay more attention to anti-progressive pop. Whoa, Viceroy remixed it too?! Holy shit. This music MAY be more bland than the people who listen to it, let alone REMIX it. SMASH CUT TO: my girlfriend/roommate listening to this remix while she’s cooking tonight, having not read this post, and thanking me for bringing Viceroy’s remix of Lady Gaga’s “Applause” to her attention.
Beyond that, people still believe in (and clench onto) the revolution of John Lennon’s music, claiming there is nothing that possesses that in music today [????????? @Anti-Internet]. This is something I not only blame on Lady Gaga (and related musicians), but also people who doubly churn out this nonsense via remixes. Anti-establishment. Artistic. Atypical. And the lyrics “Pop culture was in art/ Now arts in pop culture in me” from “Applause” played while Sam and I ate at Taco Bell today.
“A Wilderness Of Size”
Dear DJ Peevo Estevo,
I’ve been tweaking my FruityLoops, massaging my Traktor sync button, polishing my Numark Mixtrack Pro, and alphabetizing my dub sirens for months now, but I just can’t seem to get the right feel for my sets. I’ve tried all the genres and several different accents for my over-the-mic “shout outs,” but I just cant seem to get people to dance. What’s your advice?
Edwin De Marsbar
It’s always great to try and cast a few slimy nuggets of wisdom to the young hapless DJ wanderer, lost in a desert of sound. I like to think of a great DJ set as a workout. You start by warming those tender muscles with some light psychedelic swirls, and then you hit them hard in the calves with a few serious slabs of bass frequency. Now that everyone is feeling tenderized, you lead your gagging crowd in a series of highly organized gesticulations, really extracting the laboring energy they no doubt squandered on laptops and treadmills earlier that day. Their attention is yours to command and manipulate. You want to make them feel like they are at leisure while actually working them harder than any boss ever has. No doubt, with this advice in hand, you’ll exit the stage after your next gig into a throng of sweat-soaked, aching admirers. Here’s hoping.
Yours, as ever,
DJ Peevo Estevo
Corporate Control’s debut album Ten Dry Nails is out now on Upitup Records. Stream the track “A Wilderness of Size” below: