R o b ert B e at ty a nd T a kes hi M u r a ta : two hunks of cosmic gelatin exacto’d from the Sector 14 space mines between two and four decades ago and beamed to Earth in the shapes of human males in an effort to intermingle with and expand the minds of the terrestrial races.
but W H a t d o th e yyy Have In Com MON?: A/V multimedia combining digital and analog aesthetics, eye [(-popping) (-confounding) (-detonating)] visual manipulations, technicolor hallucinations, seemingly all things.
ENTER A THIRD PARTY: o h h e l l o it’s J a son Les call eet. He tips his hat and launches into this hypothetical monologue: “Yes, it is me: Jason. You can call me ‘Mr. Lescalleet.’ I run a label called Glistening Examples and I have decided that the music Robert Beatty created between 2004 and 2007 to soundtrack Takeshi Murata’s video work deserves a proper LP release. Even absented from their visual counterparts, these pieces speak for themselves.”
O R L Y ? Let’s hear ‘em.
. ~*~^~ U H Y E A H~^~*~.
“Cone Eater” finds Beatty mangling high-frequency synth blips (maybe bleeps) and oscillator screeches into a viscous aural paste, spreading it across a table of knobs, pedal chassis, mixers, and unruly patch cables, and allowing nature to take its course. Single tones split into dry and FX channels, wallow in delay and abused reverb, and weave back together in simultaneous playback as a synthetic infant wail rising over the chaos. Although deliberate in their structures and development across time, Beatty’s soundtrack pieces achieve a state of randomized ecstasy to match Murata’s unpredictable visual work.
Soundtracks for Takeshi Murata — possessor, incidentally, of one of 2013’s be(a)st album covers — arrives November 11 on LP and CD. You can preorder it now, straight from the label’s Bandcamp page.
DESPERSONALIZAÇÃO the stretch of life
The 2013-2014 NBA season started today, and what better way to celebrate than with new music by NBA expert Panda Bear! It’s been a couple of years since Noah Lennox’s fourth solo album, Tomboy, so it feels good to be hearing new material. According to Gorilla Vs. Bear, the music soundtracks a video by Joana Linda for a new clothing line by designer Fernanda Pereira (also Lennox’s wife), titled “DESPERSONALIZAÇÃO the stretch of life.” And if it’s any indication of what Panda Bear’s fifth solo album will sound like, then, then… damn.
D/P/I & Ahnnu
And as the final formation of face solidifies the first android version of Drake, it awaits under a velvet blanket to be revealed in a distant time of humanity via broadcast. Upon presenting Drake-android to the world, it begins to quickly unzip its pants and show TRUE hardware. As the broadcasting crew members frantically run over to stop it, Drake-android stretches on its robo-dick with one hand while fending off people with the other. The controller’s remote falls at Drake-android’s feet; it smashes the remote into oblivion; and camera fires begin to erupt within the studio. The Drake-android is completely hard.
Bodies struggle to get up, others are lying dead or bleeding out, and Drake-android begins bending down, still standing, and starts to blow-jay himself. Gasps of confusion and pain cry out, but the mechanical moaning of Drake-android increases in volume as it beings to snap its back chords for complete oral pleasure. This faulty craftsmanship makes Drake-android excrete loads of muck-chunked oil from its rectal cavity. As Drake-android climaxes, he catches ablaze, and history repeats itself.
D/P/I & Ahnnu got together and made “Language.” Listen to their convo below:
NGUZUNGUZU, the L.A. duo of Asma Maroof and and Daniel Pineda, have released the second single and title track from their forthcoming Skycell EP. Fans are already calling it “dope,” “chill,” “hype,” and “grip-able,” while critics have unanimously dubbed it “a post-human (re)construction of mechanized, flamethrowing liquid metal.” Both are right! Check it out here:
The Skycell EP, the group’s sixth EP overall, is out digitally next week and physically November 19 on Fade To Mind. In the meantime, use your ears to listen to some NGUZUNGUZU production work on Kelela’s CUT 4 ME mixtape.
HEY LADIES! Not trying to stress you out, but Valentine’s Day is only a little more than 100 days away, which means you have only a matter of months to convince your hubby that you love him lots!! It’s okay, though, Tiny Mix Tapes has got you. With a little help from our good friend Justin Timberlake, we’ve come up with five super sexy tips to help you keep the salsa of your love life nice and zesty by the time ol’ February rolls around — inspired by the pop star’s new clip for “TKO.” Enjoy!
1. To be a goddess in your man’s heart, you have to be willing to show him who’s boss. The next time he’s sitting on the couch watching Storage Wars or trying to get some kitchen nookie, whack him on the head with a frying pan and proceed to drag him through the wasteland.. WITH HIS OWN PICKUP! That’s how you fight the patriarchy, ladies. And your guy’ll love the enthusiasm!
2. Nothing says “I love you” quite like wearing your guy’s favorite shirt. Feel free to sulk about his pad in it, and make sure to slap away his hands when he tries to touch you. That’s hot!
3. The next time you want to get frisky, grab the back of his head and yank, all the while staring at him like he’s one of the Congressmen responsible for the government shutdown. To spice it up even more, be sure to yell out “Thanks, Obama!” while you do it.
4. Who said dinnertime couldn’t be sexy? When you want to get down to business RIGHT NOW, throw a bowl of salad on the ground (extra points if the bowl is glass!!) and threaten to kill your hubby with your “coochie-coo” like you just killed that bowl of salad. Metaphorically. Damn!
5. The grand finale that’ll really send him ;) over the edge: make sure to jump out of his pickup at the last minute and roll to safety, shooting a “sry not sry” glance at him as he skids ever closer to his doom! Then find a new boy. Rinse. Repeat.
Happy Hunk Hunting!
Bars Of Gold
As though the singer can’t wait to scream his head off, the lyrics in “Blue Lightning” are sung hurriedly. Bars Of Gold are always just about to crescendo, perennially in that heightened state of instrumental suspense similar to a surfer nearing the final collapsing arch of a waving pipeline. But despite how devastating their drummer is, they NEVER wipe out.
This Detroit quintet sets the groove quickly, but shoulders you at precise intervals with a clangor of guitars, keeping you moving/up. The bass, low and brooding, is churning away swiftly and subtly underneath short, thunder-clapping guitars that come to life after the vocal burst of a teasing faux-chorus. Here, in the middle, the jazzy drums kick along a more bluesy guitar statement, while the warm, woozy purr of an organ warbles in, backed by harmonizing female vocals softening the throaty baritone of our lead singer.
Something snaps. The guitars go into these spasms, stirring and stirring, and the words of the lyrics get squeezed together; something is forcing itself out, or pulling ever tighter… Choose your tension. It erupts: “This is for the people who WOOOORRRRRRRRKKK…..OOOONNNNNN Christmas….”
This is for you. Let it out. Let it go. Let it roll. Listen to “Blue Lightning” by Bars Of Gold below, and scope their newest album Wheels on Bellyache Records out this week.