The Pluto Moons
Mannequin Legs

Making pop music is something to be made very daringly. Like, like, look at Gaga, Ke$ha even, MNDA’s adverts, Daft Punk featuring Giorgio Moroder, anything Ween ever did, ever. So, I’m feeling that vibe with The Pluto Moons’ Mannequin Legs. Honestly, without all the verbiage below describing the band or the Bandamp’s picture on picture on picture visuals, I imagined just a pair of pantied Mannequin Legs dancing to everything and at the right speed: all entertainment. Controlled and within themselves. Completely conscious of their variety in step and sequence. Right down to the toe, actually. Tipping them legs, shaping the foot arches up to the curves of their calves, and so on. More-so, as if The Pluto Moons were watching these legs lead them in song and groove.

So, here is The Pluto Moons being daring: taking structure and genre and sound, cutting it at the waist, and dancing tracks out with their own patience and humor. Maybe at times a little too far away from where they are trying to take the listener, but sustained by sonic and melodic intrigue. The mystery of “Why?” however is maybe most tossed off. I get that there is mystery here and enjoy their ability to switch up their sound while remaining consistent in pop focused on skill. Shit, it’s even daring in lyrics with the song “BlkPPLSellingWhtPPL#Food,” leaving listeners a little curious of musician intention, but playfully. Yet, I don’t want to know “Why?” As much as I want to, it’s hard for me to pinpoint “Why do I want to know more about this album?” My final conclusion: Listen to Mannequin Legs by The Pluto Moons a dozen more times today for answers. It’ll be a fucking PARTY!! Also, CDs are available through their Bandcamp, which were exclusively sold on tour before. Get ‘em while they’re burning!

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Douglas Dare


Douglas Dare, London-based singer-songwriter, will be releasing his new EP Seven Hours on one of my most favorite record labels, Erased Tapes. It really is a genuine pleasure to help introduce Douglas Dare to a broader, TMT-friendly audience. I’m always nervous about introducing you all to a new (to us) artist, but I really do trust you all will behave appropriately around him. (I know I should know better, but maybe this time will be different?) I’m counting on you being nice to the guy. Make him feel at home, you know? He’s quite good at what he does! And spare him the awkward glances, please, C Monster. Please! And, please, no random Foucault references dropped in conversations, Birkut. (Baby photos are okay, though! Cat photos too, Paul!)

But I’m serious. I have my eye on all of you. Especially you, Ze Pequeno. Especially.

Sigh. Please do that outside, Riboflaven.

Anyway. Yes! It is my pleasure to introduce you all to Douglas Dare and the lovely track from his forthcoming EP, “Lungful.” Enjoy!


Shut up, Ben! Ugh.

Do you see what I have to deal with here?

Okay! Now enjoy!

Douglas Dare’s Seven Hours EP is out September 30 on Erased Tapes.

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• Erased Tapes:



Sometimes, unprovoked one-off SoundCloud uploads can feel like browsing the unmarked cassette tapes at a thrift store. No context. No date. No sleeve. When familiarity isn’t taken into consideration, the result can be anything you can imagine. The clips from a needle running around the inside groove of a 45 can turn into a rhythm. The squeal of car brakes can become a subtle melody. A single breath looped and repurposed can draw the entire song space. I’m not saying any of these things are making up the sounds you hear on “Pe5.” I’m saying, “Who knows?” And it isn’t it wonderful that “no one” is the answer?

Listen to “Pe5” below. Maybe it’ll end up on an unmarked tape at the bottom of that cardboard box marked “kitchen” in the back corner of the thrift store, and an entire new generation will be able to discern its noises for themselves.

• Ahnnu:

Yong Yong

“SOCHA (Lord Prince Edit)”

Yong Yong don’t need no pissing cherubs!
We flail statues from our crumbling surroundings. This is backwards archaeology, yo!

Yong Yong don’t need no Edward Snowden!
We fill the world with endless, flickering footage, and let them work out the focal point!

Yong Yong don’t need no exclamation points         !
We massage subtle UK Garage snare clips ‘till they purr!

We like, “YO. WALL E, stop your moaning. You don’t need no robot girlfriend to dance to this shit.”

• Yong Yong:

Max Tundra

With Love to Mummy

Max Tundra,

It’s been too long! I’ve been getting quite nostalgic about the summer of 2010 when I discovered your music for the first time and forced Mastered By Guy At The Exchange on every person that rode in my car. “It’s too weird and glitchy,” some of my friends would say, but that’s why I love you, Mr. Tundra. Your music manages to satisfy my love for noisy electronics, shifting song structures, beatzzz, and interesting harmony all in one unidentifiable genre! However, despite your unbelievable awesomeness at wielding disparate elements into a singular style, your discography is just too small, and while I of course appreciate the emphasis on quality over quantity, there’s just nothing that satisfies my desire for fucked-up electronic pop quite like your work.

This is exactly why I was stoked to see you released a full-length album’s worth of unreleased material on your Bandcamp last week! These late-90s recordings don’t have the “weird chords or time signatures” that are some of my favorite features of your later work, but all these tunes are pretty rad nonetheless. It’s really interesting how these works developed into your later style, and some of these tracks (particularly “Stringscape”) sound a lot like the work that like-minded dudes like Caribou have been doing in the past few years, illustrating that your music’s always been a bit ahead of its time. Even though, With Love to Mummy isn’t quite as distinctive as your later albums, there are many moments that are pretty undeniably Tundra, like the syncopated breakdown on “Bracken Beach” for example, so this ought to be enough to tide me over until a new album of your glitched-out pop bliss arrives.

– m rubz

Listen to the With Love to Mummy stream in its entirety via Bandcamp below:

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Chocolate Grinder Mix 88

Guazey Strypps

So I was on YouTube watching Eric Wareheim’s Beach House video and saw a comment that gave me pause. With the video’s horse-head masks, Ray Wise lip-syncing, and retro-futurized jai alai players, commenter Boxboymike was prompted to write: “I’ve never taken any recreational drugs so I feel a little left out watching this.” This reminded me of all the times I’ve heard sketch comedy performers and writers recount how many times people have suggested they were high when they were creating.

While I can’t speak for Wareheim, this mix was made without drugs, and the woozy music compiled herein is meant to be inclusive. Disorientation, like absurdity, is a prevalent aspect of life, whether you’re recreationally high or not. These are songs that disorient and lull in equal measure. They aren’t necessarily druggy, but they are intoxicating. They call to cool breezy autumn nights and lovesickness and the euphoria of being overwhelmed and somehow riding that out to a strange, destroyed sort of placidity. In other words, Boxboymike, stop feeling left out and hop on that Tilt-a-Whirl already. Drugs are expensive and detrimental to your health anyway.

Stream below, and subscribe to our podcast here.

[00:00] Pan*American - “The Cloud Room”
[04:10] Soft Location - “Tempted”
[07:00] J Mascis - “Fade Into You”
[11:18] Implodes - “Scattered In The Wind”
[16:31] Colleen - “Breaking Up the Earth”
[20:09] Merchandise - “Anxiety’s Door”
[26:43] suā - “Welcome”
[31:33] Medicine - “It’s Not Enough”
[34:51] Diamond Terrifier - “The Subtle Body Wears A Shadow” [excerpt]


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