And your feet hurt from jumping so much to too-cute beats blaring, and everyone at the party is spilling their drinks, so be careful not to slip. You look over on the window sill and naked body shots are being taken off your now ex-girlfriend. The Everclear, fruit, and anti-freeze cocktail is searing everyone from the inside, but the crowd keeps popping, and smiles and smiles. Someone laughs cocktail on your button up, so you take it off and use it to pull them closer to dance. We Shave’s “HooDoo” repeat melody bumps on, and the toxic androgyny you’re dancing with blends away again into the crowd. The stain on your shirt looks fashionably intentional as you button it back up. Three or four steps on the stairway have broken through, or are just gone, but you make it up, sweating anti-freeze upon reaching for the top step. No bathroom line because people have been using the backyard, and you enter, baring witness to the nastiest food-driven orgy ever. But you shit and walk around it, head to the door, and the knob comes off in your hand. You feel like “HooDoo” has been played again, or the DJ got lazy and left on the new We Shave Cuts EP for a full Side A play-through. Someone in the pile of flesh one the floor/bathtub hands you a cocktail, you throne yourself, and use your phone to look up more details about Cuts on the Sangre Libre website.
Believe You Me [album stream]
You know those nature films that Disney began releasing a few years ago? There was Earth. And Oceans. And one called Dinosaur less recently. I would watch those films muted and listen to records in place of the soundtrack. It’s not that I didn’t like the film’s music. In fact, they’ve shaped a number of childhoods (mine somewhat included) with their musicals. I even liked all those cheesy Phil Collins songs in Tarzan.
Believe You Me, the new album from OMBRE (collaboration between Asthmatic Kitty labelmates Julianna Barwick and Helado Negro), could be the soundtrack to that as-of-yet-unplanned (as far as I know) Disney’s Outer Space. The slow moving ambience, light ripples of instrumentation, and Barwick’s celestial voice would perfectly soundtrack a CG camera slowly moving through star clusters, orbiting planets and moons, and scanning the stormy surfaces of the uninhabited (?) planets of our solar system. I can imagine the IMAX experience now.
Listen to Believe You Me below and buy the record over at Asthmatic Kitty.
DJ Spinn / DJ Rashad
“She Turnt Up”
TMT’s been keeping tabs on DJ Spinn and DJ Rashad ever since the two MPC-totin’ stoners met in homeroom at South Holland, IL’s Thorwnwood High School (Check it out! I can do research!). Their latest track, “She Turnt Up,” continues to see these mainstay Tekz changing up their sound to suit the context — in this case, not only for the circle, but also for DJ Spinn’s forthcoming EP, TEKLIFE Vol. 2: What You Need. It’s a classic collaboration à la “We Trippy Mane,” with Spinn foregrounding the vocal clips and Rashad presumably holding things down with the dark, moody chords that typify the Ghetto Tekz’ sound of late. But it’s also got plenty of ghetto house flavor for the old schoolers, particularly with the line “She off the molly smoking reggie sipping orange juice/ She buss it open for the bros that hoe be getting loose.” Check it:
With already four tracks released to the public, boasting collaborations with Rashad, DJ Manny, DJ Gant-Man, and Traxman, and sampling the likes of Kanye West and Beyoncé, it’s probably safe to expect DJ Spinn’s TEKLIFE Vol. 2: What You Need to be both future-forward and respectful of house music’s forebears. Look for it in September via Lit City Trax.
Chocolate Grinder Mix 56
How does a musician create soul on an entirely digital platform? Maybe manipulate female vocals to such a twitchy or distorted point that it begins to rub off as some sort of virtual emotion. Maybe that’s my focus here. Maybe the future is losing concept of reality, gaining more of a virtual audience. Imagine the arms of statue Venus de Milo. In what cavernous underground tomb does that rubble lie? Think of all the matriarchies left to burn because of the plight of violence over voice. What does birth look like as the baby? You don’t remember being there at life. Think about a body shutting down a rape pregnancy. All the “shh” you mimicked and implied to her. Trying to say anything about [it] only suggests the presence of a topic that maybe or may not need to exist. The devil is in the details. Even subjecting a listener to a mix makes me a monster. Maybe. Repeat yourself, I didn’t want to hear what you’re about to say.
Stream below, and subscribe to our podcast here.
[00:00] Onra - “Opium Delirium”
[01:25] Azealia Banks - “FANTASEA”
[04:01] Jam City - “Her”
[06:29] TNGHT - “Higher Ground”
[09:31] Slava - “I’ve Got Feelings Too”
[11:45] Evian Christ - “Horses in Motor”
[15:06] Ital - “Doesn’t Matter (If You Love Him)”
[20:51] Mediafired - “Pixies”
[22:44] Mark Van Hoen - “Holy Me”
[24:30] Brogan Bentley - “Ask When I’m Night”
“Only In My Dreams”
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti, who made #7 on LA Weekly’s linkbait list of “The 20 Worst Hipster Bands” (find your own link if you need to see it), has just released a new video for single “Only In My Dreams.” According to director Travis Peterson, “Some people dream in black and white, some in color, and some people dream only in sound. Ariel Pink dreams in VHS.” Check out the video above, starring Ariel Pink himself… in pink!
Mature Themes is out now on 4AD.
Whenever one of Bernardino Femminielli’s songs comes on, the lamp next to my desk turns off. Lights built into the floor that I didn’t know were there softly flicker to life and beam up into my brow. I lift my eyes curiously and turn around… and he’s there. In all his bearded, white tuxedo’d glory. Mic in hand, cable wrapped sleazily around his wrist as he sways slowly toward me. “O Sodoma,” he coos. And closer still, and closer yet, and he whispers into my ear…
…and it’s a little weird. But it doesn’t matter, because I want him. It’s bad. I want him bad, and it’s bad. And it’s because this music is so bad. So sexy bad. Bad bad. Good bad. Great bad. Bad good, you know, the best bad in the worst way, and I fall for it, and you sure as hell will too.
And then the sax solo. That’s done by a guy named Renaud Seguin. I want him too, almost as bad.
“O Sodoma” will appear on a forthcoming 7-inch from Japanese label MIND Records, although I can’t seem to find a website for them anywhere. Watch for it anyway.
• Femminielli: http://soundcloud.com/femminielli