Chocolate Grinder Mix 103
The deeper you go, the darker it gets. The pressure squeezes you tighter and tighter. The blackness swallows you whole, and your remaining senses kick into overdrive. The deeper you go, the colder it gets. Your body becomes still, sinking further. Tiny organisms nibble at your frozen toes, monstrous shadows flicker in the direction you’re headed: down.
This mix features recently released tracks that only contain vocals that’ve been pitch-shifted down into the depths of a synthesized sea. Down-shifted vocals add a bold flavor to any song, pulling the human out of the voice and leaving a hollow sack of air pumping out tones that somehow can feel more earnest, more soulful than the singer’s true voice. Dive in and begin to sink deeper and deeper. You’ll find glowing, colorful creatures alongside gigantic gray beasts gliding through the darkness. You’ll feel the currents gently pull you side to side as you continue to move downward, until you reach the soft, sandy seafloor, where you’ll just have to push yourself back up and swim to the surface in order to dive right back in again.
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[00:00] New Dreams Ltd. - “Dedication”
[02:25] Controbuz - “FEELIN SLOW OFF DAT LEAN WOO”
[03:55] astral city - “bitch im lugubrious”
[04:45] VHSテープリワインダー - “earth.fm”
[06:13] SAINT PEPSI - “D R A M I D A”
[07:08] ESPRIT 空想 - “4”
[07:58] Ahnnu - “Monica Swept”
[10:06] 骨架的 - “Feel”
[11:36] 회사AUTO - “DQ.mæluq [Carær]”
[13:25] Rimar - “All We Have”
[14:38] Spring Water 泉 - “Monshou デジタル DIGI≒ⓣⓔⓒⓗ”
[16:58] MIMICS - “Bad Gateway”
[18:29] Gunge - “Ur-Ma-Lady-BB / Never Enough”
Sucking eggs surrounding the meaning of “art” is a solid yoke to swallow. There’s art that’s made for the masses. There’s art that’s intended to debunk. There’s art that tries too. Here, The Trying (a.k.a. Chris Kaetzel) blends a plethora of genres that gain access to minds thinking within the mixture of art. There’s that post-Bad Brains roughness, post-Goldie beats, and post-Finger Eleven swooning.
Gaining access to things beyond what is presented to the general public – the grocery store radio or television commercials or your fucking Pandora – The Trying shoots for music that is both digestible and sporadic. At once, Self Titled sounds random, but completely fluid in intent. And it’s pulsating too. As his girlfriend (my soon-to-be sister-in-law) also mentions that there’s an adventurous aspect in the music, as well. More-so in a videogame soundtrack way. A way TMT readers are used to, but on exactly that. Though it’s commendable, The Trying continues to strive for progression of sound by straying from the a-typical, while using some a-typical sounds. And without attachment to a scene or daily/weekly music community in person, thriving off personal exposure and interest in Self Titled is something of The Trying’s art cocktails together in a furious way. Stream below and find out for yourself:
• The Trying: http://thetrying.bandcamp.com
“Shit Hit The Fan”
Fuck it. It’s Friday. I’m losing steam this week. All good, though. Gripped that young Islaja video. It ain’t “Partition,” but I can dig the mellow-ish moods. Fell asleep around 2AM last night. Kicked the dog until she got outta the bed. To be honest, never did the “Shit Hit The Fan,” yet I’m really feeling the groove here on this Islaja jam right now in reflection. And minus the fangs and strawberries, this new video looks like the cover art for Thee Oh Sees’ album last year. Mayyyyyyyyybe. Holy FUCK, Mr. P added a ton of content to this post I’m just furiously deleting. Kmmy got a fresh-ass mix for us later today too!
Islaja’s “Shit Hit The Fan” is on her new album S U U, which is being released physically on Monika Enterprise. Scope the video up top and grip the new album now! DO IT. Ok?
Naïve Misanthropy is a broken and worn down narrative of the human condition. It begs the listener to evaluate their position in society and come to terms with their irritation of its subsequent institutions. Each track displays its own place in this narrative. Littered with lush melodies and off-kilter rhythms this release will inevitably toy with the listener’s concept of Misanthropy as they helplessly descend into the dance floor’s captivating haze.
Consider this: who is the naïve misanthropist in this musical exchange? The consumer, seeing her/himself reflected in the “narrative of the human condition?” Or the artist drawing the narrative using lines of melodies and ink blots of rhythm?
LBNHRX, the moniker for the Brussels producer Binamer Lebienheureux, is another perfect fit in the thus far short list of the BLNKSTRS catalog. Each of the releases’ three tracks, “Their Judgements,” “Their Goals,” and “Their Rules” seem to be launching a barrage of filtered dance-music staples at clear targets, before the repetition in the missed beats and non-linear melodic structures create such a “haze” of “Judgements” that any clear meaning is lost in trying to decipher who the original target was. Which “subsequent institutions?” Who is the “they” in “Their?” The question of the origins of naivety is brought to the forefront. Are those who never stepped into the haze at all at fault to the same degree as the ones who are unable to decipher any meaning from the middle of the entire mess? Or is it that we are all the misanthropists, hidden in the obscurity of these questions?
Dance music for the head more-so than for the feet, Naïve Misanthropy is a practice in the artistic value of a genre too often considered solely for its rhythmic inspiration. And LBNHRX and the rest of the BLNKSTRS collective might just be close to the achieving the oft-impossible ratio of one question answered for every question asked.
Get your head in the haze and figure something out. Naïve Misanthropy is available April 1 on cassette via the BLNKSTRS label.
For every upstart youth that cobbles together some tape decks and contact mics, adopts a grisly moniker (“Double Trilldo Gaggins”), and slouches into the underground noise circuit, there exists a slew of OG heads who have been there/done that for going-on-two-decades now. You might not see these champions’ names plastered in white block letters on a Red Bull flyer, but they’ve pounded out more solo, duo, trio, and collective releases than you have Snapchat contacts. They’ve moved beyond the likes of loop pedal jams, static synth meditations, and no-input mixer feedback, and have drifted idea by idea into the more rarefied echelons of noise/drone experimentation. They aren’t stopping any time soon. They’ve heard enough to know what still remains to be heard.
Steve Kenney shattered minds alongside Aaron Dilloway (in Galen, and in Isis & Werewolves) and Nate Young (in Demons) as a member of formative experimental projects in the 90s and 00s. His solo catalog features releases on such bastions of the underground as Andrew Coltrane’s Hermitage Tapes, Heath Moerland’s Fag Tapes, and Mike Haley’s 905 Tapes. Night Warning, his second solo tape on 905 Tapes, and first since the label’s recent tatted-up visual reincarnation, offers two fifteen minutes slabs of otherworldly synth murk cushioned in tape hiss. Side A smears a respectable four chord progression through filters and effects processes, yielding a hallucination of half-remembered tones that creeps into your psyche with each recursion. Side B shifts through a series of synth drifts and queasy atmospheres, and sinks into a suspended animation vibe not too far from SAW2 before rebuilding itself into a horror-score zombie crawl complete with a languorous drum machine.
Night Warning is available to order as part of 905 Tapes new batch, which also includes sure-to-destroy solo works by Witchbeam and Mr. Matthews of Telecult Powers.
• 905 Tapes: http://905store.blogspot.com
It makes sense that in the grand clusterfuckery that will come when we eventually reduce the world to infinitesimal pixelated scraps – via nuclear holocaust, hadron colliders, or just really astute deconstructive continental philosophy – the color palette will take on a dull amalgam. We’re not talking here about the bright flaming oranges, stunning aquamarines or vampish blood reds of your average disaster movie, nope, the end of the world will be brought to you in the damp TEALS, poo BROWNS and uncommittal GREYS we might associate with the Dulux Paint ‘Outdoor Fence’ range.
Polar Bear plunge a murky groove here, their hefty rhythm section occasionally careering off in a series of wacky effects. B Side to this single “Be Free Be Free” is even looser with the disorientating dubness, teetering happily near collapse, while Gerry Read tightens up the gears for a rusty, masterfully remix. Jacek Zmarz’s video thus captures the mood well, tactile yet cyborg, material bits and sounds colliding, transformed by the encounter.
“Be Free” is taken from the new Polar Bear album In Each And Every One, out Monday, March 24 on The Leaf Label.