Chocolate Grinder Mix 76
Not as Deep: Just as Surface
Tell it as “It is.” Be real. Honestly? Y’all won’t like this mix. Butt ear, ear: ear it is…
- Lalić: reminds me of /please/’s .2. release from last year. Real post-bedroom/out-there linger collage stuff.
- Tape Loop Orchestra: will continue to steal breath from my body and beats from my heart. Soulless music for the soulless believer.
- Mike Cooper: makes my work-place neighbors think I’m listening to crickets all day. “I’d like his job.”
- Bangladesh: the mixtape is a fucking mixtape, but that broad scheming is LOL. Save it for the beach.
- L. Pierre: dropped my Thursday into a bowl of serenity. I am now haunted.
- Aki Onda: takes me to everywhere I used to be. He beholds the finest memory relapse.
- Mark Templeton: once ruined the way I listen to music. Now it’s though nothing’s changed.
- Unburied: is totally LOL metal at its MAX. Best enjoyed on the highway.
- Aaron Dilloway: continues to crush ass. Stop him before it’s too late for your ears.
- YYU: yelled during his set when the audio fucked up, and even though we were in a warehouse, it still felt unprofessional. Yet, I love his unprofessional style of music-making keeping its shit together.
- Félicia Atkinson: supports that post-Pocahaunted vibe. On a whim, I bought this without regret.
- Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement: can be expensive shit. But vastness has a tender spot in my mind (see: brain scar tissue).
- Abyssal: provides the most devastating listening experience this year. Kill…
- Tyler, The Creator: can suck my copyrighted DICK! I gets mine on YouTube.
- Grouper: is new to me, so hi!
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[00:00] Lalić - “Rise Up Mantra”
[00:06] Tape Loop Orchestra - “I Died When She Left Me”
[05:12] Mike Cooper - “Jalan Sam Heng”
[06:40] Bangladesh - “Ponzi Scheming 10” [syrup]
[07:13] L. Pierre - “Doctor Alucard”
[09:25] Aki Onda - “A Day of Pilgrimage”
[10:44] Mark Templeton - “A Distant Hum”
[12:54] Unburied - “Stalked, Fucked, and Buried” [end]
[13:18] Aaron Dilloway - “Siena 7”
[13:46] YYU - “mix 6”
[14:40] Félicia Atkinson - “Infant Vampire”
[16:42] Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement - “Poisonous Spirit Species”
[19:08] Abyssal - “Forebode” [syrup]
[19:14] Tyler the Creator - “Freestyles Acapella on Sway in the Morning”
[20:57] Grouper - “Vital”
Schoolboy Q’s third full-length LP, Oxymoron, hits shelves later this year, on the heels of the excellent Habits and Contradictions. The Los Angeles rapper — who was recently selected to be a member of XXL Magazine’s 2013 Freshman Class — has unveiled the first single, the Boi-1da-produced “Yay Yay.” While the title can be seen as a reflection fans’ excitement for new tunes, the topic is anything but mirthful – it’s a drug dealer’s manifesto; paranoid, prideful, and unmistakably candid. Schoolboy Q’s double-dutch rhymeplay is at the forefront here, along with his usual snarky charm. Even though the subject’s dark, there are still some lighthearted moments: “Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night/ But her old ass sixty something, so three hours late aiight,” raps Q, smiling: what Grandma doesn’t know won’t kill her.
Another day, another project of the sunn 0))) / Southern Lord extended family, another chance for me to dive blindly into the abyss and tumble down past the boiling fire pits and crags and super aggro crags to the stone lair where Attila Csihar keeps my heart in a jar of blackened formaldehyde. Many miles separate the all-star participants in Gravetemple — Stephen O’Malley [USA->Paris], Attila [Hungary], Oren Ambarchi, and Matt “Skitz” Sanders [Australia] — but the sessions we hear on Ambient/Ruin lose none of their power for having drifted across years and oceans and desktop audio workstations to our ears. What we get here is just what we’d expect from the musicians involved: churning acoustimatic field recordings, howls of torture, overdriven electronics, and the most chest-crushing hi-fi guitar drone on the market. If you think this all sounds a bit like Monoliths and Dimensions minus the horn and string arrangements (and Greg Anderson), you’re on to something: these neo-concrète doom-drone collages first emerged from the magma right around that time as a self-released demo CD-R in 2008.
Check out “II,” 17 minutes of sublime terror from Ambient/Ruin, below. Allow Csihar’s chants, Ambarchi’s motorized cymbals, and O’Malley’s classic 0)))-ing to pull you down to That Place — you’ll recognize it when you get there. And peep the cover art by the vbercvlt overlord himself, Justin Bartlett.
Grab the 2xLP from Ideologic Organ on April 29.
• Ideologic Organ: http://editionsmego.com/releases/ideologic-organ
Car fumes hazing red break lights bend as a draft pulls the emissions toward a hole in the road. Close to the border now, sweat and fear swell their minds and smuggling [BLANK] in from wherever to u.s. is both brilliant and daunting. Muck in the sewer changes consistency closer to the change, and CHANCE takes the IMAGE of confusion. Confusion: both within thyself and outer attire, covered in nothing worth mentioning (for your stomach’s sake), CHANCE and the P. Child crawl patiently through to freedom. Heavy paranoia seeps in through their pours; Mexico city has a huge crowd for this sorta music. Disguised in broken notes and thoughts, claps of what’s thought as noise turns into noise.
They seem to be an outfit for mythic musical pleasure, but become mules in underground [BLANK] trading and commerce. It’s clever, as they are always hard at work doing something. And meeting them in Brooklyn or Eagle Rock or Glasgow or Belgium becomes a guessing game of “Where am I?” Which is chill in a “Where am I?” sorta way. And in the same way people never pass through animate objects, CHANCE’s “TRIGGER*FINGER” creates a rouse in order to placate the thoughts of everyone/everything. Sonically, and specifically, CHANCE distorts your mind to something of repetition, dancing upon your thoughts of something layered and clicked in muck, but not of the slow-drip kind, more of that thick sustainable sludge that looks solid on the iris. Once you’ve drawn your entire focus to it, nothing else matters but the [BLANK] running through your system, all provided by the fellah who brings you REAL internal entertainment.
• CHANCE/IMAGE: http://chanceimag.es
“Haze.Boogie.Life” [live @ Unisex Earplug]
After Guardian Alien’s blistering set at Unisex Earplug — our unofficial SXSW party with Northern Spy — Mykki Blanco took the stage with DJ Open1one for easily one of the highlights of the showcase. It seemed to be a bit disconcerting for the audience at first, as making that switch from Guardian Alien’s hypnotically full-throttled minimalism to Mykki Blanco’s experimental hip-hop wasn’t particularly easy. But once Mykki got going, she ignited the crowd with an over-the-top, theatrical performance that had us all enraptured.
Check out Mykki Blanco’s performance of “Haze.Boogie.Life” below, one of the first tracks she performed at the show (and first track on her amazing Cosmic Angel: Illuminati Prince/ss mixtape). You can see the crowd, having just been transported into the heavens by Guardian Alien, now slowly being pulled down by one bad motherfucker.
Thanks once again to TERROREYES for capturing the performance.
• Mykki Blanco: http://www.mykkiblancoworld.com
Whenever I find a track particularly energetic or enjoyably brutal, I usually tell people something along the lines of “this shit is so good it makes me want to break things” or “I just want to run around punching people while listening to this.” I always thought I was alone with these thoughts, but Radio People’s video for “Night Club” makes me think otherwise. At first, Radio People (a.k.a. Sam Goldberg) might not seem like your typical “let’s fucking destroy everything” type of artist, but listen closely to the sparkling synth lines of 2011’s Hazel and it becomes obvious that there’s a constant pulsating energy beneath the dulcet cosmic tones of the music; it’s not necessarily overtly violent, but it’s there. Musically, “Night Club” picks up right where Hazel (Mexcian Summer) left off, but this surprisingly “metal” video visualizes the energy hidden beneath the track’s ethereal surface by showing a gnarly dude with one hell of a beard breaking a lot of shit and, uh, drinking steak juice.
Watch the video for “Night Club” here:
“Night Club” is the title track off Radio People’s forthcoming cassette, due next month on Treasure Records.