DREAMS 3D [album stream]
The mysterious entity known as INTERNET CLUB has been releasing a steady stream of screwed shopping mall jams, PowerPoint presentation pop, and elevator trap anthems for the past [insert period of time here]. Part of an emerging microscene variously called webwave, vaporwave, doswave, and eccojams — an outcropping that also includes artists like Laserdisc Visions and MEDIAFIRED — INTERNET CLUB takes sampling several steps further, into the realm of pure appropriation. Snatches of incidental music, library tunes, and other unidentifiable sources are extended, looped, and treated in a way that leaves their essential structure intact, extracting the weirdly hypnotic, meditative unconscious of even the most bland and disposable music. There’s an analogy here to the strategies of artists like Richard Prince and Sherrie Levine, but more on that later.
Right now, you can stream or download a brand new INTERNET CLUB joint entitled DREAMS 3D for free via Ailanthus Recordings. The album is one of several releases this year, with another called VANISHING VISION due next month. In the words of INTERNET CLUB: “留在我身边.”
Chocolate Grinder Mix 48
“Can I Get It In A Box?”
First time my pal Mickey listened to Lil B/The BasedGod, he told me he spit out his coffee at work. And I love it when P all dropping BasedWorld quotes on me midday random-style. Or trollin’ the way a young whodie should with br’ohs on the IntRAHnets. Yo, remember his 2xLP on Weird Forest? Now I’m getting “There are too many songs; I don’t know where to start.” So, maybe it’s the camaraderie I like. Maybe just because he’s folk. Neo-folk. #werrrrrrrrrrp
But I don’t believe in that shit. It comes down to the gravity of Lil B/The BasedGod. If one were to make a mix, sorting through all of Lil B’s/The BasedGod’s tracks, one could create their own character/theory/idea of who Lil B/The BasedGod represents to them. This mix is how Lil B/The BasedGod represents himself to me in 2012 (so far): a character built upon lies. It goes beyond lying to one’s self driving home or walking they’s dog; his constant self-doubt, belligerent machismo, and confused charm transform him into whatever he wants. Lil B/The BasedGod has found the end energy. This is pure. Complete and vast.
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[00:00] “Shooting Star” (Water Is D.m.g. Pt.1)
[02:50] “Lil B Speaks Out About Getting Sucker Punched And What Happened” (Blue Eyes)
[03:05] “When I Write” (Blue Eyes)
[07:11] “Whodie Whodie” (#1 Bitch)
[09:41] “Real Hip Hop 2012” (God’s Father)
[13:43] “BasedGod Fucked My Bitches” (White Flame)
[18:35] “Rare Lil B Age of Information UC Berkeley College Lecture About Lil B Topics and Music” (Blue Eyes)
[20:35] “I Aint Neva Won Remix” (The Basedprint 2)
[23:30] “Ski Mask Thuggin” (Trapped In Basedworld)
[25:49] “I’m Fabio” (White Flame)
[28:16] “Ima Eat Her Ass Based Freestyle” (#1 Bitch)
[33:05] “The BasedGods Layer” (God’s Father)
“In Waking Dreams”
Last week, Lisa McGee released her debut album, Forever Falling Toward the Sky, as Vestals. In contrast to her dense drone work in Higuma (with Evan Caminiti) and Portraits (a group ensemble that includes Caminiti and Jon Porras from Barn Owl, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, Gregg Kowalsky, Maxwell Croy, and many more), the album sees McGee adopting a fractured shoegaze-esque approach, in which her cavernous vocals, processed guitars, and the surrounding ambiance produce a sluggish backdrop to an aesthetic that keeps on trudging forward. “In Waking Dreams,” the album’s closing track, is a good example of this struggle: the core melodies continually promise liftoff, but the thick noise weigh the track down to a hover, ending with angelic harmonies just barely floating above distorted, wavering feedback. Check it out here:
Forever Falling Toward the Sky is out now on Root Strata. Caminiti’s new Dust Editions imprint will release Vestals’ follow-up, due sometime “in the distant future.”
Gas masks, electro-shock units, levitating girls — and we’ve just scraped the surface of Doomtree’s clip for “Beacon.” The video for the No Kings track is a steampunk-noir chiller, rife with grainy shutter-shots and aviator goggles. Dessa, the Minneapolis rap collective’s leading lady, does cool floating tricks dressed in Victorian attire, while steam billows around the rest of the group. A steampunk rap video sounds horrible in theory — can you imagine a monocle-wearing Waka Flocka rapping on a Zeppelin? — but Doomtree proves that sci-fi and hip-hop make surprisingly good artistic bedfellows.
• Doomtree: http://www.doomtree.net
TMT’s budget wouldn’t permit a plush red carpet for this premiere, so we’ll have to settle for the new album from Decimus to make its grand appearance with the burning pool of blood on the concrete that starts this video. When you’re turning on music linked from an email care of Digitalis Industries for the first time, you know you’re gonna need to prepare at least a little. When the email contains the following words, and I quote: “I’m not exaggerating when I say this might be the weirdest record we’ve ever put out on Digitalis,” you end up gripping the sides of your laptop a little tighter.
Decimus is the latest project from No-Neck Blues Band founding member Pat Maruno, a continuation of his “Decimus Magnus Ausonius” series, which finds him in the midst of mapping out 12 zodiac-aligned records, something he started in 2011. This, it would appear, is his 11th entry in the series, and it’s totally fucking crazy. Trudging its way through a sewer of audio, “11” burns with deep, dark emotions that growl and beat out with slow inertia. As the menacing violence creeps sluggishly along, Maruno constantly stays in pounce-mode, a sly and slight grin across his lips — potentially powerful, actually creepy as hell. Tremors tremble this whole thing, an earthquake lurking deep inside the mix and showing its ugly face whenever it damn well pleases, slicing up the thick slop of oozy bass tones with staccato blasts of incredibly loud silence. And I’ve just described maybe a minute or two of the 7+ you’ll find in this sample (not to mention the 35 more available on the LP, or that bone-chilling slo-mo swamp-thing vocal he does).
We must also note the work of video creator Jason Schuler, who gripped the downright filthy, grainy texture of Decimus and figured it into this completely weird and macabre scene that brings to mind the likes of Jan Švankmajer, casting dusky hues and shadow-framed figures in a reverse narrative. The sum sees “11” as a monster hellbent on grave-digging for grim, disgusting truths and coming up engorged, fully satisfied.
“11” begins the decimation at Boomkat starting today, worldwide in a week.
Action Bronson & Party Supplies
Action Bronson’s new clip for Blue Chips track “Steve Wynn” might just be the first bath salts-related music video, and if you’ve been following the news lately, you can probably guess how it’ll end. After dealing with the all-too-common problem of gym jerks, a scrawny fellow snorts some bath salts and transforms… into Action Bronson. He’s pumped up and pissed off, and needless to say, there’s some face chewing. Keep this one away from the kids, and remember: drugs are bad, even if they do transform you into master-chefs-cum-rappers.