Launch Pad #3 (MBV)
Happy My Bloody Valentine’s Day! The Talibam! boys (Matt Mottel, Kevin Shea) are back with the third installment of their Launch Pad series, in which they “explore new sound relationships in the digital world” and “paint and mold the music into a new species, blurring the lines between inconspicuous and conspicuous consumption/appropriation” by using recently released albums as a launching pad. First was Dirty Projectors’ Swing Lo Magellan, and then came Launch Pad #2, which saw Talibam! taking on Frank Ocean’s channel ORANGE.
When news of Launch Pad #3 came out just minutes ago, I thought for a moment about how long it took for Talibam! to make this music, and then how much longer it took them to make peace with it, to accept whatever imperfections they still heard. I considered how many days I had listened to Launch Pad #2, cherishing the vague notion of what Talibam! might be working on at that moment, wondering if I would ever hear it. How sad and wonderful, I thought, for a dream this dear and long-deferred to be realized. I savored my last moment alone with Launch Pad #2. Then I clicked play.
Mark So / Patrick Farmer
“sitting and listening” / “let’s grasp it, naked as it is… under a storm of stones”
I once saw Mark So give a surreal lecture about his music over a carefully placed tapestry of sounds provided by tape recorders spread throughout the room. Each tape recorder contained intermittent snippets of field recordings that were preceded and followed by silences, but given the lo-fi mid-80s answering-machine quality of the recorders that So was using, true silence was never really achieved. Instead, an interesting dichotomy occurred between the white noise of the tape hiss and the organic white noise of the environments that So recorded. So’s “sitting and listening” on his collaborative split with Patrick Farmer is seemingly a recorded version of this piece that subtly juxtaposes the noise of So’s equipment with the ambiance of various locations. The result is something that calls to mind the recent studies between found sound and silence seen in Graham Lambkin and Jason Lescalleet’s collaborations as well as Michael Pisaro’s recent work with Toshiya Tsunoda. Farmer’s side of the split (titled “let’s grasp it, naked as it is…”) is full of delightfully gurgling electronic-sounding underwater recordings that come across like a dirtied up Chris Watson. Farmer pairs these sounds with quiet ambient recordings that create a similar effect to the white noise of So’s side, yielding an interesting implicit dialogue about the different sonorities of various spaces/noise.
You can listen to excerpts of the album from Experimedia’s SoundCloud below. A limited number of tapes from Wind Measures’ website can be found here..
• Wind Measures: http://windsmeasurerecordings.net
I’m an impressionist, you’re dumb: a compilation of bass tracks
friendships entered the room. [1:22 AM]
tmtcrew entered the room.
squirrell_nuts entered the room.
*Type /help for a list of commands.
M I S H A: I’m an impressionist [1:23 AM]
Friend_ships: You’re dumb [1:23 AM]
JP∆rk: Ur a Drag [1:23 AM]
JP∆rk: Drop that B A A S S S S [1:23 AM]
Skinimin: word [1:23 AM]
M R P: 1am (slow release) is tiiiiiight [1:23 AM]
CliffOrd //M//: mmdammmmmnnn [1:24 AM]
RaRakin: represent [1:24 PM]
Friend_ships: who the hell is squirrel_nuts!? [1:24 AM]
• friendships: https://soundcloud.com/friendships
“Hamburger Touchdown” [NSFW]
Now this is an interesting piece of work/ass, Boron. Only in flashes can I actually watch this video at work, because it’s totally tits out. Totally, literally, digitally: tits out. But also, like, this is borderline unwatchable because of all that decay and digital smear. Again, literally unwatchable; this doesn’t involve taste. Yet it so cleverly matches the track “Hamburger Touchdown” through vaginal and sexual insinuation, and warped sounds of maybe musical intention stacked on musical intention stacked on a mess of electronic core vibrations.
It’s unsettling, but wonderfully so, and with the Google Stalker app running across the globe, it’s like I’m right there, in real life, watching this broad pixelate into a Picasso. Oh-oh, and our Choco papi Keith Kawaii slipped me this dic— VIDEO; he slipped me this VIDEO, yes, and I’m totally not hard at work because of it. Well, mostly I’m pitching a tent because of these noises, though a blocky nip slips into my vision occasionally and so I think it confuses my parts. Again-again, “Hamburger Touchdown” and it’s video encompasses some happily acceptable parts, making parts part in parties for… CHECK OUT: Boron’s new jam The Beige Album on Field Hymns immediately, or people will think your parts are slipping.
Bird Eat Snake // The Love Offering (My Intention Mix)
My first exposure to Elucid’s brand of audible mindrape came during the 4th Annual Yule Prog, where his all-out sonic assault of a set suffered from a few major technical difficulties (the kind of feedback that momentarily deafens you and leaves your ears ringing for days). Nevertheless, my interest was piqued enough that I soon downloaded his 2009 and 2010 albums, The Sub Bass Diet and Super Chocolate Black Simian. It was after listening to these when I began to really appreciate the MC’s gutteral intensity and forward-thinking beat selection.
Fast-forward to Yule Prog 5. Elucid has now teamed with fellow Brooklyn transplant and progressive hip-hop production wunderkind A.M. Breakups to form Cult Favorite. The duo’s show-stealing performance (especially impressive in light of the night’s heavy-hitting lineup) has me me on the low calling these guys the next Public Enemy, Breakups’ discordant yet anthemic beats serving as the ideal poster board for Elucid’s outraged calls to arms. They followed this performance up with The Kingdom Mix, almost 20 minutes of punch-you-in-your-shit insanity, and of course another knock-out performance at Yule Prog 6.
That said, one would be remiss to ignore Elucid’s latest contribution to the Brooklyn-raised prog-hop scene. This nearly one-hour continuous mix comes guaranteed to turn a fuckboy’s knuckles white. And while you’re enjoying these digi plants, look out for the group’s debut album, which, last I heard, is scheduled for a March 5 digital/vinyl release.
Live in the Boiler Room
Those of you who enjoyed Holly Herndon’s Movement (TMT Review) would be well-advised to check her recent live set for Boiler Room, now available to stream on Soundcloud and YouTube. This writer particularly enjoyed the sleepy-looking guy in the back of the YouTube clip who sneers behind Holly’s back throughout the first 15 minutes of granulated drone-drip before storming off to the bar when those high-tension old-school electrowave snares kick in.