“Now There’s More Triangles”
Canada’s favorite “indie” beats specialist Chris Bridge, a.k.a. Virtual Flannel a.k.a. ᏉᎥᏒᏆuᎪᏞ fᏞᎪᏁᏁᎬᏞ, coming at you TODAY via digital shelf with his new Self Titled album on Noorden. The release includes 3D glasses, (3) 3D posters, 24 stickers “all in [a] really cool envelope,” and — oh, right: it’s in CD format. Hoping it’s a lot like this here “Now There’s More Triangles” track too. Love that combination of beats and 100% Silk-style runway synth sounds. Kind of like that Azealia Banks mixtape this year, only Chris brings that funk in a more hackk’d glitch sort of way. The man is a hard worker; he came out with two cassettes on his own this year, and from what I’ve heard, he’s “working” with Justin Kelly, who is planning on popping Virtual Flannel on his label WTR CLR sometime soon too.
In the meantime, snag a copy of his amazing piece of Self Titled and bump it until it skips. Then you got the Virtual Flannel footwork/juke remix!
So. After talking to NYKDLN (Scott Michael) on Facebook while driving in the most unexpected shit, I left a 20-page-long text message hate-rant on my phone about how New York fucked up and left me for dead, and how posting it on Facebook would mean just as NOTHING as all the other complaints on there. In light of that, I hated how perfect Post Radio fit my situation. If Michael had sent it to me while I was in the car, instead of before I left work, I’d have though he was patronizing my patience in the weather. But the release is just so desolate and confined in its subjection that it’s hard to deny NYKDLN as a FUTURE-MC-style noise radio warpism. And out from the past comes the newest form of, I dunno, post-drone?
Like, the idea that I’m sitting here and listening to a mesh of noise and static and somewhat nostalgic-sounding music makes it spectacular to zone out to. As if Michael made the perfect background music using background music. OH FUCK!!! This is a double tape? NASTY, Sunup Recordings. OMG: “Poison” is totally my morning jam, too. Umm, I’m starting to think Michael just beat me to the punch and recorded over the rest of his Diskette Romances tape and sent it into Sunup immediately. Or maybe he’s just directly exposing listeners to influences. I dunno. This release will definitely be reeled to death while still trying to figure out if Michael is James Joyce or Lil B.
Post Radio will be shipping out December 1 as a double cassette for $8 via Sunup Recordings. Hit it or quit it.
Dean Blunt meets James Ferraro
“Watch The Throne”
Just another Friday night waiting for another reason to write about either Dean Blunt or James Ferraro, and what do I get? A Blunt/Ferraro collaboration called “Watch The Throne”! The 18-minute performance, recorded live to an incredibly talkative audience November 3 at the Soho House in Beverly Hills (after Blunt’s puzzling “White Flight” performance at the OHWOW Gallery earlier that day), features Blunt on vocals/Fender Rhodes and Ferraro on grand piano. Yes, you read that right: rather than being some sort of odd meeting between Blunt’s gritty comatose aesthetic and Ferraro’s crisp HD visions, “Watch The Throne” is marked instead by impressionistic chords, spacious phrasings, and suspended rhythms. Blunt’s vocals are as disconnected as the mood, with both artists seemingly feeling their way through this pensive, meandering number.
It’s unclear whether “Watch the Throne” refers to the collaboration, this particular performance, or something else (like, say, a collaboration between Jay-Z and Kanye West?), but in any case, there is a “Watch the Throne” tour coming soon, and I’m going to be all over it. Check out the performance here:
Meanwhile, Hippos In Tanks released James Ferraro’s new album Sushi earlier this week and is set to release a remixed/remastered version of Blunt’s The Narcissist II mixtape on November 26. Life is good.
Chocolate Grinder Mix 66
Positive Vibrations for the End of the World
I can see sunlight breaking through all of the dead and dying branches in that tree. It hums a warm tune and falls down between the cracks in the concrete where footsteps skid and thump like broken drum beats.
“Outta the street kid!” the neighbor yells at me, as he skids his car, filled with his family, around me. “We don’t have time for your prancing around!” The car disappears around the corner into the long line of cars trying to get out of town.
I don’t understand why they’re trying to get out of here, I think to myself. I thought it was the entire world that was ending, not just our city.”
Looking up, I see that a large cloud has moved in. It has nearly covered up the entire sun. Only two solitary beams of light still shine through. I can’t tell if they reach the Earth or not.
Stream below, and subscribe to our podcast here.
[00:00] AyGeeTee - “As Dreaming Angels Do”
[01:18] MiNdToUcHbeaTs - “MoNSooN”
[02:31] Tough Fuzz - “For What It’s Worth”
[02:58] aaronmaxwell - “highschool crush”
[04:05] ahnnu - “canopoli”
[05:13] Constrobuz - “Black Dirt”
[06:08] Space Ghost - “Sneaky/Sensual”
[08:27] DJ DJ TANNER - “The Forest Holds Its Breathe”
[09:25] Obey City - “Ronin Strut”
[11:40] Olsen Twinns - “Weird Lives”
[14:04] MONTGOMERY WORD - “taco tuesday”
[14:29] Kuhn - “We’re Gonna Make It”
[18:20] RAJA - “Vapor Trails (Jeans Wilder Redux)”
[20:28] Magical Mistakes - “Supermoon Crashed featuring Mutual Benefit”
[24:32] Monster Rally - “Blame”
[26:47] MONTGOMERY WORD - “drty clothes”
[27:37] AyGeeTee - “Island”
Cosmic Angel: Illuminati Prince/ss [mixtape]
OH FUCK. Acid punk rapper Mykki Blanco has just dropped her debut mixtape, Cosmic Angel: Illuminati Prince/ss. Production by Brenmar, Gatekeeper, Gobby, Flosstradamus, Le1f, and more. Download it here (UNO NYC), here (DatPiff), or stream right here:
In other news, Blanco has just joined Death Grips’ US tour. OH FUCK.
• Mykki Blanco: http://www.mykkiblancoworld.com
Monopoly Child Star Searchers
“Aviary’s Black Satin Stargate”
Leave it all behind, and arrive at the glass temple of melt. At dusk, the fortress is worn from winds of the night before. As the day turns, the interior drumming attracts friends who come bearing conduction gifts to help support the evening ahead. Plumes drift out of various holes and entrances of the structure, signaling those beyond our stretches of imagination. And as ritual presents itself in art amongst the walls, floatation occurs on the rocks above and, slowly, fluid conduction encapsulates the exterior. Flying friends flee and “Aviary’s Black Satin Stargate” opens above, striking down blots of light and might. The finest sands harden to the consistency of glass, and through the shell, faces both like and unlike humans peer through. Gazes so deep that these attached visages seem almost unhindered by force of weather surrounding the area. Star searching is complete; the birds have signaled the dimensional pathway; and beyond has returned. Are we on our way home? November 16, you can find out through Underwater Peoples.