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.
Only weeks after dropping his new solo LP,G is for Deep on Anticon, Doseone is allowing TMT an exclusive first look at his self-directed clip for “Thy Pattern.” It’s reminiscent of a grade-school diorama — the kind made with Model Magic, construction paper, and ample imagination. This musical presentation focuses not on the life cycle of the American Toad, but instead on the plights of a lost astronaut and his trippy transformation against a stark backdrop of static and fuzz. Mixed in between subliminal logo shots and some cartoon schools is what appears to be a high-strung game of M.A.S.H. that grows increasingly frenetic as the song skitters toward its paranoid climax. The rapper does a great job of transforming childhood nostalgia into a sort of fever dream, in which the TV sucks out your soul and nothing is what it seems.
Check out the video here:
G is for Deep LP is out now on Anticon. For more on Doseone, read our recent interview with him here.
Echoes in the Wonderland [album stream]
On their Bandcamp page, Uton suggest, “For a stronger effect, listen near midnight in a dark room (or with minimal light). Do not let anything else disturb you.” It’s like that weird point at the beginning of Eraserhead when you are asked to lower the brightness of your television set for maximum effect. It makes you wonder what you are getting into.
There is ambient music that puts you to sleep, and then there is ambient music that sits you upright, wide-eyed, scared of everything in your room, and convinced that an abnormally tall, slender man with no face is going to suddenly appear in your window if you make the mistake of blinking. As suggested by the dichotomy between “echoes” and “wonderland” in the album title, this one pretty much covers that entire spectrum. With no real rhythm to ground the listener and establish familiarity, the various noises and strange vocal loops start and stop at random, leaving you in a strange world of displacement. Don’t go swimming. Don’t open the door. And for god’s sake, don’t walk in the woods by yourself.
“Wife All Day”
Dust zones are way weird. Like, it’s afterlife, omniscience, energy, matter, grey, etc. Technically, I’m you as you are history and as history is repetition. We shed and continue to shed dust, and maybe people subconsciously find a lasting appeal breathing in someone else for years. And I ain’t talking about when she crop-dusts across the room while telling you, “Women don’t fart.” It’s being a part all day without being around ever. Maybe just in the morning. So, I think I get Tigerbitch’s “Wife All Day.” I mean, aside from a partner, how about the Animal Collective/Deerhunter vibe you get with this track? Maybe dust is more musically influential than we think. Transferal of influence, maybe? Or hearing? I dunno, but keep on the lookout for Tigerbitches’ new [untitled] EP this summer. This dude droppin’ it deep.
• Tigerbitch: http://tigerbitch.bandcamp.com
“Super Bowl XXIX”
How did an instrument as deeply rooted in religion as the organ ever become a surf-rock staple? It’s huge, heavy, and nearly impossible to actually play on the beach. It was probably some kid who died in a surfing accident and his friends held the funeral “where, like, he would have wanted it to be, bro: on the beach” — and just like that, the connection was made. A new religion comprised of beach-bums as disciples, stoned conversations about life as the gospel, and some mix of worship-style harmonizing and instrumentation as the choir. Granted, most of this just takes place in garages and basements now instead of on the beach, but the idea is still nice. And I’ll be God(?)-damned if that classic surf-rock formula doesn’t still work today.
Check out Heavy Hawaii’s “Super Bowl XXIX,” off a three-track 7-inch on Art Fag.
DJ Rashad & DJ Spinn
“We Trippy Mane” / “Just Jam [ft. Gant-Man]”
OMG — I got this nasty television last year, and I’d love to see DJ Rashad & DJ Spinn’s new video on it. Oh, wait, don’t watch the TV? I-I-I-I-I-I-I guess I’ll just check-ck-ck-ck-ck this track out YouTube(s)-at-work-style. I love how this video is probably only five real minutes of footage. Seriously, much respect to the editor of this video. It’s arguably just as artistic as this music is edited. Mmm, and grimy little melodies get my feet fluttering, while stuttering doooods together in a room for too long WILL get grimy. That’s probz why the length of these shots are so short. But who knew minimalism was such a gigantic source of a good time? Rashad and Spinn do, duh. Instead of television-watching, they trippy, just jammin’, and enjoying [7:38]. And there’s nothing more artistic than a girl footworking good.
Check out Rashad’s new album TEKLIFE Vol. 1: Welcome to the Chi off Lit City. #ghost #ghost #ghost #ghost #ghost