“Just a Taste”
The combination of a mysterious rock band and Juiceboxxx’s ever reliable Thunderzone label is a match made in heaven. Through his work at the label and Thunderzone Radio, Juiceboxxx has proven himself a tastemaker of the finest rock, hip-hop, and everything in between. The video for “Just a Taste” consists musically of a repetitive riff and the singer belting out the titular phrase, while the visuals are lifted from some forgotten horror movie, as some punks are being pursued by a giant dog. If you’re familiar with Thunderzone you know that all of this is very tongue-in-cheek, but insanely fun, nevertheless. Cock Rock is coming soon, and be sure to keep getting “Just a Taste” until the LP drops.
• Thunderzone: http://enterthethunderzone.com
Weak Left Input
Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhho’s into getting lethargic this Friday? Feeling the pensive wake of this week’s heat wave? Or basking in the chilliness of some cold spell a that breezed past a few of y’all states? Personally, I’m just looking forward to when my heartburn subsides. Wait, wait a minute. No fucking way it worked!!!!!! Not only is James Fella rereleasing his 2009 CS Weak Left Input on vinyl via Gilgongo Records (CD available here), but thankfully, since he’s keeping this burning in production, he’s figured out the audible solution to agita!
The cover art is legit too, and appears unchanged since the original release. What I mean: the lines are definitely not parallel to the releases’ physical/edge/sides/corners, and the title listed jaggedly within these lines. Thus, providing a solid visualization to the sculpture James Fella has made in Weak Left Input. So scope Gilgongo Records October 1 and spin away all confines of space constriction and acid reflux. In the mean time, feel it digitally (streaming) below:
So nasty!! Fuck what you can hear. How does this music breathe with you? ‘Cause I feel like if there were music I needed to get my blood flowing while remaining in a pretty mellow mood, it’d be Anenon’s “Karma.” Especially when I’m at fashion gatherings – I mean shows in NYC/BK – I feel like I’d be set right at ease listening to Anenon live. Which is why I already pre-ordered me a copy of his newest LP Sagrada to blast out and echo across the NYC skyline. Should be appropriate, considering Anenon (a.k.a. Brian Allen Simon) owns the label Non Projects, and the LP’s release date is September 24, which is just in time for the perfect season in the city! People are hardly OUT. It’s chilly/brisk and nothing is sticking to you. Just bring around your portable LP suitcase and start spinning Sagrada as soon as you get it! If I hear you playing it, I’ll knock on your door and invite you for a vape or two!
Thirty meters beneath the surface and I’m starting to lose it. I watch my arms flail with the tide like they belong to a stranger. The decision to dive deeper or to come back up is easy. It’s nice down here. Why leave? I am not leaving.
Having mastered a strain of kinetic technoid synthesis equally fit for the party’s twilight hours and the slow walk home down the boulevard, Ricardo Donoso dons an oxygen mask and sinks into the murky water off the coast for the first full length LP under his Scuba Death moniker.
Forty meters down. I haven’t been drinking and I haven’t been smoking and I haven’t been modulating my consciousness at all on my own but the ocean takes care of all that. My gauges are so far away and the bottom is so far away. I am ready for everything.
Donoso’s Scuba Death compositions unfold as miniature narratives animated by creeping analog thuds, obscured synth pads, and overlapped percussion patterns. His wide mixes cohere across underwater field recording interludes and swathes of near silence, while each burst of rhythm jolts our senses back to life. When we’re not asphyxiating, our heads bob. When we’re not moving, the tank drains.
Fifty to seventy meters and I just don’t remember. There’s something I should be doing. I am here watching the bubbles escape from the valve. I’m hearing pulses. I’m at peace.
Stream Nitrogen Narcosis in full below, and follow the spiral down. Donoso’s senses of momentum and structural drama guide us through dips and surges of BPM as our perceptions narrow to a pinpoint in the darkness. When the epic “The Rapture of the Deep” hits, we feel it. The hi-fi bass swells and disfigured synth squiggles vie with the hi-hats for our final moments of attention before the fade. One potential option: hit play again, and spend another 35 minutes submerged.
Nitrogen Narcosis breaches on September 1 via Seattle’s finest zone merchants Further Records. You can preorder the LP now.
Eventually, darkness will consume us all. No matter how hollow your superficial shit deepens itself in a wallow of weeks-old wading milk (what; all for the sake of alliteration). Bath tubs filled with unimaginables. Casinos left empty. Funds applying to pieces that are of no consequence to future intent. Don’t matter how well you word it, if you’re calling yourself a D-List celebrity, you’ve already become a meta-ghost in a world of opinion that matters as much as, “Get outta the fucking way, I gotta get home and enjoy my life!” It’s chill. Let it all eat you alive.
Slowly, life always recollects itself, and I’ve always found solace in Dirty Beaches’ music and videos. Above is the Dirty Beaches a teaser video (shot by the beach dirtier himself, Alex Zhang Hungtai) from the upcoming instrumental album STATELESS “COMING SOON, FALL 2014” via Zoo Music Records. It’s been a minute since his FIRST fully legit INSTRUMENTAL album, which was a pink tape on Night People records, and totally dope and darker than any meta-self absorption you can muster up. Keep on the look out for that good-good..
Mind bent on permanent static. Flirting with the murky top, but drifting further and further away. Going out deep. No paralysis. Cloaked frames of chance, shining through darkness. Space and Time: earthly words for immaterial vastness. Other human, bawdy boasts of absolutes will be crushed under the thumb of Street Thunder’s sound. Pure sound. Taking you away. Beauty pokes it’s head out, as does ugliness. Overwhelmed by continuation. Growing older as you float. Clipped of youth at every second. Unconcerned.
Cassettes of Galaxies are still available. Reckno is to blame, and I’m pointing my happy little finger at them right now.
• Reckno: http://reckno.bandcamp.com