In the most avant-garde filbook-style video collage, Miko Revereza presents Dak in black and white. Seize your gaze upon imagery, both wingding and stock, for a colorful array of beats and sensory overload. Take it to the next level. Show this to someone 10 years older than you, and watch ‘em smack around your monitor for a clearer image. Nahhhh, I’m just being ageist; that’s not real. Maybe. But Matthew McQueen is reely providing vibes over at Leaving Records, and y’all are keeping up. Gotta wade through all these other micro-genres and digital label entities to keep up with all the Dak post-hip-hop love, but the reward is all in your ears. Thank goodness someone like Miko is around bringing that reward straight to your cortex (opposed to just your eyes/vision). Hi!
Dink / Tuamie
Sampling technology has drastically changed since samplers hit the market in the early 80s. Apparently, no one informed all these damn kids these days recording their beat-tapes to actual tape. I heard you used to have to manually sequence together eight or nine samples in order to make a four-beat loop, because the sampling times of each button were so miniscule. Nowadays, you could record eight or nine minutes to one button, press play, and forget the sampler is even there. So, why all the cuts? It’s like watching a 35mm film with every other frame removed. Each little drum hit is held out just long enough to catch your attention before the sampled reverberation comes to a sudden halt, and the next drum hit sample is started. I can’t keep up. This is how I felt counting the number of camera cutaways when I watched the one episode of Glee that I’ve seen.
But once you learn to bob your head to the glitch rather than the groove, it starts to sound surprisingly smooth. Take this Dink/Tuamie Split Tape on New York’s Dirty Tapes. It looks like a ransom note, but reads like a James Joyce novel. Pure poetry.
Give it the once- (or twice-) over below, and buy the tape over at Dirty Tapes.
• Dirty Tapes: http://dirtytapes.bandcamp.com
Colin L. Orchestra with Guardian Alien
“Searching For God”
If you were “Searching For God” on this year’s Clandestine Cassette Series from Northern Spy, search no further. “Searching For God” has happened and was captured during the Northern Spy Festival this past summer. Also, if you haven’t heard enough from Guardian Alien this year, here is some more, only this time with Colin L. Orchestra, who’s jammed before via Northern Spy real country-loving style. It’s nice to see these two groups meet up within a musical aura: a harmony of chords blending with singular notes, nonstop steady walking drums, and earnest offerings of human developed voice-boxing. Best part is that it’s a perfect dying jam at the end of the summer. Scope out Northern Spy ASAP for your cassette.
Pulse Emitter, the project of Portland-based Daryl Groetsch, has just released a new track, “Bioluminescence,” which will be one of two Pulse Emitter tracks on a four-way split 2xLP released by Immune Recordings. It’s a fitting title too, for both this track and Groetsch’s recent work. Pulse Emitter creates synthesized music that is vibrantly cosmic and totally spaced-out, but it always maintains an earthly, organic quality. The biological phenomenon of bioluminescence is sort of the same: something that seems so imaginary and alien, but resides right here on Earth among the rest of us. Like fireflies on a hot summer’s day or glowing jellyfish gracefully bobbing along the ocean depths, “Bioluminescnce” will transcend your earthbound brain to fantastic new space-age visions.
After years of tearing up the dance floors of all those warehouse clubs in the Southeastern part of the city, Portland’s ONUINU has finally found his next-level disco beats a home in the form of a proper debut full-length, Mirror Grazer, on Bladen County. Check out the video for lead single “Happy Home” above, featuring ONUINU’s Dorian Duvall slamming hard-boiled eggs and performing a strange tin foil-based science experiment from some flux-capacitor type scribblings surely discovered in some dusty old tome in his grandfather’s attic.
Chase N. Cash
New Orleans native Chase N. Cashe took to Twitter to premiere this previously unheard track, “Poker Faces.” No Lady Gaga samples here, just some old-school big band mixed with dancehall foghorns, because why not? Lyrically, the track isn’t too complex — your standard host of poker-inspired metaphors — but Cashe’s almost conversational flow is the perfect complement to this unexpectedly laid-back jam. Even as a key member of Surf Club — the modest but consistently strong California collective that includes “Niggas in Paris” producer Hit-Boy — Cashe still hasn’t gotten the recognition he deserves. But if he keeps putting out great tracks on social media, the Waviest dude in rap just might catch the big one.