Surprise, surprise: Danny Brown continues to make headlines. In anticipation for his new album OLD, the Detroit MC just dropped a video for a new track called “ODB.” Produced by Paul White (who was responsible for a few cuts off XXX, including a This Heat-sampling track), “ODB” is a relatively easygoing number from an album that’s said to feature his least and most accessible work, amped up as usual by Danny Brown’s characteristic, Muppet-y bite. Other producers on OLD include Rustie, A-Trak, and SKYWLKR, but is it wrong of me to hope for something by Nick Speed again too? The man produced this weird fucking jam, and my life has been better ever since.
OLD is out September 30 on Fool’s Gold, and in case you haven’t heard, it features guest spots by the likes of A$AP Rocky, Schoolboy Q, Freddie Gibbs, Purity Ring, and Charli XCX. STARS STARS STARS STARS STARS STARS.
Lock the doors, break out the candelabrum, build a small tower out of Kleenex boxes but position each box’s open paper-dispensing mouth to face outward so you can reach out from any angle and conveniently procure something soft with which to dry your tears: we have new music from Tim Hecker. Since Ravedeath 1972, 2011’s triumph in holy drone abstraction, Hecker cooked up a set of time-bending improv sessions with Daniel Lopatin on Instrumental Tourist, performed a ludicrous number of high-profile festival-type gigs, and cemented his position as an experimental heavyweight capable of crossing over into the broader public consciousness to zone out even the most casual of zoners. His new full-length LP, Virgins, arrives on October 14. If there’s any justice in this universe, cumulonimbi will appear on horizon while we’re extinguishing the candle in silence after our first full listen and then float overhead to unleash a deluge all over our faces and upper bodies right when we leave our homes so no one can tell we’ve all been weeping.
But hit play on “Virginal II” down below, and you’ll notice something that could surprise you: there’s a lot going on here. If Ravedeath cast Hecker as an isolated, eminently solo artist, poring over his computer and/or an Icelandic church organ in pursuit of a static-infused vision of Pärt’s tintinnabulation, “Virginal II” falls closer to the busy minimalism of Reich’s or Glass’s large-ensemble works. Hear percussive piano loops overlap, phase out of time, and pound their way through the haze as Hecker’s gloriously spatialized droning voices, woodwind overdubs, and low-end pads creep into the proceedings. By the time the stuttering synth leads take over near the four-minute mark, Hecker has filled his mix with an expansive palette of tones both acoustic and electronic, resulting in a piece closer in atmosphere and arrangement to previous efforts like An Imaginary Country, though significantly broader in scope.
A limited-edition vinyl press of Virgins will go up for pre-order soon (but when??) from Paper Bag Records, while Kranky will handle the wide release and distribution.
A few words to the wise: there are no kings, there is no city, and when it comes to this rap shit, Breeze Brewin just might be the greatest of all time. On the low though, he’s also a school teacher. Learn:
• Juggaknots: https://twitter.com/juggaknots
Mamiffer & Circle
Too often, “collaborations” are little more than different musicians each independently playing their obvious parts. The ego does not retreat; even as every voice gets their say, there is no conversation happening. It’s all a lot of yelling and trying to be heard. It’s a humbling thing then to hear different musicians make conversation seem so effortless and genuine, and to hear them strike such an elegant balance between distinction and disappearance.
I had the privilege of talking with Mamiffer and Locrian about this very thing last year. I didn’t learn much about the technicality of collaborations. I only learned that it takes particular personalities, that is, those fundamentally open to the very possibility of collaboration. The situation — the recording studio, the equipment, and even the talent — only determines so much. It really is, instead, a posture of openness, an “ethic of conversation,” that clears the way for making something truly effective, collaboratively.
What I then mean to say — with absolutely shameless, uncritical praise and admiration — is that it’s no surprise to me (at all) that Mamiffer and Circle were able to make this work, together. Below is only one stunning example of this extraordinary collaboration. And believe me when I say that you should look forward to hearing the others as well.
“Kaksonen 1” is from Enharmonic Intervals (for Paschen Organ), a collaborative album by Mamiffer & Circle, which will be released October 13 on SIGE Records.
When we got word earlier this month that Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland were, well, no longer associated with one another as a subordinate, subsidiary, or member, it was pretty clear that Dean would be ploughing along as usual, but Inga’s future felt less certain. She did release a fantastic mixtape already this year, but there’s been zero activity in the many months surrounding it, and anyway, what are you supposed to do when you can’t use the “cplnd” SoundCloud anymore?
You make a “copeland” YouTube channel, of course! Yep, Inga’s gone and filled in the missing vowels to pave the road to a brand-new track. “Fit” floats through the brain with light, chattering percussion and super-soft buried vocals, unlike her front-and-center presence on Higher Powers. And just as the track signs off, it returns in a little dessert bowl of dubby gelatin. Is this from a forthcoming EP? An album? Did Inga produce this? [Update: yes.] Did Scratcha DVA? [Update: no.] Is Inga still part-owner of World Music? [Update: no.] Does Inga own this on DVD/Blu-ray?
Fuck if I know.
• Inga Copeland: http://www.youtube.com/user/copeland657
Put your fist in your brain for this one. All the way in.
Your brain is a computer, and it needs to be rewired.
Open up your head with a pair of pliers.
Trust me. Put your fist in your brain for this one. Take a drag.
Pull out the wires. They’re all over the place now. You made a mess.
Put your fist in for this. Put your fist up for this. Trust me.
You’re going to want to film this.
This is CVLT45, for god’s sake. Everything you look at, from tonight on, will be filtered through a thousand GIFs of World Star Hip-Hop fights and twerking instructional videos, mixed with 10,000% grimy, chopped-and-screwed ghetto-blaster synth-flavored malt liquor. After a night of pounding 40’s in the trap and recording your ramblings into melodyne, this is the music that you wake up the next morning thinking you should delete immediately.
CVLT45, part of Memphis’s Spoiler Alert collective — a group of artists who are actively deconstructing and satirizing the notion of trap and electronic beats, and champions of glitchy, VHS-quality nihilism — have released an EP of brand new material. Ever wish the music you listen to was a little less gosh-darn friendly? These aren’t your dads 808s.
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