Dean Blunt
“SON freestyle”

I remember watching “Felony” for the first time last year and nearly gasping out loud when Dean Blunt suddenly looked up and sang straight to the camera. It’s not like he was camera-shy before (at all), nor is eye contact in a music video unexpected (at all), but within the closely guarded smoke-and-mirrors world of Hype Williams it felt unprecedented, a new dimension of engagement that was plainly open but more inscrutable, intensely private art copy/pasted onto the raised public platform — an unexpectedly amorphous context, with less smoke but bigger mirrors.

Since then there have been quite a few direct encounters with Blunt, and today we get a new clip: “SON freestyle.” As C pointed out with the last one, “SON” is “flagrantly not freestyle-to-video,” though maybe it’s referring to a looser presentation of a finished (Black Metal) product? With “BLOW,” the whole track was definitely pitch-shift tweaked, calling the finality of the song into question even as it produced a bodily chill. This one is [1080 HD] clean and clear, the contents of Blunt’s pockets laid out on the table across from us, but who knows, maybe this one’s jacked too, a two-second loop of a larger song? Questions like these always immediately come to mind and then seem like inane defense mechanisms; to get at the richness of this stuff, you have to look past the potential for trolling and take what’s put in front of you, let it seesaw through the mind, something funny, sad, weird, and raw, still so confusing but in no small way potent.

• Dean Blunt: https://www.youtube.com/user/pollyjacobsen

Dean Blunt

“SON freestyle”

I remember watching “Felony” for the first time last year and nearly gasping out loud when Dean Blunt suddenly looked up and sang straight to the camera. It’s not like he was camera-shy before (at all), nor is eye contact in a music video unexpected (at all), but within the closely guarded smoke-and-mirrors world of Hype Williams it felt unprecedented, a new dimension of engagement that was plainly open but more inscrutable, intensely private art copy/pasted onto the raised public platform — an unexpectedly amorphous context, with less smoke but bigger mirrors.

Since then there have been quite a few direct encounters with Blunt, and today we get a new clip: “SON freestyle.” As C pointed out with the last one, “SON” is “flagrantly not freestyle-to-video,” though maybe it’s referring to a looser presentation of a finished (Black Metal) product? With “BLOW,” the whole track was definitely pitch-shift tweaked, calling the finality of the song into question even as it produced a bodily chill. This one is [1080 HD] clean and clear, the contents of Blunt’s pockets laid out on the table across from us, but who knows, maybe this one’s jacked too, a two-second loop of a larger song? Questions like these always immediately come to mind and then seem like inane defense mechanisms; to get at the richness of this stuff, you have to look past the potential for trolling and take what’s put in front of you, let it seesaw through the mind, something funny, sad, weird, and raw, still so confusing but in no small way potent.

• Dean Blunt: https://www.youtube.com/user/pollyjacobsen

Orlando Scarpa Neto

Se fôssemos hipopótamos, com certeza fugiríamos

Pensive is the person who transforms from man to hipopótamos. Awaiting the mutation to blend into the skin. Accessing a trunk no longer than their body’s torso. Fist and feet curling and melting into giant palms. Tusks jutting from boogers left unpicked. A tail ripping from the spine’s base. Cartilage popping, stretching, and growing into winged ears. Trampling all life was never this easy before.

In comparison, Se fôssemos hipopótamos, com certeza fugiríamos by Orlando Scarpa Neto (dear bro of Paulo) is similar to his last output, Imprevisibilidade do Pulso in terms of patient transformation. Typically starting out with a slow breath, swirling sounds become the meat of every single track this man shits out, and it makes me anxious. Totally in a good way. Like, mellow music for the action scene, you know? Something stirring continuously until fruition is the climax for the rest of the track.

If I were a hippo, I would flee in any way possible, and as I stomped out every bush, tree, and animal in my way, Se fôssemos hipopótamos, com certeza fugiríamos by Orlando Scarpa Neto would be blaring at max levels, as the fellah would be standing atop my back with a slew of pedals, an amplifier bigger than two of him, and an axe that rips down a forest as good as my new found animal strength. Listen below, won’t you?

• Orlando Scarpa Neto: http://orlandoscarpa.bandcamp.com

Cadu Tenório

“Fragmentos”

Received this video at random, and it’s so far in my alley, it’s pumping whispers full of “Fragmentos” throughout my core. Cadu Tenório really did to me. I feel empty with emotion and full of emptiness. It’s like reverting myself into a whole lot of nothing. Or turning inside-out and completely disappearing.

What’s cooler, is the video sort of reflects this same meaning: everything is really nothing. As I was trying to take a screen capture for this post, I couldn’t just hit the key on a stagnant enough image without it looking like a blur of color. Thus, it’s introspective of itself, as “Fragmentos” all runs together, and it’s Cadu Tenório to try and put it together, and lightly, through musical terms.

Not to leave it out either, but Cadu Tenório’s newest tape Vozes, and you can snag it now here while listening to the reel stream below, as it takes a minute to ship, y’all:

• Cadu Tenório: http://victimnoise.bandcamp.com
• Sinewave: http://sinewave.com.br

Kostis Kilymis

Komhths [excerpts]

Moving on is standing right behind you. Even in pure silence, there is a hum, and Kostis Kilymis has found, improved and explored with, and recorded as Komhths. In the [excerpts] below, Kostis Kilymis goes to the core-root of hearing, and impairs any notion that silence stifles noise. It’s untrue. The pure drone of a single sonic sounds off more than your lips blowing a whistle, yet maybe that’s how Kostis Kilymis got to this point. Maybe the fellah began whistling while alone, far away from everything, in a place where silence is an overwhelming throb on your ear drums. There, he sat and mulled over exactly what is silence, and how can sound interact WITH it, rather than around it, and Komhths is his complete findings.

Hideous Replica released Kostis Kilymis’ Komhths on cassette, and now it’s YOUR turn to experiment. Go to the quietest place you know. Find a spot to sit and think and play it after gripping it NOW!!

• Kostis Kilymis: http://www.kostiskilymis.com
• Hideous Replica: http://www.hideousreplica.co.uk

aaronmaxwell

transparent tracks

There’s the familiar stench of love throughout aaronmaxwell’s latest offering, transparent tracks. Streaks of spit and sour breath hold these songs together. Gripped skin and healthy exhaustion aren’t far behind either. But there’s also Kanye getting lo-fi’d to crushed glory, as well as Guru getting de-Premiered, which sounds like a bad idea, but of course Maxwell House makes it all good to the last drop (SORRY!). Pretty sure there’s a Lenny Dykstra shout out thrown in there, too. Damn. ‘Nuff said. Take a whiff.

• aaronmaxwell: http://aaronmaxwell.bandcamp.com

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