Stop listening to Magna Carta Holy Grail, everyone! It’s finally here: Kanye West has dropped the video for “Black Skinhead” — the second track off his new album Yeezus — and it features a beautiful CGI rendition of the humble little rapper. And guess what? HE’S SUPER FUCKING BUFF. Check out the
CGI abs new video here.
Update 1: The video we embedded earlier was an unfinished leak. Out of respect for Kanye’s ego, we’ve taken the video down and are waiting for the final version before posting.
Update 2: Check out the final version of the video right here: http://www.kanyewest.com
• Kanye West: http://www.kanyewest.com
Dead Leaves Crumble [album preview]
If the stereo wasn’t turned up so loud right now, you could hear me kinda chucklin’ at the idea of an “album preview” of Hakobune material. At this point, we know what to expect from Takahiro Yorifuji — it’s safe to assume that the upcoming Dead Leaves Crumble tape, despite its ominous title, will contain 32 minutes of pretty much exactly what this preview shows us: hauntingly lovely ambient guitar; the purest embodiment of the word “drift” I can think of. When the preview ends, I’m gonna go upstairs and grab some more Hakobune tapes so this drift session can keep on drifting — I’m not tryna stop now. I’ll also try to scope out an order link for this tape, which stellar Russian label Dronarivm is releasing in a tiny edition of 32. If I’m not one of these 32 lucky humans, there’s no telling what will happen. Or, no, Discogs will happen. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. One sec, lemme check.
No, no order link yet. “July 2013,” they say, and I say, “July when? Like, which day?”
SUMMER DEATH [EP]
Ohhh, readers. How shitty was going to work/school/responsibility this morning? I for real almost cried last night. More so, it was getting dark. Not like the dark in Mad Men season 6, but because it was nighttime. So I sat outside, looking for something to complement the feeling, and then came across Paisley Parks’ SUMMER DEATH EP. As if it was some type of shaman medicine, I went from sadness to shaking. I was jitter-buggin-OUT by the 23-second mark of “Loco Playa,” and the feeling didn’t stop. “Float On Da Hoes” had me laughing hard (didn’t throw up, but it was a good release). Once “Summer Death” began banging, I focused in on the flute and drifted in and out. “10minutes” was a nice and cocky reminder that I had only really been listening to SUMMER DEATH EP for that long by the end of the track, yet it felt like an hour. My girlfriend came out during “Motha Fuckin’ Dick” and told me it was too loud (@reefer). “I Don’t Know How to Luv Her” was way more Morse code to me than pondering something important, and that was zone-central. But “Windy Windy Wind” brought that gust of open air, leaving a whimsical vibe in my mind, as I went to sleep and thought, “Yeah, Monday ain’t too bad.”
Listen below to find out how to cure them dull-day blues with Paisley Parks’ SUMMER DEATH EP:
• Paisley Parks: http://ghost045.bandcamp.com
Tings & Savage
1080p, a new cassette label by Richard MacFarlane (Rose Quartz, ex-TMTer), debuted mid-June, but it already has three solid releases to its name. While the label’s first release, Heartbeat(s)’ Home Remedies, was a full-on dance hybrid of Detroit techno and 90s-flavored Chicago house, it was soon followed up with Brain Foam, an oblique dance release whose rhythmic pulses serve as a foundation upon which artists Roland Tings (a.k.a. Rohan Newman) and his bud Nathan Savage pile an array of competing yet fluid textures.
Melbourne-based producer Roland Tings is no stranger to the beat, having already released music through Not Not Fun and 100% Silk, but on “Shiver,” the thud is replaced by an indifferent click, a strategy that allows Tings & Savage’s raw, frenzied improvisations to shine, with hissing amps and wild delays threatening to overtake the track. Eventually, the clicking unceremoniously disappears, but you don’t notice, because here, it’s about the subsumption of implied rhythms under a roomy impressionism that registers on an entirely different head space.
Brain Foam is out now on 1080p. We’re grindin’ the label’s following release, by M/M, so look for that soon.
“Pale Mare (Ginseng RMX)”
TRY and stop Dylan Ettinger. Having transplanted himself from the West Coast (Not Not Fun) to the Midwest (Night People) label-wise, this Bloomingtonian is continuously bringing his game and always trying to switch it up. Since his Crucify Your Love tape on Night People, Ettinger has since released a 7-inch split with Iowa City-based Goldendust on DKA Records, and this track here is the (Ginseng RMX) to “Pale Mare.” Lotta that classic Ettinger synth-isms and dread-voxx, but remixed with a slew of swirling chants and elongated snare melts. It’s supreme.
Words from The Ettinger himself: “All is chill. My Iowa City brothers did this remix. Just give it a listen, embrace the darkness, zone out. Enjoy.”
• Dylan Ettinger: http://www.dylanettinger.com
Ant’lrd is sunroom music, not bedroom music.
Sunroom music = Evocative, beautiful tones full of glorious white space and picturesque chords, reminiscent of those rooms — everybody knows at least one; maybe your grandparents’ house or your uncle’s lake house — where at one wonderful time in the day, the sun pours in, filtered through heavy frosted glass windows in the ceiling, allowing you to float in just the right amount of warmth and to listen to the sounds of the forest pour in from the Earth’s speakers (a.k.a nature).
Bedroom music = You know, that cringe-inducing, condescending category of music created so blogs can remind everyone that the tapes and Bandcamp pages they spend hours pouring over are really the work of teenage amateurs taking advantage of the new-to-the-decade portability and quality of recording that can be achieved with minimal moolah. The problem with the term “bedroom music” is that it insinuates a lack of skill and that, therefore, it shouldn’t be taken seriously. Of course, it is entirely possible for literally anybody with half a brain to record music and throw it on Bandcamp. It doesn’t even have to make sense. Seriously; somebody could just make a bunch of shit, upload it in 45 minutes, and all it takes is one blog to label it “bedroom noise” and people are misconstruing it as “good.” There are also solo projects and monikers that have been labeled as “bedroom” that are actually amazing. Full of depth, creativity, and promise. It shouldn’t really matter whether or not it’s lo-fi, glow-fi, day-glo, fire-fly, or lite-brite; the quality of the music comes from the interpretations that can be made while listening to it, as well as the emotions and memories that can be chained together by a pleasant combination of sounds.
Ant’lrd is the work of one Colin Blanton, whose latest tape, extra domicile, fits in perfectly with loose, taiga forest vibes of Watery Starve, who released the tape. There are moments of concise sampling, where nostalgic loops collide with obscure percussive noises, driving the track sideways through time into alternate visions of a single instance. In some cases, this instance is a melody slowly unfolding under layers of nature-esque delay. Other times it takes the form of a single loop seamlessly melding with another, one that perhaps may fit at an earlier point in the album. Way out there, in the boundless fleeting instances in between notes, there is a galaxy of disorientating sound expanding like a Mandelbrot set. It makes me feel at home to be there.