There’s a weird disconnect between me and this “internet” music (I mean that in a non-specific way; digital astral plane). I LOVE the fact that Lockbox is a creative outlet for fellah Jesse Briata. On both a critical and fictional level, I enjoy how easy it is to write abstractly, nostalgically, or narratively to his music. Maybe it’s mainly because the dude plays all his music rather than sampling or using computer shit and shit. And the frequency of it really represents the uncontrollable communication frenzy on the internet. Yet, then again, this guy pushes out so much music all the time, I’m curious to the level of creativity he has developed personally (inner-creativity; detach the web) between releases/songs/”Passion Beam”/Passion Beam.
Like smoking a hash oil pen in a parking lot on your break, things REALLY don’t change that quickly or vastly. But I’ve come to expect that as a music listener. I want more, and I want it fresh. So, what I’m trying to describe here is the difference between creative input and critical critique. As well, the only internet “sensation” is, like, Mark ZuckerBANG or, like, the person/people who invented it. When I see someone’s tweet or Facebook status online, I care as much as I scroll over it. Just like this post here, potentially. I have no doubt most people will scroll over this here writing so they can scope new music. Word. Word. In the end, does ambition trump talent? Can people transcend ego past Morrissey on the internet? Scope Lockbox’s new tape Passion Beam on Warm Gospel, out meow!
Last time we mentioned Computer Dreams/Midnight Television, an early practitioner of what’s now called vaporwave, we were mostly talking about 骨架的, an artist who released some vaporwave albums before even Computer Dreams. At the time of the post, 骨架的 had suddenly released four new albums after a prolonged silence (three of which were promptly taken down weeks after the post), and (s)he/it has since released a couple more (Ancient Science and the Vibrations EP). However, 骨架的’s Bandcamp, SoundCloud, and Tumblr pages are now all currently blank, with no signs of life anywhere (luckily you can download all of the above at Last.fm).
Now it’s Computer Dreams’ turn to rise once again from the digital ashes, which is a bit odd since (s)he/it is reappearing around the same time that 骨架的 re-disappeared. And not only do we have a new album — ミスト (“mist”) under the moniker Computer Slime — but we actually have some concrete (for now) online presence, including a SoundCloud account, Bandcamp page, and a Tumblr. Coincidence? Probably. In any case, it’s possible that this release will be taken down without notice in the near future, so download before it turns to mist.
• Computer Slime: http://computerslime.tumblr.com
Bring Back The Things
Ima have to agree with my boii Jared Micah about “indie” writers trying to do jazz critique for credibility. It’s also kind of cute when people think music is JAZZ because the tracks contain or focus on a saxophone. But, okay okay, we are letting go of genre now in 2013, right? I mean, is it even necessary at this point for that categorization? Certainly not in my music>folder>system. MOST certainly not when you include Rob Magill to the matter-of-fact-at-hand-hi. How about I just refer to his music as the genre: soul? Can we PLEASE Bring Back The Things? Right now, in your ears, GO! It’s like an internal stirring of sorts, ain’t it? Almost breathing back down into your lungs and exhaling wherever it can; you don’t know, so listen. Feel it. Feel the soul. And dear Robert, the soul just forefronts itself. As in his previous works, it’s totally not forced. His skill has refined beyond music. Through art, Rob Magill has found a way to melt. And it can be found most recently in Bring Back The Things. Because he can, and he has, and we’re there with him. Someone press this fellah!!!
• Rob Magill: http://rob-magill.bandcamp.com
Gotta love Bandcamp. It’s like no information required. Nothing to shape your opinion but the page’s color scheme and maybe a few labels. Take this TONY FERRARI page for example. It’s all neon and capital letters. And who is that guy smoking the cigar? Was the album really released in May of 1986? If so, this could really discredit some of J Dilla’s chopped-and-screwed fame. The whole page kind of just looks like a front for dealing drugs, all “TONY FERRARI HAS GOT THE GOODS, TELL YOUR FRIENDS.” Although, it could just be a disguise-wearing aaronmaxwell, who mysteriously disappeared from the internet a few months ago after releasing two of 2012’s most overlooked 404beatwhatever albums, Dianetics and Island. I mean, the drums and glitched tape-echo stuff on this MIAMI sound really familiar. And all of the vocal samples and tiny tape hiss swells are placed pretty similarly. Also, it’s like six minutes long, and I think both of those aaronmaxwell albums were way short too. Yeah, I think it might be the same dude. Or it could be this guy, but that seems unlikely; or it could be neither, in which case I’ve indirectly given someone else a bunch of credit for all of Mr. Ferrari’s hard work. Sorry about that, dude. Please don’t sic your goons on me. It was an honest mistake!
• TONY FERRARI: http://tonyferrari.bandcamp.com
“Harlem Roses” (ft. Kid Art)
Harlem’s been making a serious comeback over the past year or so. Between A$AP and Azealia, it seems like all the hot talent is simply popping out of a portal somewhere in that area north of 125th street. At the same time as Dipset’s stomping grounds are enjoying more cultural attention, they’re getting a facelift, too: gentrification is slowly making its presence known, as Columbia University expands northwards and real estate prices rise. In his new clip for “Harlem Roses,” Harlem native and respected MC Vinny Cha$e explores the changing landscape of his neighborhood, re-visiting landmarks like the Apollo and the Lenox Lounge alongside familiar stoops and storefronts. “A few years ago, growing up in Harlem, I could never imagine that there’d be luxury building here,” he says. “Why the fuck would you put a 2 million dollar penthouse down the street?” Forget the luxe caviar and two-million-dollar views: Cha$e and the rest of the Cheers Club would rather kick it at the luncheonette down the street, a safe haven in a sea of change.
• Vinny Cha$e: http://cheersclubmusic.tumblr.com
“Life Ends At 30”
Is this real? Are music listeners to the point of complete blow-out beat aesthetic? Has death-to-disco officially merged with disco itself? I mean, TMT is into the decay, the skips, the Gouda up in this shit. Because, you know, I READ me some TMT (‘_’). And Pete Swanson’s “Life Ends At 30” continues that same avenue of venture in music. Life, yeah, fucking living it. Blown to shreds from everything. Sure-sure. Turning your taxi into the official NYC dance club. Dec-out your cubicle with strobes. Be a strobe. Be up until dawn playing video games and listening to this on vinyl and talking on Xbox live and videoing on Skype and turning Hellraiser into a tiny blip on your television screen and feeding porn through your laptop and falling asleep eventually to dreams like the “Life Ends At 30” video (by Tone Filth’s Justin Meyers) and waking up 30 minutes later for your day-long job. Kill your SELF and become. Accept it all in waves of grain. Give up your Pro Style EP and quit thinking about when Swanson will hook up with Lopatin, ‘cause your answers are coming March 12!!