Eventually, post-human life spreads the dawn of vegetative intelligence. Piles and piles of green and reusable technology keeps feeding its power-on mechanisms from sunlight, wind, dirt, etc. And plant life becomes the next reign of existence: Som Sakrifis. Fleeing one pile of electronics to the next, growth begins in tiny electrical evolutions. New forms of photosynthesises are created through post-human waste and ooze on another level — thick, purple, sometimes it’s a color indescribable to human eyes — feeds from vegetation to vegetation. Natural plant life remains relatively the same, but bio-technological life sometimes migrates and spreads viral photosynthetic properties, infecting and illuminating what once was native. Sometimes multiple types of bio-technology migrates to the natural, which festers with the culture of evolution. This festering is called “Sakrifis.” But all of these colonies and vegetative groups are only concerned with combining and webbing, networking on a massive informative scale to gain that next level. And the next level is not really the goal, but the push; the “Sakrifis” is definitely where this life force intends to continue. Through PAN, all things Som Sakrifis will begin March 7. PREPARE.

• Mohammad:
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Dane Chadwick

Cool Intentions

Cool Intentions is Chicago footwork made by an L.A. pop punk. As the drummer for tropical-punk-turned-post-post-punk band Abe Vigoda, Dane Chadwick might be one of the last people you’d expect to be making juke tunes. But it also kinda makes sense. This style of electronic dance music is all about the rhythm, and Chadwick clearly has experience playing lightning-fast rim shots, super speedy tom rolls, and incessant kick drumming in crazy complicated polyrhythms.

Along with all these quintessential footwork elements, Chadwick adds a sunny layer of light-heartedness to these tracks. Bright airy synths, bubbly bass lines, and vocal samples that are a bit less abrasive than many proper footwork tracks makes for a slightly watered-down juke release that is pleasantly listenable but still might break your ankles if you try to dance to it.

Cool Intentions is released by New York City label Astro Nautico, which also released Chadwick’s solo premiere as a part their mind-blowing Atlantics Vol. 2 compilation last year.

• Dane Chadwick:
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Matangi [Mix for Kenzo]

Been reading too much in Chocolate Grinder recently and feel like it’s more than the music itself? Lemme take it easy on ya with M.I.A.’s new “mixtape” Matangi. Boom-done!

• MIA:

Cult Favorite

For Madmen Only

Cult Favorite is New York. Producer A.M. Breakups’s sound was born upstate, and despite years making noise in the NYC underground, the rust belt embedded in his sound. Brooklyn’s own Elucid is his city in rhyme form, urgent, grating, unassailable; a leviathan.

People are going to hear this album and immediately compare the duo to Death Grips and Captain Murphy, because like the former, they feature a gruff-voiced, dark-skinned MC rapping over a light-skinned producer’s unconventional beats, and like the latter they’ve sampled Heaven’s Gate cult leader Marshall Applewhite. Both comparisons are to be expected, but neither is entirely appropriate, as this project is (1) clearly, concisely structured and (2) altogether absent of spectacle-over-substance gimmickry. Don’t catch feelings over it though. Sometimes it takes a demanding listen like For Madmen Only to expose your favorite flavors of the month for the non-threatening panderers they truly are.

What Eluicid lacks in tongue-in-cheek wordplay he more than makes up for with nuanced displays of visceral honesty. His vocals are hit with a healthy dose of reverb, delay, and other effects, but these never function as crutches or cover-up; that ominously menacing mic presence is all Elucid. Likewise, A.M. Breakups’ sound never fully descends into noise territory; instead, it remains firmly tethered to the producer’s strong sense of melody. This is a good thing. When it comes to “alternative” or “progressive” music, it’s easy to bend genres through entropic madness — much more difficult and risky to try pushing the envelope while remaining faithful to a pre-existing structure.

For Madmen Only is available today via download or limited-edition 180-gram vinyl. If I’d one complaint, it’d be that the album is too damn short, but the replay value is tremendous and the Deluxe Edition tacks on an instrumental version as well two additional tracks in the form of Elucid’s “noise experiment,” Exit Tapes. Only 300 copies though, so hurry up and buy.

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Black Pus

“1000 Years”

For no less than two thirds of my life, I’ve been a doodle addict. I think it’s safe to say that all of us were, at some point or another. Hopefully none of you had the somewhat traumatic experience I had in the sixth grade when my English teacher deducted a full letter grade from an assignment because I made the absentminded decision of doodling cute little dragons in the margin of my Old Yeller notes. When you think about it, doodling isn’t merely an act of scratching out stick figures on the back of worksheets or old Rite-Aid receipts. It’s a ritual, a chance to take the ugly blue-lined landscape of a notebook and breathe a little life into it, or at least enough life to keep you from falling into a bored slumber. Brian Chippendale understands this distinction, and from it, he has derived the video for Black Pus’ “1000 years,” a digitized flip-book of doodles from his schoolboy years. Against the yellowed, planar backdrop, knights clash swords, dragons spew fire, and floating eyeballs shoot death rays. A hero appears, then vanishes. It’s an elementary-school epic, nostalgic for the days where our imaginations ran free, complete with a frantic, boyish soundtrack.

• Black Pus: http://blackpus.bandcamp.
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Sally Strobelight

Swan Ride to StrobeLand

It might have been in some cobwebbed corner of the net, maybe under a fallen log in the deep dark woods, or next to a cryptic phrase chalked on concrete — a lover’s plea, a conspiracist’s warning? — that I first came across Sally Strobelight’s 2006 debut LP, Starships In Silhouette. I can’t remember exactly, which somehow seems appropriate. There’s something indescribable about its coldness, the end of the world, yet those cruel and chilly surfaces inexplicably combine heavy beats and acoustic sounds to drag the listener into an echoing world of encompassing warmth, of repetition that comforts and disturbs, of whispers direct yet overheard: “acoustic avant psychedelic of a cough syrup ghost world.”

Fast forward seven years — of plenty or of famine? — and Strobelight returns with Swan Ride to Strobeland. Here, her dubby echoes and drifting, haunted phrases illuminate a darkness where Starships In Silhouette confirmed it. “Kaleidoscope visuals and slow motion aerobic workout may occur … Subconscious communication with intergalactic consciousness is also probable during this time.” We come in pieces…

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