Oneohtrix Point Never
“Still Life (Betamale)” [NSFW]
Back in July, Oneohtrix Point Never previewed an excerpt of “Still Life” off his forthcoming album, R Plus Seven, which was accompanied by a video by Nate Boyce that I described as “the confrontation between a futurist sublime and the rooted aetheticization of branding, the liquidity of its imagery offset by a fetishistic, staid consumerism.” Don’t know what the fuck I was talking about, but Oneohtrix Point Never has released a new “Betamale” version of “Still Life,” with a video this time by artist Jon Rafman, and it’s quite a different beast. Rather than a video of futuristic, technological desolation, Rafman uses “Still Life” to explore subcultural fetishisms through compellingly erotic, violent imagery and a creepy narration that takes the song to a whole new level. Video of the year?
Oneohtrix Point Never’s R Plus Seven is out next week on Warp. Listen to the whole album via NPR right now.
Laurel Halo has a new one coming out soon — specifically, Chance Of Rain, out October 28 on Hyperdub — and she’s just released the first preview with the seven-minute “Ainnome.” The cut, based off live hardware improvisations, features aggressive, driving technoid beats offset by ambient washes, an approach made less contradictory by the track’s persistence on jamming these two modes of music-making together. If Halo is attempting to explore the intersection between movement and stillness, then the movement slightly wins on this one: its articulation of time may evoke suspension, but this song moves undeniably forward.
“Hold On, We’re Going Home”
DRAKE is BACK with an EPIC video for his CLASSIC Nothing Was The Same track, “Hold On We’re Going Home.” You DARE call DRAKE soft? You DARE incorporate his handsome visage into blasphemous, disrespectful images of tissue boxes and crying cartoon men?! Okay, buddy, we’ll JUST SEE how you feel when you witness DRAKE ascending to his true cinematic destiny as a Miami GANGSTER from the 80s. We’ll JUST WATCH you tremble in your boots as Aubrey DRAKE “formerly known as Jimmy from Degrassi” Graham rescues his HOT leading lady from the clutches of EVIL, supported by his brothers in arms (hi, A$AP Rocky!!!). We’ll JUST WATCH your eyes water as he assures her of her safety, speaking to her GENTLY over the ROTARY PHONE line. They even got Steven Bauer from SCARFACE to play the bad guy. CHAMPAGNE PAPI DON’T PLAY.
• Drake: http://www.drakeofficial.com
On October 1, disco-magician Francis Hsueh is adopting his Policy moniker to release Postscript, a 12-inch EP on 100% Silk. In an attempt to try and figure out Hsueh’s secrets, here’s my track-by-track breakdown of the illusions hidden in the six-part magic act that is Postscript:
— “Postscript 187” introduces the Policy stage for Hsueh to adorn: fist-roll dance, finger-gunning the audience as tiny bursts of smoke rise out his nails, foot swivels, a projected image of a miniature elephant dancing between his legs that becomes real and backward-slides off the stage, etc.
— “Grove Street Freeze” gears the crowd in a robotic way, as his first main act involves hypnotizing the audience to dance in spurts, as he holds up two separate signs: the GROOVE STREET sign gets the crowd hustling in sync, and the FREEZE sign does exactly that with added “oohs” and “ahhs.”
— “Remembrance” needs a participant from the audience, is handed a dagger, and begins dancing with the magician, when Hsueh turns and accidentally makes contact with the participant’s mouth, knocking out all their teeth: the participant comes at the magician with the dagger gritting a whole new set of pearly whites, climbs on the Policy stage with a half-brushed smile, and walks away with pristine ivory caps.
— “Ghost In The Groove” precedes the violent trick in light of gravity, as Hsueh begins to float above the audience, freshing disco moves people only dreamed of being able to pull off. Yet dreams do come true: at random, audience members yell in both amazement and fright as a select few are lifted from their seats and partnered with each other, spinning-dancing in the air when…
— “Wiseblood” tricks them into thinking the act is skipping to a stop, but out of the floaters’ sleeves rains a thick purple liquid onto the audience below, and as they try to scatter and flee the scene, this liquid seems to hit and bead off an invisible shield, flowing toward the stage to form the last hurrah.
— “Big Beast Anthem” forms the body and face of each audience member at half stature, again discoing out, only comprised of this purple liquid, which is ripped into disappearing waves as Hsueh slides through it on the Policy stage, cleaner than he appeared ever before, now wearing white leather, hair waving, and everyone clapping.
Stream the entirety of Policy’s Postscript EP above and pre-order it here.
Secret Songs of Savamala
July 12, 2012 marked the final BBC broadcast from Bush House in London. The corporation’s departure left a distinct mark on the site after a 60-year history in recording radio productions that were dispatched all around the globe.
As an investigative sound art project, recording artist, DJ, and hardened adventurer Robin The Fog explored the empty nooks and crannies of the building to create what Simon Reynolds went on to describe as “the ultimate hauntological artifact.” The Ghosts of Bush was indeed sublime and seems to have ignited a spark in the man responsible for its wondrous tones, as he recently traveled to Serbia in order to conduct a similar series of sonic experiments in The Spanish House, Belgrade.
The former customs house is now a flooded, crumbling echo chamber, which — in its current state — created the perfect environment for Robin and his team to assemble a truly dazzling followup to his debut as Howlround.
Secret Songs of Savamala is available to stream and download on the artist’s Bandcamp alongside a strictly limited-edition vinyl featuring gorgeous artwork by Milica Nikolic.
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• DIY▲PYЯΛMID: http://diypyramid.bandcamp.com