“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!!
So, I assume errrybody you know (and yourself) is fluing up way hard this season. Well, my brother Todd was in New York during the holiday conducting some sort of internalized confidential experiment, and, you guessed it, the experiment went pandemic, and America has been sick with it since. Like, this ain’t no shit. Mickey saw them post his picture on two local NY television late-night news programs. Actually, I just saw on the office building lounge television an artist’s interpretation of Todd, and it was the devil. And, like the wave in the TigerStripe video for “Genesis,” the pandemic stretched itself going west. Kind of like watching the weather forecast, only this flu wind is traveling back in time and space, the same travel TigerStripe commits to on his new release Prismacolour, his extremely adventurous (to my enjoyment) follow-up to 2011’s Imaginary Numbers on Digitalis. Coincidence or not, the relation of this video to my bro’s pandemic is a sign, y’all. Secrets are being spilled, and Prismacolour contains them. You want a cure? You want answers? Scope Prismacolour as soon as you can handle it!
• TigerStripe: http://iamtigerstripe.tumblr.com
“Behold (Exhibit J)”
Listening to Just Blaze’s latest house venture, “Behold (Exhibit J),” it may seem hard to believe that the man behind the console is the same one responsible for brawny hip-hop smashes like Eminem’s “No Love” and Joe Budden’s “Pump It Up.” But all of the Jersey native’s signature touches are there: jazzy piano, peppy bass lines, and, above all else, a sound steeped in 90s club and R&B. Blaze draws on a variety of textures to create a dance song much more sophisticated than that of his peers: airy synths float above a restless, lounge-y piano line, buttressed by classic house beats and just a dash of hip-hop bravado. Definitely a reason to get excited for Blaze’s upcoming EP, coming to you soon on Fool’s Gold.
Motion Sickness of Time Travel
The Perennials EP
Rachel Evans’ Motion Sickness of Time Travel project is like an untiring astronomist obsessed with finding the limits of the universe. One look at her Bandcamp page will reveal an average of nearly one release a month for the entirety of 2012, and already three different releases for January of 2013 alone. Her newest observation, The Perennials EP, is an investigation into that dance-floor urgency without all of the sweaty kids, not unlike some of the lighter moments of Actress’ 2012 masterwork, R.I.P. Yet it’s not an entirely new direction from MSOTT’s own 2012 self-titled breakout, more of a detour through an asteroid field. I can’t wait to see what February brings.
The Perennials EP is available now over at Boomkat. You can listen to a couple of the songs from the EP below.
“I Love You”
Lil B has just released what he calls the most honest, touching video of 2013. You might say, “wait a minute, that doesn’t make any sense! 2013 just started!” Well, you’re just jealous that you lack Based God’s Based Clairvoyance, because he’s spot-on with his assertions. Whether it’s a guinea pig, a dog, or even a boa constrictor, Lil B’s love knows no gender, race or species. Around the 3:00 mark, he starts to cry, and you can bet that I started crying too. Because when Lil B cries for you, he’s also crying for me, humanity, and love in general. Lil B loves you. Never forget that.
[Editor’s note: who knew Lil B was a Final Fantasy X fan?]
• Lil B: http://www.basedworld.com
Sanding down the smooth surface of R&B history with rough, tape-hiss sandpaper, this new SLF Tapes release from James Matthew spans some real distance in just under nine minutes. The sheen on all of those saxophone solos and silky synth melodies has disappeared with age and been buried so far into the mix that it’s like Kenny G cut all of his curly locks and is now just another member of a horn section in some smokey lounge band. I really prefer it this way.
Listen to it below, and download the entire nine-minute experience for yourself over at the SLF Bandcamp page.
• SLF Tapes: http://www.slftapes.com