The Body
“The Ebb And Flow Of Tides In A Sea Of Ash”

New The Body new The Body new The Body new The Body. This should be all you know need to know if you experienced All The Waters of the Earth Turn to Blood in 2010 and lived to tell the tale — and then returned again and again to subject your poor little soul to glorious evisceration (oh my god remember this??). “The Ebb and Flow of Tides in a Sea of Ash” opens the Portland duo’s forthcoming mini-album Master, We Perish — and with it right here before you, it’s time to gird yourself to dive back into the doom-/death-/sludge-/avant-/choir-laden maw. Rumor has it that another full-length is in the pipeline, and if this material is an indication of what to expect, all I can say is “Fuck Yes.”

The Body have maintained an air of mystery and curated the media surrounding their releases with serious attention to detail. The video above is no exception. Grisly images of (what else?) bodies — i.e., corpses; i.e., get ready for some gore — accompany the band’s bewildering guitar tones, throttling drums, and inhuman howls, making the whole experience just the kind of thing to screen for all of your loved ones. I’m sure all of this grainy footage originates from particularly evil criminal events of yore, but this isn’t the kind of thing I’m tryna investigate (“Siri, Google ‘Wiki multiple homicide plus bound in plastic plus cocaine”). It’s cool, The Body did all the work for us and has succeeded in fueling my nightmares for a few more weeks to come. Thanks guys!!

Pre-order Master, We Perish straight from At A Loss Recordings, and keep your eyes and/or all of your skin peeled for more news from The Body soon, I bet.

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The Hillside Mechanisms

Roland, Roberto, and Javier are Vole, and as Vole, they initially fool you into thinking they are making some of this “rock” music. This tease lasts four seconds, and soon it becomes clear that they are in fact attempting to “reconcile Dionysian and Apollonian artistic urges,” with especially thrilling consequences if you happen to absolutely love Polar Bear, Led Bib, and Fraud.

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Kids On A Crime Spree

“Creep The Creeps”

You’ve gotta figure that the Brill Building’d be the perfect target for a smash ’n’ grab — if you need a new smash hit. But if we’re grooving to the Slow Movement, why not Slow Crime? Stripping back that gold-plated exterior might not be a job for the young and impatient, rather a definite labor of love for romantic souls dedicated to appropriating the past and using it to their own nefarious yet oh-so-delightful ends.

On the “Creep the Creeps” 7-inch, Kids On A Crime Spree, who we last heard from in 2011 (TMT Review) are still lovin’ us so bad it’s good, and in the tongue-locking process giving us monoBack to Mono, that is. Here, their indie twee influences are just about winning a wrestling match with Wall of Sound girl group meets garage vibes, but it’s a friendly bout. If you listen hard, you can even hear some new wave pop punk in there — gentlemen prefer Blondies. And let me ask, is there any song that handclaps don’t make better? Catch the clap!

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Julia Kent


I’ve seen more rainbows in oil spills than the sky. It just involves a certain kind of closeness. Not the kind of closeness granted by microscopes or zoom lenses, but the closeness of a face pressed into the bumpy pavement, the residual imprint of tarmac on skin, the thousand indented hammerings that make up any seemingly “smooth” surface.

Jacopo Barbaccia of Riga has been there too, creating great, contorting forms of chiaroscuro; sometimes evoking freshly molded shining bronze, other times a band of raving amoebas, dancing in the shape of some inverted disco ball. Here, he fits these moving ideas perfectly to Julia Kent’s “Transportation,” a highlight from March’s Character . But this is not a “fit” simply in the “Windows 95 Screensaver” model of triggered moving images, rather a carefully formed meeting of two aesthetic practices, each affirming the other.

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Radical Dads

“Rapid Reality”

The watercolor wonderland that Radical Dads have created in their new video for “Rapid Reality” is pretty delicious to the eyes — and I’m not just saying that because it features a floating pizza. The Brooklyn band recruited artist Katie Armstrong to whip up some visuals for the single (off their recently-released LP of the same name), and the end product is a playful, ever-shifting piece of impressionism, flickering with bright pastels and psychedelic effects. The visuals are often manic, switching from mountains to businessmen in the rain, to floating pizzas, and back again — and though the effects are digitized, you feel like you’re watching one of your elementary-school art projects coming to life. Bright, sunny, and bursting with life, the “Rapid Reality” is every bit as ephemeral — and ebullient — as the title suggests.

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Paisley Parks



- 5:35 p.m. > Mr P via Gchat: “new [P]aisley [P]arks fyi!”
- 9:34 p.m. > Бh○§† turns my shower into a water park. Dancing became less dangerous and more sport. Neighbors felt my thunder.

- 1:03 a.m. > Set all my alarms (6, 6:30, 7, 7: 30 a.m.s) to “In Da Fresh Pussy,” “Rock Da Whistle,” “Ghetto Jap,” and “FatGirls.”
- 7:00 a.m. > Savannah threatens to move out and claims I need to return my phone.
- 7:52 a.m. > My phone is blasting “Bitch Luv Dis Kush” on repeat driving to work.
- 12:53 p.m. > I finish putting Бh○§† on a CD-R.
- 1:06 p.m. > Sammy D’Bling allows me to play the CD-R in his car on our way to Chipotle for lunch.
- 1:43 p.m. > I take the CD-R back.
- 3:55 p.m. > “G.H.O.S.T.” has been on repeat since 9:15 a.m., and I dub it my favorite track of 2013, forever.
- 5:32 p.m. > Fuck work. I bass/base out to Бh○§† in my car.
- 5:33 p.m. > My pal Captain George loses his mind at moments in music (i.e., the 1:40 mark in “Brothersport”) and just starts to yell, which I did during “Antes Ballad.”
- 7:13 p.m. > Cooking NOT-dogs with Savannah; she axes me politely to turn the album off.
- 11:13 p.m. > She just went to bed, and I’m wasting on Бh○§† again.
- 11:56 p.m. > I decided with my pal Mickey (who thinks it’s too soon, but(t) fuck him) that this is my White Flame of 2013… on a listener-trolling scale.

- 7:00 a.m. > forever
- 7: 48 a.m. > FOREVER
- 10:13 a.m. > For. Ev. Ver.

Someone sign Paisley Parks to an LP already, please. Software, Leaving, NNA — anyone??

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