Wolfgang Voigt is the chap who partly owns and partly founded Kompakt. This is no mean feat considering the label has pushed a pioneering breed of grainy minimal techno artists to the forefront of dance music (see their highly revered total series, now in its 12th incarnation, for a broad brush insight). It doesn’t seem like he’s slacking much on the production side either, with a hilarious number of pseudonyms under his belt (Resident Advisor ascribe 18 monikers to the guy).
Kafkatrax is an album accumulated from three highly exclusive, hand-painted EPs released in the last few months. In this creative endeavor, Voigt restricted his sampling to one kick drum and a Kafka audiobook, somehow warping the words into fleeting harmonies, melodies, and unintelligible vocals. The result is thoroughly disturbing techno that would probably alienate most of the dance floor, which is of course a perfect tribute to Mr. Kafka himself. The record will see its full release on the 11th of October through another of Voigt’s imprints, Profan.
• Wolfgang Voigt: http://www.wolfgang-voigt.com/en
Live at Occupy Wall Street
is playing played a surprise performance at Occupy Wall Street.
• Neutral Milk Hotel: http://walkingwallofwords.com
“Mixtli Sleeps” (featuring Birds of Passage)
Yo, shut the fuck up! This “Mixtli Sleeps” joint is gorgeous. It’s like an angel farting in your ears during work. Or when fruit molds to dust. Imagine people gowned in silk stopping short in clear water. Forget all that slow motion and watch flowers bloom in real time. Hear the lake shore-side sounds of Tequesquitengo. Feel the vibrations of cicadas singing in sequence. Ooze to the brooding noise of everything else erupting ya ear wax. Pump this jam loud, because it’s 5:30 somewhere, and traffic sucks (obviously crank that bass). Just, the density of this drone drives deep dishing out a dry abundance atmosphere.
Yes, I know, this is a “Watch” post, but the video can only serve six-plus minutes of the song, and your digital shit can repeat this forever. Once Alicia Merz’s (Birds of Passage) voice emerges, you don’t want to give it up. So, continue and continue and continue. I’m sure Jeff Stonehouse (Listening Mirror) wouldn’t have a problem with that either. But buried at Bathetic Records you’ll find Listening Mirror’s new cassette The Heart of the Sky. Also, soon to be released on Bathetic is a Listening Mirror/Motion Sickness of Time Travel split, so bookmark the label website below on ya work computer. Your bossy-boss don’t care.
To the uninformed, the video above feels like obscure archival footage of a lost hillside tribe from the 70s that disappeared from Earth in the wake of a little-documented acid wave that swept through a meek Anglo province. But, in fact, the footage is from less than a month ago, and Way Through, the pastoral punk band whose music accompanies the video, uses it to illustrate their bucolic mission: to make an album born from rural England’s specific breed of soul. Watching the Abbots Bromley Horn Dancers make obeisance to their caboshed god, we witness the juxtaposition of ancient marginal music with the marginal music of today. What a strange reference for young punk — a cultural relic carbon dated to the 11th century. Despite the manicured, spherical shrubbery and the Velcro shoes, “Gallant Show’s” video gets at something olde, something visibly lost but spiritually indelible in Way Through’s world, which does as good a job of channeling ghosts as the punk of urban decay in London or NYC.
I will take any opportunity to discuss the brilliant, supple music of both Murfreesboro’s Sparkling Wide Pressure and upstate NY’s Rambutan. On this forthcoming split cassette from Eric Hardiman’s label Tape Drift, SWP continues his exploration of nostalgia-tinged guitar, encasing his evocative melodies in a bed of soft electrorganic textures, somehow always managing to flick all the right switches. And Rambutan soaks our heads in bubbling loops that are simultaneously deep and ephemeral, engulfing you and then evaporating into the air. The tapes are out in a batch this very day.
TKOL RMX 1234567 [full album]
C Monster (about): “Good for you. I don’t even know what to say about Thom York anymore.”
Mr P: “Thom Yorke…. Thom Yorke Thom Yorke. His name alone is really funny to me for some reason.”
Thom York or Yorke? Theater or theatre? G’rr-age or gah-ra’gshh? Anyway or anyways? In the context of internet language and slang, these differences really don’t matter much. But yo, to quote Yorke on remix culture, “It feels kind of healthy for music.” Seems as though remixing is what jazz and blues have always done with music. Like, how none of the songs Elvis sang were written by him. Thus, Elvis was king of [remix]! Um, I was unaware there was such a big culture surrounding “remixing at the moment.” But people adapt to culture and language all the time. And technology. Remixing just proves you have to be better with technology than musical skill in this universe. Oh shit, okay I made it to the end of TKOL RMX 1234567 and Jamie xx is on it. Maybe the remix culture is big these days. At least anachronistically. Though, this is the penultimate sentence, and relating “anachronism” and “remix” now would be too late. All-in-all, I’ve been meaning to give The King of Limbs another roll in the hay, and what better to re:up my interest by listening to XL Recordings’ double LP TKOL RMX 1234567 out October 10. (via The Hype Machine)