Living hard is a life-style choice. Chances are if you live in New York, you have to choose to follow this life-style or get cut off. And there are LAYERS to how hard you can get here too, but a distinguishable separation between those who back down or just go for it. The people going for it are the ones who come out on top; whether win or lose. Lord SMS rolls them dice. Lingering the crosswalk on a green light. Touching paintings in MoMA PS1. Pasting up fliers for TONIGHT’S SWIM TEAM EVENT while Triple Barrel and Old Feelings Nowww flexin’ on police in the background. Muscling Spring bombers. Hard.
CUT TO: “16stoned” cut-up into oblivion. Strip the track down to its droll title, ESL spastic twitch sampling, matched with Lord SMS’ flare for ribald humor, add a few popping bubbles, and xylophone chrome beat: you’ve the city’s best high. But turn up the bass, sushi a bit of snare, throw in pitched-out machine-gun gut punches, and you’re rolling the hardest straight-faced, “Fuck on me” attitude. Or, if you choose to dance to “16stoned,” head on over to 55-50 Myrtle Avenue in Ridgewood tonight, and say “Hey!” I’ll be the fellah in the white hat. BE THERE:
Roomful of Teeth
“The Ascendant: The Beginning And”
Upon first encountering the 8-piece ensemble Roomful of Teeth, I became fascinated by the power and the reach of their pooled vocal prowess. The might of their debut full length seemed to stand in contrast to everything else that was having an impact; this was music designed and shaped by vocal technique as a depiction of cultural, spiritual and communal variation sewn together in oral harmony.
An indication of the outfit’s collective direction, “The Ascendant: The Beginning And” boasts throat singing, soft whispers, a sweeping chorus and delicate melodic contributions, which are all bound to form a deeply stirring resurgence. The track is reminiscent of where the group left off on their debut, a record that was positively overwhelming in its diversity. Roomful of Teeth were able to create a sound so bold and provocative that it resonated profoundly enough to have huge expectations for their forthcoming album Render, which is due out on April 28th.
The collective have become renowned for working with truly inspiring composers and musicians. They have worked extensively with Merrill Garbus of tUnE-yArDs and they even performed with Holly Herndon at Le Poisson Rouge a year or so back. This particular track finds them teaming up with New York based composer Wally Gunn and it takes into account the breadth of his preferences while summoning the essential diversity of each singer’s range.
Needless to say it’s a real privilege to premier this piece as an indicator of everything Roomful of Teeth are about to divulge. Sink into “The Ascendant” and let it guide you across the most optimistic voyage that the human voice could possibly offer.
Anything. I mean A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G that samples “Jumpin Like Jordan” is certifiably mean. Not schoolyard bully mean. Not you’re getting audited mean. MEAN. Get knocked out in the club mean. Migo Lingo mean. Then you put TRIAD$ on command and AH. Ever since I used a FYE gift card on a Kings of Crunk tape for my car ten years ago there are some things I can’t put down and one is music made for a room full of ceiling-high subwoofers. You have to wade through the trash though. There are buckets of bad trap coming out everyday, but TRIAD$ is one guy who consistently puts out thorough productions. His new track is self-aware and called “Energy.”
• TRIAD$: https://soundcloud.com/lilvhs
Cankun is no stranger to the TMT crew. Nor is Hands In The Dark. And as the French label blesses their fellow country-man with his second album, Only The Sun Is Full Of Gold, Cankun’s newest track “Moyit” is the first great leap into his next musical step. At first, “Moyit” sounds as though Cankun is going for a funkier vibe, smoothing out into an arena of kosmische, and finding the tribal rythm that creates a house-jam of subtly (furious) psyche elements that move your body into a shameless mode of dancing in every which direction. Best part: it’s totally a night jam.
Like how any creature of darkness rises from their chamber around 9:15 P.M. But what better way to awake to Cankun’s “Moyit?” Seriously, set the track as an alarm. You’ll be up, taking a shower, cooking breakfast, brushing your teeth, read the news, and stretch for the day…. all simultaneously. Get outta bed. It’s late. Give a hoot:
BONUSSSSSSSSS: Not Not Fun is going to be doing the digital and cassette sales on Cankun’s Only The Sun Is Full Of Gold, for all the reelers out there!
In XR, color becomes pain. Taste the rainbow after the finishing move, after the firing squad goes home. Lounge on a flatline behind a TV dinner while watching the artificial sunset dance. Bands of pollutants are stretched over the flicker. A throbbing arp doesn’t let you forget your headache, the sinus pressure. Its sounds are a reminder of the gunfire, now ceased due to lack of ammunition. The only sound that remains is the dead signal, a burp from a corpse below the curve. From inside the casket, view the sunset, and smell the processed meat and melted plastic, burnt amplifiers, dying color.
• Asha Tamirisa: http://ashatamirisa.net