”[ d~~o~~w~~n ]”
You never thought it’d happen, but happy-go-lucky producer @DEAD_BAE gets “[ d~~o~~w~~n ].” Now, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, the song is actual therapy for shit weather. Try it out next time them clouds give you a big-old frown. “[ d~~o~~w~~n ]” will straight up turn your ass crease into a whale tale of a splash; puddle-drip-clicks, faded and breathing electronics gripping sighs into autotuned levity – flaring off shots into the sky, drips like it ain’t no thang, flows of twitching samples, etc. Etc., as in that sound you make with your mouth that echos or makes a drip. @DEAD_BAE just replaces everything you’ve ever wanted to do acoustically with your body in “[ d~~o~~w~~n ].”
• @DEAD_BAE: https://soundcloud.com/minerals1
@jesuschrist3000ADHD’s “Trident 2” features the allusive, if no longer as elusive, Dean Blunt channeling his inner Linton Kwesi Johnson, that is, offering up spoken word reports on London yoot. Yet, where Johnson composed dub poems set to music produced by others, Blunt seems to have simply recited excerpts from an article over more than eight minutes of (possibly) original music. Fair enough.
To be more specific, “Trident 2” purports to tell the story behind “Trident,” the b-side to Blunt’s single, “50 Cent,” off his upcoming Black Metal LP, due out November 4 on Rough Trade. Two days later, on November 6, the performance artist formerly known as Roy Nnawuchi will (supposedly) be doing a show at The Studio at Webster Hall in New York, with another gig booked at Jewel’s Catch One in Los Angeles on November 7. Jet lag be damned.
001 SWIMTEAM_RADIO, 002 SWIMTEAM_RADIO, 003 SWIMTEAM_RADIO… RAMBOW, FOO!!! And he scoopin’ up them ICE CREAM beats, garnishing a swirl of sprinkled samples and loops that’ll probably crackle your skull like it raining Pop-Rocks on ya brain. Would you rather be shaking your head working over-time, or sitting in traffic? Well, fuck it, I’d turn’t some RAMBOW SWIMTEAM_RADIO_004 on the highway beyond what people can SIT TO. This singing around the two-minute mark will sound like I’ve wireless access to some lady’s bullhorn. People be flashin’ brights and dancing between cars. Ain’t nobody’s booty safe. Party on the BQE. Rush hour. Be there and drop it with me.
OR, y’all can reach out tonight for that pre-Swim Team stroke in the Palisades. Daddy AOL x LORD $M$ gonna be slammin’ bodies around 8PM. However, if you want the real-RAMBOW-deal, hit up Trans Pecos tomorrow night around 10PM (naps prior are a necessity, as we goin’ to 4AM). Swim Team bringing down Brooklyn and here are all the details! I’ll be at both. Tonight in a blue hoodie. Tomorrow in [nap clothes; gym wear; jammies]. Get at me. If it might be me, say “Hey!” to whoever. You’re invited to introduce yourself to everyone.
I seriously feel blessed to be listening to RAMBOW SWIMTEAM_RADIO_004 all damn day today, only to pre-game my stroke tonight for “GOD DAMN, Swim Team” tomorrow.
K Trax compiles all the best vogue-bass-club-etc. versions of DJ DIOR’S “Elevator”. On paper, it sounds like a bad idea. But give it a listen. There really aren’t any words. I’m really glad this happened. Is that dramatic?
“Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica”
On record, friendly spikes of mid- band jut out across the empty room. The bunsen flame meddles in the fidelity. Fixing to cherry-pick, hands warmed by the flame hover over the keyboard.
Grit between intervals rubs off on the zoned-out sequence of keys, leaving fingerprints. All is calm. The sequence ambles along, hands behind its head, until The Kiriks have, prematurely, had enough. Frustrated fingers depress mash notes. This resolution entertains non-musical gesture. The room is filled now.
• A Beard of Snails: http://www.abeardofsnails.com