Santiago, Chile’s Egglub is a beast. Slept on here in the States, he’s been churning out 404 beats for a while now. His latest offering, Primavera, is a self-released CD, filled with his damaged yet fluid take on this whole beat thang. The stream of Primavera only contains three of the thirteen tracks, but if those three are indicative of the remainder, then it’s probably safe to say it’s a gonna get good and groovy. After hearing "filicopsida" for the first time, I just wanted to cartoon myself. You know, get DRAWN!!
Warbled synths, chugging drums, funk guitars stabs, chopped vocals, kill’d Rhodes — yes please! Get down to this. Hell, strut to this. And preferably down an avenue at dusk with the streetlights low and the wind softly blowing. Or do whatever you want. I don’t need to tell you how to live. Except maybe I do!
• Egglub: http://eggglubinstrumentals.bandcamp.com
Los Angeles electronic mavens TRS-80 (consisting of founding member Jay Rajeck and keyboardist Eric Fensler) have just put out Volume One, a collection of tracks from their 15-plus year career, with some of the tracks dating back to when Rajeck was living in Chicago. Throughout that time they’ve been refining an analog meets digital approach to their work, and they’ve been killing it with each release (my personal favorite is 2011’s Horizons). The video for “Matrix Dub” above consists of appropriately trippy analog visuals paired with the hip-hop beats and burbling synths of the track. If you dig on this video check out their YouTube channel for more of their unique music videos.
• TRS-80: http://trs80.com
“06/14 MIX 4 SAUL”
It’s hard to place Anthony Dicap’s taste into one genre, but by mixing club, grime, hip hop, and do-I-smell-a-touch-of-EDM, the Brooklyn based DJ curates a mix that is, in one word, relentless. In his MIX 4 SAUL (also featured on the “BOYFRIENDS KIKI INTERNACIONAL RADIO SHOW”), he describes his sounds as futuristic, which is fitting and probably more realistic than the sounds other electronic music is imagining. Dicap plays with predicting a future than is as gritty and real as the world today, not one that is filled with lasers and flying cars. This mix, too, is filled with references to radio hip hop that humble and allow Dicap to be more experimental at other points of the curation. And, of course, Dicap does what he does best: proving that the queer NY scene bangs real hard.
• Anthony Dicap: http://www.anthonydicapua.com
Puce Mary’s vantage point in “Courses” is a summit of the Swiss Alps, where she glares down at the listeners as they ride the rails. An alphorn player duets ceremonially with Puce Mary, whose voice, affected with chorus, sounds as though it is submerged underwater, or interrupted by vortices and swarms of bees. Her voice is processed to the point of wordlessness: the lyrics become arbitrary; the listener absorbs the boiling inflections. Schools of high-ghoul sounds and static follow the tide, shifting in the mix from background drift to head of the class. The movement of the vortices, swarms, and schools seems to depend on the in-the-red pulse of a kettledrum, the zen eye of the storm. Thanks to its stubbornness, the pulse grounds the intensity, harnessing our heart rate that wishes to accelerate and to move with the tone-bending tide.
I admit the last paragraph is slipshod, and yet I can’t help but see all the above (all at once) while listening to “Courses:” mountains, alphorns, absorption, whirlwinds, schools of fish, swarms of bees, timpani, tides, storms, rails, and accelerating heart rates.
“Composition for Station V”
Long time pensive ambient and noise-into-drone sound sculptor, (and Retrograde Tapes label owner) Kraken Mare, is usually found brooding over a swamp brimming with baroness, but his good pal Jacob van Loon threw ‘em a stick while stuck in his Den, and gripped old Kraken on that straight profession commission kick. *breathes deep* And as finely tuned Loon is around every curve and corner, line and fill-in, Kraken Mare is right there with him, trailing along grains of synthetic textured patience, keyed with obsidian heavy fingers, and darkly lite vibes. It’s just always kinda nice catching up with a pal and getting shit done on the real. Pick up the phone and get dialing. Get some ink and paper and write that letter. shout out to that friend you haven’t shouted at in a minute and get them words going!