Deb in graphics suggested three years ago that I should be taking Emergen C once a day to ward off negative body effects. This woman is in her mid-50s, but looks MAYBE young 40s. So I’ve been drinking that V-C since, no matter how much it fizzles into my eyes and/or nose while I be on the sip. One morning, I’m reading through my e-mails and gripped one from my deep pal Barnaby Bennett, which described and linked me to a Bandcamp album he was recently featured on entitled Fanta-C Plus by Yàocavé, and I dropped my Emergen C due to circumstantial disbelief. I haven’t cleaned it up since (both my disbelief or sticky vita-water). I figured I could just write an entire post about tweaking on Emergen C but after reading what Yàocavé wrote about the Jeunesse Cosmique release, I felt like it should be unblemished:
Offering up 10 tablespoons of sugary hypnagogic soda-pop in two flavors, Fanta C-Plus is a toothache too bittersweet to resist. Gingivitis lives in the effervescent brew of psychedelic pop experimentalism and pop culture references. Split into two distinct sides, Side A pours like a Pepsi Blue, reflecting the turquoise synths and smooth sweetness contained within, while Side B rips like an Orange Crush, a bright burst of noisy effervescence. Together, their sugary lo-fi mix comes across like a bittersweet dollar-store Chubby as opposed to the sleek and refined sweetness of such beverage giants previously mentioned.
Accompanying the record is a audio-visual medium hosted on You’re the Man Now, Dog or YTMND, an online community dedicated to the creation of memetic websites and internet junk. Launched in 2001, the website hit its peak between 2004 and 2007, since declining in popularity to reflect a nostalgic snapshot of early internet meme culture. Each song contains its own visual GIF website accompaniment hosted on this medium.
Yàocavé is too hot and Fanta-C Plus ships from Jeunesse Cosmique on Wednesday so pre-order ASAP:
Wind Atlas, if “Ecdisis” is any indication, sound a bit like Sioux Sioux after the Banshees broke up, if she had gone in a more interesting direction. Or maybe if Peter Murphy had started a project with Sioux Sioux? Something like that. Truth is, it doesn’t matter once those early Edge/Chameleons guitars, full of melodic urgency despite their simplicity, hit; the ritualistic feel of the backing turns up their immediacy even more, to the point where the whole composition seems to depend on them. But that voice, ringing through the ether, also needs something, anything, to happen, lest the sands of time swallow her whole. It’s a mystical, otherworldly trip that serves as a nice preview for Wind Atlas’ Lengua Ignota, a full-length, vinyl-only release that drops like an 80s scud bomb in March on the Gumshoe-approved Burka For Everybody label (Robert Turman, German Army, Puff!). If past BFE joints are any indication, Lengua Ignota is going to rule coolness at your school, or something like that; however, seeing as I have heard an advance of the record in its entirety, I can say that it FOR SURE schools your coolness rules. Or something like that. You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way Wind Atlas blows, people (down).
Here’s a tracklist:
1. Eurydice’s Chant
2. Sound Of Gold, Rythm Of Jade
3. The Sun Rises
6. The Goddess Is Where It Is Venerated
9. The Joy Of The Aluoniad
Industry (DJ New Jersey Drone Edit)
DJ New Jersey Drone takes Portland based Magic Fade’s 1080pツ release “Industry,” fucks with the vocals and adds an incessant kick-drum that stops and starts at will over some crazy synths and machinal sounds. The result is something otherworldly but completely made of man-made, industrial sounds, giving it a very grounded yet transcendent vibe. Hear similar work on DJ NJ Drone’s recent EP Energy, and take a listen to the whole Magic Fades remix collection here: it’s full of lots of different, hard-hitting and/or melodic experiments on already experimental source material.
Big time Olive Garden connoisseur, support, and stalker Paul Cherry just got ask about his watch, his answer: “Cherry Time.” And just in the holiday spirit – from the beloved release of On Top – old Cherry gets a bit more wild direction from Weston Getto Allen and Dorian Electra in terms of life and moral questions. So what’s it to you on VD Day? Taco Bell vs. Olive Garden! #FIGHT!
JK, I can’t steal that sorta #TOASTY from Paul Cherry. For crying out loud, he got away with making a video in Olive Garden without (I assume) having to sign away any legal agreement. Like, this is pure copy write infringement –somehow– but totally red handed and scott-free. Then packed up his shit (and his own personal GREEN MAN stand-in as both restaurants), went to tSmell, and did the SAME THING!
What I find personally intriguing here is the classist reactions of the two different restaurants. Like, it one becomes almost confrontational, and then tSmell is all about the initial [FACE] love. Or just less people staring at tSmell, probably because they’re being taped ordering/eating at tSmell. At least, that’s what I’d do with the entire menu in my mouth. The second intrigue I have involving this video deals with the way this green-suit (assuming that’s the color) person is NOT actually THERE, bending my reality during the bathroom ordeal and three-way scenes. Complete movie magic.
Complete music magic is within Paul Cherry’s most recent releases, On Top, featuring “Cherry Time.” Scope the video below and behold the marvel on this marvelous holiday:
“The Sexxxy Flexxxi”
+HIRS+ are not a posi band. They are, in fact, exactly as negi of a group as you’d expect from a transgender grindcore band fond of slogans like “Kill Cops Kill God Kill Self,” and “Looks Like Hell, Sounds Like Shit, Queer as Fuck,” but hey, it’s Valentine’s Day and they’re releasing an avowedly posi flexi disc, earnestly titled “The Sexxxy Flexxxi.” Look at these lyrics:
“puppies, pizza, xxxmas, weed lube, skateboards, sophie, fuckin, mitsu. these are a few of our favorite things, indeed. oh yeah, and tim dunn! the most perfect sweetheart human.”
See? It still grinds pretty hard, though, no fear.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Go do something nasty, with satirical yet political intent, k? We can all deal with positive feelings as long as their delivered through a vortex of filth and fury, right? So go stream it [here] and maybe spend the $6.66 on a nice floppy vinyl if you’re in the mood for love.
Just kidding, Valentine’s Day is a tool of the matrimonial-industrial-capital complex and cannot be saved.
• +HIRS+: http://hirs.bandcamp.com