If the introductory decaying harp melody in the beginning of Ep 1 didn’t disorient the mood enough, the entrailing beat that dives in there-after will lead listeners into the maniac of Plebeian (a.k.a. Andrew Nerviano). More like those bits of Vin Diesel running through the rocky terrain in Pitch Black, Plebeian’s music is the adrenaline fuel needed to rush through the darkest caverns, applying the body mechanics and movement of dance, whilst traversing a landscape akin to razors. There’s a labyrinth of fissure that boils in Ep 1, and spillage is the least of your concerns. A hazy has been built around Plebeian’s sound, and it’s altering the reality between what is club and straight mixing.
Plebeian is the dude who mastered the Mind Dynamics ALL TERRAIN (TMT Review) release on Bootleg Tapes. So, yeah, now you can see where the dude is spitting from. So head on over to Sweat Equity, and grip a CD, stat. In the meantime, enjoy Ep 1 streaming below:
• Sweat Equity: http://sweatequity.nyc
“U Mad” ft. Kanye West
Happy birthday to @kanyewest the most influential artist of the millennium its a fuckn blessing to have u as a friend n mentor
— VIC MENSA (@VicMensa) June 9, 2015
— KANYE WEST (@kanyewest) March 16, 2015
Vic Mensa’s debut studio release, Traffic, is set for release this year on Roc Nation.
“Some Are This” (Official Audio) & “Weak Robe”
So, Zac Nelson has been fucking with sounds throughout the years. Even a stint with James Ferraro, if I’m not mistaken. Been in some deep label lineage and discographies. Gets on the LP, CD-r and CS train, the like. And then you hear “Some Are This” and immediately (negatively) question”WHY?” There’s really no reason for Zac Nelson to sound like Animal Collective indie-ische. But think of the title: “Some Are This.” Then recognize the flagrantly marketable credibility of the (Official Audio)’s video in term. Zac Nelson is just toying with us, no? It’s an admission, if you will, that an album of his won’t always reach realms you’re wanting to drift toward because “Some Are This.”
Then Zac Nelson comes in with the “Weak Robe,” wielding a kick-in-the-head beat that’ll berate your need to nod along. Nobody will ever listen to the music you listen to, so enjoy with caution, dear listener. As even Zac Nelson can progress that television commercial sound you dread during ever sponsorship break. Flick off the mute button. Learn something from a master crafter. Zac Nelson is adorning a “Weak Robe,” and is looking to smash. Find his newest bit on Styles Upon Styles Records for the full effect.
Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress
It’s a pure blessing when one discovers a new Beat Detective piece of work. And Beat Detectives (a.k.a. Chris Hontos, Aaron Anderson and Oakley Tapola) are TRUE pieces of work. Like, Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress arrived in my ears by-way of Landon, who said it was sent to him and wasn’t sure of any release details pertaining. The next few months, all I listened to was Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress, heard nothing about a release and couldn’t find shit online about it, so I knocked it into my hard drive prison for later on in life. But then I caught wind of Beat Detectives releasing something on Not Not Fun June 23, and upon going to the trio’s SoundCloud, I found exactly what I had been looking for: Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress on double cassette via Where To Now.
Briefly, Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress (and generally the Beat Detectives) is complete outsider expertise. There’s beauty within the smearing. Plenty of goodies brandished in razorblades. Turns that only lead to a labyrinth. A grime of sample trickery that only raves your mind in light without perpetual regurgitation. Only. One. Ear. Pierced.
Still on sale. Still a double cassette. Still limited to 60 copies. Still Beat Detectives. Still Boogie Chillen / The Hills of Cypress. Still Where To Now. Chill:
Ashley Paul’s recharged label Wagtail label printed its first release (fifth overall) of Olan’s Monk in May. Through heavy synth lines and deary vocals often strung together to create a closed space, with wide-eyed unabated consciousness, Olan has manicured an unsettled anointment of heart and home in Monk. Take the upbeat plea of “Saint Heartless;” here, Olan barely breathes, singing and rephrasing “I need you to say that you need it from me” over two and a half minutes before finally ending with “say that you only need me,” a partial beg for confirmation without seeming entirely enthused. Only to get further into his head on the next track, “Saint Homeless,” Olan wades in self-doubt over a killer dizzying beat, blending-on-high “what am I” with an affirming chorus for a conflict with the casual: “Casual life, casual death, what am I.”
“Saint Heartless” and “Saint Homeless” sit back-to-back on the first half of Monk and, along with the other five tracks, feature this unpolished, blown-out pop distress made out of restrictive old equipment, found sample banks, and the effected voice. Check out the video for “Saint Homeless,” which we have the pleasure of premiering here:
Olan’s Monk is available for purchase on Wagtail’s website as a numbered edition of 200 cassettes, handmade by Ashley Paul and designed by Olan himself.