“Wut U Do (Cromie & Sage Caswell Remix)”
All u silkworms are in for a treat this time around, thanks to American dance duo Newbody. If they are indeed an L.A./Detroit duo as 100% Silk claims, that makes total sense, ‘cuz it captures some of the timeless Detroit-y vibe while going pedal-to-the-L.A.-metal as a late night cruise down an empty 101 (top down), as glamorous as your lover’s earrings hitting a neon light on the Sunset Strip. The track opens with that J-Dilla siren but that and a Detroit connection are about as far as the similarities go. Don’t know where to pin it genre-wise other than “House” x100, lil garage, and a few warbly hi(n)ts of acid tucked deep in the mix for good measure.
The variety of percussion sounds alone and creative use thereof makes this track a total killer. Add in a chugging, mutating bass line, above-the-clouds keys and cool-as-crystal vocal samples, and you got a track that contends with any of this fall’s heaviest hitters. Da bodies mix it up 100 different ways here without getting carried away glitching and twitching and kitsching until winding up with a track that only grooves on some theoretical post-structuralist level. If you have to quote Deleuze for your track review make sense, you probably can’t dance to it. Fuck outta here with your theory bro we’re on the dance floor!
Should I have done some research into Cromie & Sage Caswell? As a writer, yes. As a dancer, not necessarily. This release as a whole marks the fourth release for 100% Silk offshoot House of Silk, which right now is at the top of Papaya’s “Labels to Watch.” Only 150 pressed?!??!!??!!?? Grip it here ASAP!!!!! [Editor’s Note: Agreed, “WATCH” it carefully, as HOS003 is MIA, rn; What was the third House of Silk release??]
A previously digital-only full-length effort from Chicago project Moon Bros (guitarist Matt Schneider) entitled Frijolillo gets a second chance to quietly split open your dome thanks to a small run cassette edition on Haley Fohr’s L&L Records. A local fixture in the overlapped folk, improv, and jazz scenes, Schneider’s recordings capture his improbably dense bursts of fingerpicking dusted with upper-register licks that escape in flashes between the tumblings of the lower strings. Flamenco-esque tremolo runs weave through lattices of arpeggiated activity, abutting half-time passages of elegant melody that channel the blues, ragtime, and Takoma traditions. Schneider’s song structures seem so loose and spontaneous that they must, you think, be improvised, while the dexterity and effortless lyricism of his playing attests to untold hours of woodshedding, to the point that such tossed off virtuosity has become his standard.
Opener “By Some Grace” pairs the continual churn of Schneider’s inspired six-string and harmonica exploration with diegetic flourishes of police sirens, chimes, and birds captured in his recording. If this track and “First She Whispered (She Sang), Then She Danced” stretch into fugue state rituals by way of their long-form meanderings, the miniature blitzes of “o-t-r,” “dropout,” and “Reed’s Castle” cram enough notes into their tiny durations to choke a horse accustomed to, say, the more reasonably tempo-ed finger style neo-baroque of Glenn Jones or Daniel Bachman. On “pistil,” Schneider switches to electric and squeezes tinny tones out of his amp to yield a standing hiss over the session that quavers under the intensifying weight of his improvisation. Late in the album, the low-key stunner “Juarez” pares down the pyrotechnics in favor of a gorgeous rubato zone charged with yearning melodies and spiraling chordal runs. The marked differences in recording quality between these tracks imbue each session with a distinct time stamp and atmosphere, enlisting the physical reality of his tracking site as an active collaborator in his creative process.
Frijolillo is available to order now from L&L Records.
• L&L Records: http://www.circuitdesyeux.net/ll-records.html
“Girl Full of Joy”
Rick Weaver just bouncing all OVER the place, wtf? Well, HERE, he’s getting heavily involved with some video directing and editing, starring a fairly familiar cast, and the bludgeoning sounds of Profligate’s “Girl Full of Joy.” But it makes sense, since Rick is in Form A Log with Noah Anthony. And who’s stoked about the newest Social Junk tape on Ascetic House? I ain’t linking SHIT. Find it yourself. It’s worth the personal discovery.
Anyhow, Profligate is being given the honor of snagging Not Not Fun’s 300 spot in their discography on LP and cassette entitled, Finding The Floor. So shit yeah it slays. Yeah, it’s fucking DARK in the calmest way a drum can enter and bounce around your skull’s interiour like a poker-gun bullet. “Girl Full of Joy” is proof that Profligate killed Lincoln. Time travel ain’t no joke. Neither is this video.
Keep on the lookout for Finding The Floor via Not Not Fun on LP/CS!
“Breakin’ Thru” / “Hurnin’ N Burnin’”
I have total confidence in Yung Hurn. If his previous endeavors have any proof that lyrics come naturally to the fellah, then you’ll probably be cracking up to “Breakin’ Thru” and “Hurnin’ N Burnin’.” Yo, and pain medz make you go THROUGH things. Esp. with herniated shit, literally. One day you in the bathtub full of water and you just plopped a baby’s arm sized dump. And you just look down and stare. Yung Hurn captures this feeling EXACTLY. It’s fucked. I want a pink and black Compton hat that looks like I just ripped some DEEP ass. The question still remains: what did Yung Hurn do rip up ‘dem guts? Fuck insurance and doctors and procedures and shit. You gettin’ your, Yung Hurn. LOVE!
“Hurnin’ N Burnin’”
• Yung Hurn: https://soundcloud.com/dreggyatlas
Night & Tickets
Actually I Really Hate Summer
Let the air out of your neighbor Deb’s tires, stave off the urge to dig through the dirt to talk to worms, and call your best friend’s actual best friend: Constellation Tatsu has finally birthed some new tapes into the world!
Out of the Tat’s stellar fall batch, Night & Tickets’ Actually I Really Hate Summer has been my go-to shower soundtrack as of late. The tape’s variety of scope has helped immensely with the soaping of my pores. Been scrubbing good and hard to this jammer. I’d never heard of Night & Tickets before this little old tape, but the project’s sheer amount of stacked sounds has definitely changed all of that. Hell, Actually I Really Hate Summer might even make it’s way into my top 50 albums of the year (be on the look out for TMT’s much labored over, little read Year End List in the upcoming future).
In addition to the mind melt that is Night & Tickets, peep the rest of the batch right here. Kara-Lis Coverdale’s A 480 may (gladly) make you barf due to its repetitious builds and pounding consistency; 555’s Swan River Yogue could in fact destroy and rebuild your pathetic body into a perfectly glossy representation of your former self; and Xepter Rose’s Selenitic Landscapes will perchance slay your frontal lobe to the nth degree and cause you to move to Wisconsin to grow cheese, or whatever they do there. By all means, what a freakin’ batch, am I write(r)?!?!
• Constellation tatsu: http://www.ctatsu.com