A Glimpse of Paradise: Various Artists
The Rough With The Smooth
Groovin in my tighty whiteys with a pack of menthol fags.
Fake tan streaks on my thighs like a sepia Cy fucking Twombly.
Blastin Toto’s Rosanna and scratchin my balls, I sprinkle talcon powder on
my mirrored desk to impress the sleeping woman next to me.
She rouses from her slumber with an acrid belch.
“shut this shit off,” she whispers.
I turn it up and sing “ALL I WANNA DO WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING IS SEE YOUR EYES.”
She pulls a tape walkman from her bag, puts on her headphones and turns away from me.
A Glimpse of Paradise put on delicious parties in Newcastle Upon Tyne, often featuring some of the 14 acts collated for this cassette, their first release. It’s an eclectic affair, kicking off with a killer trio; Molly Nilsson’s jolly filicide shanty “All Children Are Going to Die”, Ravioli Me Away’s glorious misandric revenge anthem “Cat Call” and the twinkling lo-fi pop of San Francisco’s Group Rhoda. Design A Wave bring a Yacht Rock smoothness that compliments Lucy Jones’ pastel artwork, while it’s left to White Night and The Wharves to bring a bit more rough and tumble into the mix. The collection finds its coherence in grappling with the fringes of 80s pop, winking and blinking in the light of its C86 forebears, but there’s also a welcome sense of humour that is most evidenced in Cousins’ Journey-channelling tribute to being “stuck in a bacon roll” and The Rebel’s Casio Sade cover.
Don’t wake up!
[Editor’s Note: YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
• A Glimpse of Paradise: http://aglimpseofparadise.wordpress.com
Buddhist monks are fast to rid the body of toxins and clear the mind. I’m out of bread and eating jelly with a knife, reaching that nutritionless high where you feel airy and lightly tremble. Portland trio U SCO chose pulsating rock over jelly and reach that heavy weightlessness too which is cool.
U SCO is two-thirds math rock crew The Jezebel Spirit The and one-third the guitarist from avant-rock crew With Eyes Abstract. And Treffpunkt — their debut full-length and second offering in three years — takes a solid step up in production umph from 2012’s NEST which, while retaining it’s raw we’re-in-a-basement feel and featuring alto sax, packs less of a punch. It’s lead single ‘Iguana House’ twines styles from both acts, peaking with energy and creating this rad, zen experience where motion is constant and I can’t sit still.
Pre-order Treffpunkt — it’s out September on New Atlantis Records
This new Bryant Canelo ain’t no foolin’ nobody! I know where you been, bruhh. And 928/cold sweat is that other-side swag. So what if you and me only met like for an hour of our lives IRL. I got this connection I pick up immediately while listening to side A too. It’s mostly conjured by your VOICE being in the piece as this sort of meta-narrator and/or -disc-jockey, and to be honest, the whole bit got me all shocked. And it was never a question of if you COULD, but you DID, and here it is as 928/cold sweat.
What the fuck am I talking about? Yo, is that smooth Bryant Canelo post-beat swag. Like how D/P/I creates an atmosphere based around originally BEAT-EM-UP aesthetics, Canelo does the same, but at times with speed just grazing footwork/break, or vocal loops as good as a bass and snare, and them fucking chimes!!! He beats the shit outta chimes, y’all. But what’s the soul here? Is it the sampled basis? The way Bryant plays MC in a music concrete-esque way? Or the mental generation of how the future of beat music is starting always, and the fellah is so close to the cusp it’s borderline NSFW… even just listening! LOL - this zither-beat track! YES!!!!!!!!
Scope below and snag from my deep close, super close personal pals Bootleg Tapes:
Timm Mason has popped up in a handful of Seattle-based projects, having logged time in Midday Veil, TJ Max, and his long running solo act Mood Organ. The latter moniker is where I was introduced to him, as he has performed a number of times as part of the ongoing MOTOR night, a series of shows sponsored by Debacle Records that showcases the Northwest’s growing scene of psych-influenced dance music. With The Lost Levels, out now via Debacle, Mason presents two long-form, contemplative drone pieces that possess an intimate charm that sounds as if Mason is performing right in front of you.
On “Shadow Guide,” the second track off the The Lost Levels, we find Mason starting out with a somnambulist tone that weaves in David Milford’s violin that is as haunting as it is disarmingly gorgeous. The intensity builds over the track’s twenty minutes, and for maximum enjoyment it’s best to just sit back, sip on a cup of tea, and let the music do it’s thing. Mason makes the most with few musical elements, and the whole CD has a hypnotic feel that is impossible to ignore once it starts.
“What I Knew”
NOBODY uses the word “hailing” anymore when someone comes from or starts out [in a certain city/state/country/place]. Especially in terms of Quinn harkening (??) from London, Ont. Especially in her newest track “What I Knew.” She ain’t too enthusiastic about coming from anywhere, maybe. To be honest, I don’t know her, but I’m WAY into the lax-wave she’s fronting in this video (made by internet’s biggest crush, Molly Soda). And going along with most of Molly’s OTHER visual works online, Quinn’s lyrics fit parallel in terms of feminism that doesn’t dictate a need for power, but just doing what-ever-the-fuck (WETF). The vocals are more of a dead give away of this WETF vibe than the (video) frame these ladies are being possessed/catpured within, as in the lyrical contemplation of knowledge, or in Quinn’s words, “What I Knew.”
The most welcoming part of both Quinn’s breathy lyrics and Molly’s art: it’s completely non-threatening in slightly drastic ways. For example. Or just Quinn toying with the notion of mentality and it’s lasting ability to remember a familiarity with someone (i.e., “you”), but noticing when “you” faltered in habit of personality. Also, the video is straight-up girl party, so what? Fuck on the way cake is being eaten here. It’s worth ever finger-licking morsel. Juuuuuuuuuuuuust kick dance:
• Quinn: http://quinnread-baxter.bandcamp.com