Stretched with no slack, resigned to repetition, grated strings singe plectrum after plectrum. The wound strums, wounded, resonate through hollows as Silvia Kastel aims anti-aircraft vocalizations at malefic heights. Guest percussionists follow the leaders with brick-heavy mechanizations. Hardwired hard lines cannot stall the climb.
The astral projections of gray shivers and echoes sail close to the wind, skirting it then steaming forward through circuitous streams, formed by burned rubber, of odd upended evensongs: meditations that got the nose of evil and tread while remaining in the cosmos, peaceably enveloping, nosediving over void.
Remix Collection 2009-2013
FUCK WITH IT. NMESH JUST FUCKED YOUR WORLD. FOUR YEARS. FUCK WITH Psychedelic Cat .GIFS Unlimited
• NMESH: https://soundcloud.com/nmesh
Alphabets (Denver-based producer Colin Ward) dropped the mammoth Thru Tha Rip at the tail end of 2013 and I’m still jamming it in the middle of the year on the reg. The album’s 70+ minutes of battering polyrhythms, kinetic synth melodies, and chilly cyborg atmospheres lead me by the hand down spiral stairs into a subterranean bunker zone stocked with enough drum machines, patch cables, and Carlo Rossi to survive the gottdamnn apocalypse when it hits. I jam tracks like “NASTY FUTURE” and “LEMON SLICES IN MY CUP” and I wonder under exactly what conditions such future-tech bangers could have been conceptualized/programmed/created in the real and physical world in this, the year of our demonic overlord 2014.
The video for album centerpiece “RAPTOR JAZZ,” created by Ward and a posse of ninja collaborators on the roof of the impossibly fertile Denver DIY zone Rhinoceropolis, snuck onto the Tube last month. I watch it and I begin to understand exactly what we’re dealing with here, and let me tell it straight to your face that it’s something like anarchism. No rules on the roof. No faces on the roof. Dance the way you want to dance. Feel how you wanna, too. Fire some fireworks. If I were present for the filming of this video, I would have blended right the F into the proceedings and poured some wine all over the face and umbrella of a masked compatriot in the name of that one “Clever Girl” raptor that made sure that hunter dude got got in act 3 of JP1. Jam this, jam it again (optional), and pay what you want to grab Thru Tha Rip on Bandcamp (mandatory).
A couple of weeks ago, we gave you “Just a Taste” of the new Batty Boys LP, and now Cock Rock is available to hear in full. While little is known about the group, the Batty Boys bring 80’s inspired riffs and a rock attitude that perfectly captures the Thunderzone vibe that Juiceboxxx has been cultivating with the label.
To be honest, anything coming out on Thunderzone warrants your attention, from the gritty “energy drink Americana” of 2 Ton Bug to the feel good club anthems of Schwarz, and now we’ve got a straight up rocker to add to the mix with Cock Rock. Stream the LP below, and cop a name your price DL while you’re at it.
• Thunderzone: http://enterthethunderzone.com
“Streets Of Trash”
Three years in the making, Apache Jackson’s debut album Auto Recall lands in listener’s ears August 21 via AMDISCS: Futures Reserve Label. And for the freegan in you, “Streets Of Trash” is the first single being release and premiered right here, on TMT, you’re home for everything in your life. Stoked on the track? Well, listen below!
Before the beat drops, there’s a flanged frosty sax chilling the atmosphere and echoing throughout the alleys, and then the beat grits in with swollen vocals and dubbed out horns popping in and out. Keys of the organ across the street from the church blend within all the sounds of the night, and Apache Jackson continues to kick and walk through “Streets Of Trash.” Around the middle of the track there’s a hesitation that eventually rolls back into the entirely of what urban living means to the grime of pop.
Apache Jackson is your guardian angel on this walk home, leading the way through the “Streets Of Trash,” toward the Auto Recall of AMDISCS: Futures Reserve Label. Seriously, August 21: the world will fall to its knees…