Like many Polish metal acts, some experimental bands from the Appleland seem to have a wider recognition abroad than in their home country. The Bydgoszcz based group Alameda 3 (now “reformed” under the name Alameda 4 to reflect upon the fact that the group has four members now) may very well be on the same track. With the video for “Humunkulus”, created by Magdalena Syboń, the band teases the listeners with their mind-expanding vision of dark, synth-fueled psychedelia. Hell, the band’s Bandcamp page description is like a psychedelic maniac’s wettest dream, with terms like “drone-ambient”, “krautrock trance”, “japanese noise-psychedelia” and “rock in opposition” being thrown around to concoct some sort of a lysergic monster. “Humunkulus” stays on the more droney side of the mirror, packing the 3-minute track with wailing synths a’la Acid Mothers Temple, tape loops playing back and forth and a healthy wash of white noise to cleanse our minds. Suddenly, the term “magical brutalism”, coined by group leader Kuba Ziołek and used by him to describe many of his projects, makes perfect sense. “Humunkulus” is violently soothing, as strange as it may sound.
Interpol’s still putting out records, and if you agree with our quintessential optimist Simon Chandler that evocations of melancholy have a self-nullifying effect with each consecutive release, then you’ll be happy to know that Institute are here to send you off into mild emotional purgatory! Lyrics can’t convey sadness if listeners aren’t totally sure what those lyrics are, after all, and for that reason, we’re doubly happy that lead singer Moses Brown has chosen to confuse his expressions of relationship ire through deliberate garbling and half-pronunciations. Wait, was that “relationship?” Equally possible, he may have been issuing a “rallying” call for “shins,” for some reason…
Formed in March 2013, the Austin-based band is releasing their debut EP Salt on Sacred Bones October 14. The initial bassline of the title track (listenable below) had me anticipating a secret cover of Joy Division’s “Disorder,” but thankfully, it ends up being so much more — and more punk — than that.
Saltines are the key! Your vocals are boring and comprehensible without them!
“Ghosttown” ft. Travi$ Scott
The latest Yung Lean press release (such a phrase need not exist in this or any other world) contains the following passage.
Yung Lean is wiser; self-confident and at the same time more complex. His lyrics are relevant to his new life experience, memorable and relatable in real time. You meet a person, who shares his experiences, his troubles and joys. The rhymes are still snappy, but now with poignant heart and soul.
But it’s a conspiracy. Yung Lean was built in a factory (read: some blogger’s living room). He’s the worst rapper of all time. The greatest accomplishment he can hope for is inclusion in Big Ghost’s Annual 10 Softest Niggas in the Game List, which would be fitting because the kid’s lyrics sound like they could’ve been ghostwritten by Pretty Toney’s pretty son Infinite Coles a.k.a. Moon God.
Fuck this shit.
• Yung Lean: http://sadboys2001.com
DUPPY GUN PRODUCTIONS
“MULTIPLY” [video version excursion]
• Duppy Gun Productions: http://www.duppygun.com
“I’M IN MY FEELINGS N I HATE IT” feat. Laolu
Maybe it’s just me, but there’s something so depressing about seeing the sun come up on a weekday, when you’ve been up all night and you did basically fuck all with your day (night). I’ve been on that vamp-life recently though, that pseudo agoraphobic bullshit. I’m thinking maybe it’s time to leave the crib, because I’ve been seeing things. This strange visage appeared in the blunt smoke last night, fucked if i know who that is. I’m not losing the grip though, LOL. I’m just in my feelings lately. It happens to the best of us tbh, look how Nietzsche ended up.
It’s all good however, this new DYNOOO has ushered in a new era for the kid. On the real, “I’M IN MY FEELINGS N I HATE IT” is on something vicious. It’s HEAVY. It’s kind of like the ghostly shadow of E+E’s Fire Gut. Laolu cuts deep too. Check it. You done came up DYNOOO. You done came up for the better.