>>>>>group name derived from a common, era-appropriate (1970s) device for storing phone numbers and contact information.
>>>>>>>>>>>group vocalists’ voices sound like a Rolodex in that a Rolodex is emotionless, gray, and quirky looking.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Jerry Seinfeld has probably made a witty observation about Rolodi (plural of Rolodex) at some point in his career.
>>>>>song title derived from a ray of colored light (color depends on what kind of gas is used) consisting of charged electrons in a vacuum tube.
>>>>>>>>>>>song’s modular-style synth lines resemble what a cathode ray may sound like in that a cathode ray might sound like a triangle wave pure tone.
>>>>>video combines random brightly colored patterns with shots of the band having a staring contest and views of the planet Earth at various magnifications. Video is presented in square format.
fcuk dance to this.
“Reality is on the TV.”
“First class ride on the endless express.”
“on and on hum errr may shteys.”
“something something something cathode rays.”
Open Mike Eagle
“Password (official unprotected file)”
We live in an age in which the modern (wo)man is simultaneously prefixed on protecting her/his privacy and convinced that (s)he deserves to be a full-fledged A-list celebrity, if not a social media icon turned reality TV star turned Fox News contributor turned snuff flick casualty.
…OK, so maybe I added that last stage for effect, but my point stands: we claim to desire privacy, but do everything within our power to broadcast our identities. We celebrate Anonymous and repudiate anonymity. (A recent South Park episode titled “Let Go, Let Gov” summed this up much better than I can.) The question then becomes, “How can we reconcile this apparent polarity?”
Or, noch besser, “Do we have to at all?” Perhaps the only reason we cheer Edward Snowden and jeer the NSA is that the former has used technology to make a name for himself offline while the latter can see through the digital identities we’ve so painstakingly created for ourselves. One defends our sense of self-importance; the other stands as an affront to it.
If the government really wants to placate its citizens, maybe it should forget about reforming its data collection policies and simply make all of the video, audio, and text it gathers available to we the people appearing and/or communicating therein. Then we could recapture all the drunken freestyles, shower solos, and other debauch we thought lived on only as fractured memories, edit these recordings to fit our preferred media, and live out our dreams as rappers turned singers turned porno impersonators.
The music video for harmonically gifted rapper Open Mike Eagle’s “Password (official unprotected file)” directed, shot and edited by David Maxime, explores some of the above ideas. Watch it!
“WORKOUT (SANCTUARY MIX)”
It’s 2014 and I still don’t love going to the gym. I never have, and I probably never will. Popping my headphones in and breaking a sweat to a grimy new track from Dreams, however, makes me feel like I just finished mad reps on the bench press – or whatever. Aptly named, Dream’s recent effort “Workout (Sanctuary Mix)” is a massive heater, duly manifesting the LA producer’s gradual stylistic relocation to a home-base in the club. With two tracks featured on a recent Bok Bok b2b Neana mix, Dream’s techno/grime explorations have shown hefty merit. “Workout (Sanctuary Mix)” is particularly powerful, with a slow rise exploding into a polarized mix of gigantic blistering bass, high end stabs, and vocal breaths that I can’t help but associate with marching orcs from LOTR. In addition to transforming clubs into saunas, Dreams also curates his own label, Private Selection. Loose weight purely by listening to “Workout (Sanctuary Mix)” streaming below:
• Dreams: https://soundcloud.com/dreamstrax
Despite all noble efforts to keep up with the new music of a given year, it often seems the records that completely consume my listening world are the ones that I don’t hear until early in the proceeding year. For 2013/14, Jib Kidder’s (real name: Sean Schuster-Craig)IV is undeniably that record.
Like many of TMT’s favorite albums of 2013 and Schuster-Craig’s other work, IV relies heavily on the re-contextualizing power of sampling. There are elements of both Andrew Pekler’s artful deconstruction and Dean Blunt’s ad hoc appropriation in Schuster-Craig’s approach, but the music that he creates with these techniques bears little resemblance to either of those artists. Instead, Schuster-Craig repurposes indistinguishable bits of rock music as the accompaniment for his own infectious power pop. Part of what makes IV so remarkable is how seamlessly Schuster-Craig’s organic instrumentation and songwriting is used in conjunction with his sampling.
Like Dean Blunt’s The Redeemer, it’s possible to ignore the sampling element altogether because of the structural integrity of both artists’ songwriting, but closer inspection of tracks like “Coincidence,” “Living in U,” and “New Crimes” reveal the hidden mutant aspects of Schuster-Craig’s pop. “Coincidence’s” drums are clearly culled entirely from some drum solo breakdown and as a result sound totally fucked when focused on. Similarly, “Living in U” plays with the odd metrical possibilities of a re-articulated drum loop in the context of Americana tinged pop while “New Crimes” blurs the lines between the acoustic space of a sampled loop and live instrumentation with it’s reverberant shoegaze. All of these moments are handled with the utmost subtlety and Schuster-Craig’s ability to imperceptibly create bedroom pop out of the forgotten moments in others’ songs illustrates the depth of his sampling prowess. It may be too late for IV to be your favorite record of 2013, but now seems like the perfect time for it to dominate your 2014 listening habits.
I saw this dude White Rainbow play at an awesome-warehouse-venue-turned-dance-club and he might have been kind of [not sober], because he kept turning the music down really low at peak tension-building moments in the mix, and would insist loudly into the microphone, “I’m not here to entertain you. If you want to be entertained, go watch Netflix on your laptop at home.”
Checking this new “Batman Palace” track out now at home on my laptop, I don’t much feel like cutting the rug, but then again my living room is about the furthest thing from a dance club. So, if I’m not entertained, what does it leave me? Call it mystified.
White Rainbow is releasing his first physical album in five years on February 11th entitled THRU.U. Vinyl pre-orders are available here. Stream the single “Batman Palace” below and be mystified:
• White Rainbow: http://whiterainbowpizza.bandcamp.com