Night Slugs oddball Beau Thigpen (a.k.a. Helix) brings us a straight up, repetitive, relentlessly filthy, and violent club track. What I love about Helix is the obsessive quality of his music: the same sound over and over yet there is still an intense forward motion. “diss trak” goes for more tangible content than his past work, which uses almost no vocal samples. Here, Helix draws from society’s preconceived notions of hip-hop (gun shots, anti feminist slurs, groups of guys yelling) and uses these elements so much that the violence becomes almost soothing and cyclical, or perhaps just numbing. The best part of it, though, is that I am probably reading too much into the poetry and politics of this track; Helix’s primary reason for producing this track (or “diss trak” I guess…) was so that it could bang in clubs. “And is that my iPhone ringing in the background? Oh, no, just the music…” Maybe it’s presumptuous of me to call “diss trak” a surreal American dreamscape, but just listen a couple times in a row… I’m snuggling in its icy, dangerous embrace.
That moment when you realize you’re watching a killer whale swimming next to a man with a triangle head who’s running in place is a moment of… I don’t know, not clarity. It’s definitely a moment I’m having over and over again as I keep hitting the play button on this Clip Art video while desperately trying to figure out a way to present it to you via ye olde Chocolate Grinder. “Brave Parents” is at once an oddball for the eyeball, meant to hype the new release from whoever this weirdo is on Scotland’s Instructional Media imprint. But perhaps more importantly it’s one hell of a snappy synth-pop tune. Surfing a similar wave as label-mate Henri Claudel’s, this one chews on the best bites of your favorite nerdy 80s tunes, and spits back out what might as well be a long-lost classic. Robotic beats with 90 degree angled corners, neon synthesizer streaks that glow like plasma, and a heavy-jawed vocal with just enough passion to be taken seriously; just enough apathy to be cool. When it’s spliced together with vintage instructional video footage, cyber-punk 3D imagery, and clips of what is surely thee Clip Art himself, this makes for one puzzling package… But it’s plenty enough to sell a record. Pick up a pre-order by dialing www-dot-instructionalmedia-dot-bigcartel-dot-com on your nearest touch-tone keyboard.
“Young Black Eyes”
Since The Pheromoans dropped their Self Titled tape on Night People Records, I’ve been an undying fan. When 2011 hit and they popped off FOUR FUCKING 12-INCHES (so.. 48-Inches in 2011). In 2012, they went two-deep, but last year we only got a lick of 7-inches from the fellahs four.
Now that 2014 has arrived at summer’s destination (well, I mean, tomorrow is the first day of summer), The Peromoans’ newest 12-inch Hearts Of Gold is ready to sway listeners to the heat. “Young Black Eyes” is one of their first singles for the season, and it’s perfectly cruise-beat prepared. Windows are down. Arms are outstretched. And we’re ready for take off! But be careful of them dark gazes, ‘cause around every shaded corner, them “Young Black Eyes” lingering up a storm of fun. Are you ready to take the plunge?
Thanks to Upset The Rythm, The Peromoans’ Hearts Of Gold LP/CD/digital is out now featuring “Young Black Eyes,” which is also streaming below, so scope:
“I Want To”
Turn your speakers all the way up for British Columbian D. Tiffany whose slow-churning house tracks sport what 1080p label-head Richard MacFarlane called “the areas in-between some sort of club and anti-club dichotomy” in a great editorial covering the upswing of digital DIY labels by Adam Harper earlier this month on The Fader. D. Tiffany (a.k.a. Sophie Sweetland) uncoils some head-space hypnosis on her first physical release from her new(er) moniker. “Tranq Moon” - the top summer jam out right now tied with the entire Caustic Window LP because daaaaamn Richard Davis James is a prophet - bookends the self-titled 52~ minute tape with “I Want To,” the direct and fierce coupling of minimal techno’s intoxication and dark, driving funk build for a sweaty, strobe-lit dance party. The two stretch the pervasive mix of grooves like siblings fighting over a Macho Man Randy Savage Stretch Armstrong in the very best way possible.
D. Tiffany is out now on cassette.
Pitbull feat. Jennifer Lopez & Claudia Leitte
“We Are One (Ole Ola)” [The Official 2014 FIFA World Cup™ Song]
Other than the World Cup being a repeat-faux WWIII – watching the battlefield, the politics, and big businesses all collide – Pitbull was hired with J Lo and Claudia Leitte by someone to sing “We Are One (Ole Ola)” [The Official 2014 FIFA World Cup™ Song]. Why did nobody tell me Claudia Leitte was the Celine Dion of Brazil, WTF? Pitbull did it right too, btw: went bald, shaved the rest, thickened his accent when singing, raps words together from his bastard son’s rhyme book he stole last he saw the boy sleeping (when Pitbull ONLY visits his abandoned/fatherless son)…. and became famous. J Lo is great, but 11 years older than everyone in this video, and much more appropriate in performance; I smell defeat on the rise, though and I’m all “:,( J Lo, gurl. You made it this far, but…”
Aside from all that “We Are One (Ole Ola)” [The Official 2014 FIFA World Cup™ Song] nonsense, listening to the FIFA World Cup™ has been a nice experience: it makes me feel more apart of a community in New York than I have ever before. And by that, I mean I caught myself talking alone in my car to and about nothing while listening to yesterday’s. I have noticed the American announcers pointing out individuals (celebrity; success) than foreign announcers talking about the TEAMS (community; cooperation). Also, other stuff. Got a coworker who’s all jacked about it. I’ve been blazing dozens of World Cup joints too.
But I still don’t understand the idea of rooting for one team. The only thing I have faith enough in is hating Pitbull’s flaccid swag so much I could probably hunt him down and make him pay for every word of “We Are One (Ole Ola)” [The Official 2014 FIFA World Cup™ Song] …that’s if I hear it 100 more times this summer, then I’ll do JUST that. Hope everyone is enjoy the games. Who likes that new soccer ball? OO, SPORTS!!