After sharing a 21-second teaser and performing an extended version last week at RAY-BAN X BOILER ROOM 005, the new Energy Elixir and “sparkling future pop sensation” QT has finally debuted its new jingle “Hey QT” in full. But doesn’t it feel like we’ve already been listening to it for years? It’s as if the drink’s creators, SOPHIE and A. G. Cook, harnessed the most cloying earworms and pop tropes of the 21st century, shaped them into slightly grotesque manifestations, and then teamed up with the best marketers in the business to optimize it for mass consumption. The result? A song that provides its listeners with crisp focus, pure energy, and razor-sharp reaction.
“QT keeps me focused and energized so that I can compete at my best both on and off the field. It gives me the extra push needed to continually perform at top levels.”
– Miles Bowe
“I have to stay sharp, energetic, and focused all the time, whether it is before, during, or after a tough session in the gym. QT helps me do that.”
– Frankie Muniz
“QT allows me to be who I want to be, whether I’m looking for the best online gambling in NJ, the best vet in IL for the family dog, the best sports stadium in St. Louis, the best chiropractor in the Bay Area, or the best energy elixir in the world.
Experience QT here:
The Silent March
Another killer reissue from Southern California’s Students of Decay, this time from Secret Pyramid (aka Vancouver, B.C.’s Amir Abbey). After a limited cassette run by Nice Up International back in 2013, SoD is set to put out the vinyl edition of The Silent March. The label, as per usual, has been gracious enough to offer up a few sample tracks (“Outside,” “Come Down Gently,” and “Her Spirits”) for your perusal before the intended November release date. Each track slowly unfurls into a gorgeously warped slice of ambient/noise bliss that is as captivating as it is jarring (also take note of the righteous proggy undertones of “Her Spirits”). The LP comes out November 11, but be sure to get your pre-order in soon, as the first 100 get a free copy of a forthcoming live cassette!
“Drink, Smoke, Breakup (L-Vis 1990 4D Vocal Mix)”
So this is technically a remix of a remake. The remake is here. The original is here). And okay, they all sound very much alike. But that feels intentional for Night Slugs bossman L-Vis 1990, as we all know that he could make some version with a crazy spliced up vocal or one where machine noises drown out Mila J. Somehow L-Vis does a bit of both of those things, while still completely preserving the lyrics.
The original “Smoke, Drink, Breakup” stands out because of Mila’s delivery of the main lyric. It’s evocative, but is it too on the nose? Maybe, but the excessive outpour of emotion on a simple lyric calls to mind early 2000s R&B, which seems intentional. L-Vis 1990 adds his own dichotomy, robotic cuts of Mila’s voice with actual machine noises, keeping it current while still maintaining that nostalgia.
Wildly freeing in the MECHANISM of time, imagination presents all sorts of swirls and blunders while caved in and trapped by the nature of ground. Pushing forward is used through echoes bouncing back to frightened and quivering ears. As there is no way out, being placed back into the womb – only this time within the Earth – a calculated coldness devours your mental stability and anguish sets in as pitch as the lack of color. The only direction is down. There MAY be no way out. Accept the hand of MARRECK. Pull your imagination out of that self and into the sounds.
Teetering on the brink of madness, stumbling seems way less violent when the lights have been squelched. Tumbling rocks point a way out. Echoes flood all sensibilities. The way the hair on your arm blows with an entombed wind is the only glimmer of hope. “I gotta get out of this,” you pray to MARRECK, but faith is merely seeing how far you can extend internalized trust. Willfully using the MECHANISM as guidance, the deeper you hear, the further you’ll arrive to reality: pure white-noised doom.
Telsa Tapes snagged MARRECK’s MECHANISM in fear of entrapment, then shared it with the world. Will you find your way out?
• Telsa Tapes: http://teslatapes.bandcamp.com
All I Have
The latest club drug coming out of Atlanta goes by the street name REKchampa. Its newest strain, a particularly potent variation known as All I Have, is noteworthy for its intense side-effects. Those under its influence twitch uncontrollably to the pulsating rhythm of ’90s house before falling into a powerful trance, which often leads to a deep catatonic state. Indeed, so unresponsive does the user become that his or her body may actually begin exhibiting rigor mortis. Remarkably, and for reasons not yet fully understood, despite (or perhaps because of) this stiffness, the body will then resume its rhythmic spasms and continue to twitch ad infinitum. This is thought to be the final stage of the usually-fatal high. However, some unverified reports have it that the subject may awaken, only reanimated in a zombified state.
Now in its 28th day, the zombie horde still shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon. And while many familiar establishments along Main Street are boarding their windows and shuttering their doors, at least one local club-owner says business has never been better. “I mean sure, drink sales are down, but the kids keep coming back to dance, night after night. I’m talking lines out the door. They’re dancing before they get in the place and they’re dancing on their way out the place after we shut down,” says Al D. Votion, proprietor of Harsh Riddims Blood Sucking Cassette Co. “If it keeps up like this, pretty soon I’m gonna have enough dough to buy myself a second dick!”