Super Saiyan Vol. 1
eeEEEeeee [in my Sicko Mobb Auto-Tune’d shriek]! From them dreadheaded prettyboyz out West in the Chi, Lil Trav and Lil Ceno, a.k.a. the imitable Sicko Mobb, comes an unexpected bestowal of a blessing for This New Year of 2014 — Hark! Super Saiyan Vol. 1, a Forgiato-skreechin’, Robin Jeans-sportin’, Kemo-walkin’ journey through the Molly-booted bubblegum of Chicago’s bop underground.
You’ve maybe already heard Sicko’s early YouTube buzzers like “Hoes Be Goin’,” “Remy Rick,” or “Fiesta,” with their endlessly cyclical melodies and footwork-fast BPMs, but the end of 2013 saw Trav and Ceno transforming into full-blown visionaries, setting a new standard for rap-sung insanity on the Lil Durk-featuring “Maserati” and pushing their poignant melodicism into irresponsible levels of gorgeousness on the Mudd Gang-produced “Remember Me.”
The point: even if you don’t like hip-hop, especially if you don’t care for drill, or, if you like music, tune in with Sicko Mobb, like, right now. K?
• Sicko Mobb: http://www.audiomack.com/artist/sicko-mobb-10
Tea-stained with a dirty cream finish, these machines were once the gatekeepers of a world that represented our eminent future. They once filled us with assurance and ambition as users standing on the precipice of a panoramic unknown, a customized, digital eden. In a new world, their circuitry has been left to rot, their shells shipped to an updated purgatory en masse, where system buses and motherboards are unplugged, rewired, and reconnected. McLuhan’s global village has been raised to the ground and programmed anew. It forms a different kind of Vista, one where the soul is hardwired to an operating system that refuses to upgrade. But postcards tailored from old packaging present an auspicious landscape, where the corners are crumpled and frayed and there is still promise; there is still a beautiful life to be had within this decay.
• Computer Decay: https://computer-gaze.bandcamp.com
Sun Araw Band X (feat. DEEP MAGIC + DRACULA LEWIS)
Kicking off 2014 is a little reminder from the age-old TMT favorite Sun Araw. Recorded from Sun Araw Band X’s Euro tour last spring, Live ROMA roars with lingerers and slimmers. Including a DOPE-ASS collab between DEEP MAGIC and DRACULA LEWIS. Stream directly below:
Also, scope they’s tour zine here, maybe by The Prophet Alisa Lyudinshina.
However, looking back one last time at our Top 50 of 2013, I figured I’d dish out a bit of goofball judgement. So, to flagrantly rip off Flavorwire, and without further ado, I bring to you: “Know thy digital self via stereotyping you by your favorite Tiny Mix Tapes album:”
• Paisley Parks - Бｈ○§†: Lurkers who have no problem relentlessly and absentmindedly trolling through text communication.
• Grouper - The Man Who Died In His Boat: Saps too lazy to find something else that sounds exactly like Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill.
• Death Grips - Government Plates: Conspiracy theorists who believe that playing all the Death Grips albums simultaneously reveals deeper meaning to our government’s secrets.
• Jenny Hval - Innocence Is Kinky: Transcendentalists looking for them 1990 lyrics and vocal rhythms; looking, but not touching.
• Chief Keef - Almighty So: Internet big-wigs who talk with their hands behind the computer screen while nobody can see, but still get their point across.
• Ahnnu - World Music: That chill-ass homebo[d]y who do work on the outsider forums and blogs, but ain’t always around, so you know they live outside in the world, on occasion.
• Colin Stetson - New History Warfare Vol. 3: To See More Light: Those who secretly LOVE Justin Vernon, but don’t publicly download or share shit by him out of embarrassment.
• Wolf Eyes - No Answer: Lower Floors: Folks who remember the internet being a skeptical and muck-ridden playground of wormholes.
• Lee Noble - Ruiner: Faux-techies who get super bummed out about building a computer o listen to Lee as their victory music after putting it all together.
• Nmesh - Nu.Wav Hallucinations: Emulator players who listen to the lag between game OSTs and hours of recorded VHS to digital late-80s MTV programming.
• Matana Roberts - COIN COIN Chapter Two: Mississippi Moonchile: Writers who can convey their text as though they’re actually talking through the monitor.
• Bill Callahan - Dream River: Finger lickers who take a long time to type anything.
• Danny Brown - Old: Going from the club to the streets, “you know you ALWAYS on ya touch screen, yo!”
• Inga Copeland - Higher Powers: This is the person who aggregates a lot of presence and sensibilities in the digital world, but remains virtually nonexistent.
• James Blake - Overgrown: Keeping a presence through social networking is the only way people know this person emotionally feels empty.
• Dirty Beachs - Drifters/Love Is The Devil: Travelers who only hold friends online and contact them while flying overseas, jetlagged, and hallucinatingly shaving, maybe.
• DJ Rashad - Double Cup: Texters who wear soft socks and are obsessed with slick-cleaning their apartment floors.
• Dean Blunt - Stone Island: Perfectionists who can capitalize on word-limited text boxes by getting directly to the point. @400?
• The Knife - Shaking the Habitual: 18/ghost-maybe/middle stall
• James Ferraro - NYC, HELL 3:00 AM: Those so burnt out on bohem art-shows in Bed Stuy yogi centers they started literally LOLing in Auto-Tune IRL.
• The Body - Christs, Redeemers: Guntoting misanthropes pretending to be tough while hanging out in yuppiefried providence.
• Lucrecia Dalt - Syzygy: Transgressionally-driven, avatar-wielding pornographists interested in whatever, just let the sex-line drop and get on with the show.
• D/P/I - Fresh Roses: That gorilla-terrorist software hardwired beneath the Astoria high-line singling wi-fi hacks into minds across the five boroughs transmitting from Eagle Rock, Los Angeles.
• Laurel Halo - Chance Of Rain: People who only call Laurel by her first name, even if she doesn’t remember their first name.
• Sean McCann - Music for Private Ensemble: Sound-collage recorders who use their favorite freely downloaded production software to remember the last wedding they attended and captured via cellphone mic.
• Beyoncé - Beyoncé: You type sexy as hell. You wi-fi like ya own the net. You distract rumors about everything in your life by releasing an unannounced album.
• Forest Swords - Engravings: Forum assassins who slice into topics without remorse and continue to come out swinging.
• Arca - &&&&&: Listeners who denied having heard Yeezus or even FKA Twigs for pretentious particular reasons.
• 18+ - MIXTAP3: Literal junkies logging into chat rooms looking to get off while pretending to be the opposite sex, inevitably with someone doing the exact same thing.
• Graham Lambkin / Jason Lescalleet - Photographs: You will not find these people on the internet; these listeners are out in the real world doing things.
• Autre Ne Veut - Anxiety: Karafun.com goers who sing with their laptops in the closet to early Salt-N-Pepa tracks, but should really be hitting up the karaoke joint two blocks away with four new potential pals.
• Kanye West - Yeezus: You know who you are…
• Pharamkon - Abandon: Eh, no big deal, right? Just download some music, listen to it real loud, and then BOOM: therapy. Let’s get a bottle of water.
• Julia Holter - Loud City Song: The processor light flickering inside each one of our computers that holds the key to our every bit of digital life.
• Oneohtrix Point Never - R Plus Seven: See preset #4.
Since Geneva Jacuzzi tells us she’s never celebrated Christmas before, it may be true that last Christmas she didn’t give us her heart. But this year, during “Another X-MAS,” to save us from tears, the princess of lo-fi synthpop gifted us – even or perhaps especially the naughty ones – with her Kate-Bush-goes-minimal-wave antics applied to holiday paranoia:
“I don’t know why, but I became obsessed with this temporary X-mas tree lot across the street from my building. I think it’s a front for some other sort of ‘shady’ operation. Or maybe I’ve been having emotional problems.”
If you thought Dali’s cards were the avant-garde’st Christmas thing, you better think again, and be prepared for a side of earworms. But what was that under the tree? Santa Claus will make you happy (in your pants) with a toy on Christmas Day!
• Geneva Jacuzzi: http://www.genevajacuzzi.com
Lil B "THE BASEDGOD"
05 FUCK EM
Everyone crash the internet this Christmas. The ego of Lil B “THE BASEDGOD” has done gripped your ears once again, and this time: HE’S MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE BIRTH OF CHRIST. Okay, okay — so what? Black Friday is more important. Comic book heroes, The Matrix, even Yeezus was more important. Actually, FUCK Yeezus. Specifically, 05 FUCK EM.
People been shittin’ butt-naked with their guns in they bathrooms since 100% Percent Gutta in June. So, like, for more than half a year, people been trolled into stuttering about the latest dynasty of Lil B “THE BASEDGOD,” with the occasional screw and “spaz remaster.” But this here is 05 FUCK EM: “a five-disc mixtape.” Makes sense, right? Well, your holiday sucks anyhow, so now’s your chance to make it much better. Stream below and be somebody:
• Lil B “THE BASEDGOD”: http://www.datpiff.com/profile/LilBtheBasedGod