SKIN FADE [Deluxe Edition]
Way back in January, Dean Blunt dropped an all-originals mixtape called SKIN FADE, and though it came with no info or cover art (or artist name, come to think of it), the mix landed on our First Quarter Favorites list, largely because it was amazing and again unexpected from just about every angle. Unfortunately, the mix was removed almost immediately, where it’s stayed away, spoken of in hushed tones, for over six months.
But now it’s back. Blunt has just uploaded a [Deluxe Edition] of SKIN FADE for streaming/downloading via his new @jesuschrist3000ADHD SoundCloud feed. Interestingly, some portions are removed, some unheard, others renamed, and material previously labeled “Hype Williams” is now revealed to be an integral part of “the real SKIN FADE.” Go ahead and press play, sit on your hands, and listen to the whole thing:
Black Metal coming soon on Rough Trade Records.
Memory Leaks Onto The Rug
Apparent apparitions. Beguiling behavior. Captured climbs. Drunk drinks. Enticing experimentations. Filmed frames. Gilded glossia. Helpful highlights. Inclined inclinations. Jumbled jargon. Kind krust. Loitering limitations. Manic missions. Nonplus nouns. Organized organisms. Purposeful paragons. Quilted quality. Reserved recalls. Spent spectacles. Turned tourniquets. Unlimited universality. Varied variations. Waxed whispers. Xeroxed xenon. Yellow yelps. Zanny zigzags.
I was getting hyped on Shisa’s next dip via Postlife Digital and stumbled into Hope Sick Cola, the relatively new (two digital months = ?) label that hosts a heavy crossover of artists with PLD. Sisha, along side co-Hope Sick Cola heads Catsperm and Nekophiliac, are a label literally creating labels (check the cover art), but while newly bonded QT tout a blind “100% supernatural” elixir, Hope Sick Cola avoid any future class action lawsuit. Peek their third release. yeongrak’s D’Chrone is direct on the forty-eight milligrams of sperm glowing inside (a mere one percent of our daily value) or how little fuckbomb there is (zero).
With the USDA cracking down on “green” or “organic” or “unsupernatural” products, we can safely thank the open source feel Hope Sick Cola provides (Quick shout out to the legal team who brought a nine million dollar suit against Naked Juice for false “all natural” claims and sent out checks for $8.47 to whoever asked). Yeungrak describes the main ingredient of D’Chrone as “most of it is just confusion” which is one hundred percent correct and the man will never own us money (sorry sue Naked again).
Check the ingredients; stream “bok choy” aperitif; ingest D’Chrone at a pay what you like rate.
Yes! The world can breathe better now that “Dilemma (REFIX)” exists. Thank you, Drone, for reawakening the best parts of “Dilemma” without adding in any bullshit. It’s just what we need to revisit the highlight of Kelly Rowland’s career (sorry, it’s true). Not to discredit, but we all knew some grime version of this would eventually drop in the post-Aaliyah haze. I’m glad it’s finally here and I really appreciate that it’s delightfully minimal, and that it doesn’t use the all-too-imitatable Nelly “oh” as the main sound. Rather, it opts for a similar (and better?) stab made from Kelly’s vocal. Be right back, I’m going to watch the video twelve times.
• Drone: https://soundcloud.com/droneuk
Drophead vs. Silent Land Time Machine
Then: an idea is born, and travels physically from one brain into its surroundings, perhaps taking years to reach new adopters a few bird’s eye inches away on the map, evolving at the rate that mouths and hands and words can carry it.
Now: an idea is born, and instantly melts into liquid data that travels through the tubes straight into whatever brain might be waiting in the stream, spawning via mitosis the same idea ready to be hammered back onto itself and melted again.
Eric Craven’s drum performances with Hangedup as a key ensemble in the early 00s Montreal community orbiting Constellation Records enter into a teenage Jonathan Slade’s digital sphere. The band’s viola-led crescendos spark Slade into picking up the instrument himself. A decade later, Slade (Silent Land Time Machine) reaches out to Craven (Drophead) online to pass some tracks back and forth and compose as a duo. Slade’s own Holodeck Records preps the vinyl documentation of their collab, which marks the second proper outing for his SLTM (after his TMT-beloved I am no longer with myself…), and the wax debut of Craven’s Drophead project. Within a fraction of one human lifetime, the idea finds its way across the continent and back to its source.
Stream an excerpt from the duo’s monolithic two-part session From Ashes Comes the Day, premiering below, and slip into the pair’s shared dusk hallucination. Live-looped viola fragments swirl through their own afterimages into an overhead keening that covers a few acres of the stereo spread. The other available land breaks under the weight of multi-tracked guitar feeds punctuated by pickscrapes and rattling strings. Melodic phrases from both camps accumulate into a low-hanging vapor and recede as the molecules tug to separate into their most basic textural elements.
Keep your eyes on the Holodeck store for a preorder of From Ashes Comes the Day on limited edition vinyl. The duo’s suite swells through two sides to encompass a range of spectral territories best visited altogether, as far as the needle can carry on.