Lockbox is Denver-based beat wunderkind Jesse Briata. Since 2011, Briata has birthed three gleaming cassette tapes into the world — Archangel Heat, Passion Beam, and Hypersecret — along with a number of CD-R and digital-only releases. This is the part of my post where I say “Not Bad For A Kid Who’s Only 18 Years Old” and then we try to move on — but yeah, wait, whoa: Lockbox has yet to enter his third decade of life. I don’t feel bad kinda harping on this, because Briata broadcasts his age above all other information online. If I produced such idiosyncratic, vibrant music when I was 18, I’d do the same thing. You’re only a teen once. Or, you know, for 10 years. But whatever. Even if Jesse Briata was a 48-year-old bald actuary uploading his beats to SoundCloud from a mud hut in Yukon, I’d gobble ‘em up with the same delight.
Briata dropped an album called boi last month. Stream it down below to hear his scattershot breaks and dizzying electronic swirls sequenced together in Renoise collide with carnival-core synth lines and the thump of a Roland 404 — not unlike, say, Aphex Twin circa the RDJ Album trapped in the proverbial trap, tripping balls face down in the grime, wallowing real deep in the imaginary ball pit of an imaginary McD’s PlayPlace. boi has many highlights: the bonkers sing-song monotone of “PRIDENJOY,” the Dan Deacon boss battle max-out of “Ego Death” (complete with barking dog abuse), the Aaliyah sample that threads its way through “Yung Lil” aaaall daaaay looong. Ms. Haughton told us Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number when she was 15; Lockbox’s beats confirm her teen credo today. I’m gonna keep both my ears on him and see what comes next. The way he tells it, it might be something resembling a “rap album.” I’m on board.
• Lockbox: https://soundcloud.com/monstre
Shouts out to our film editor for calling our readership (potentially) fat because of all the progressive fashion and Mickey D’s ads we front, this here post is my second in a series of workout jams. So fast-track your walking shoes and get them pointer-fingers ready, because Octo Octa (Michael Bouldry-Morrison) is yet again ready to hustle the Hustle outta the “Hustle.” And if you haven’t been paying attention to him thus far, it doesn’t matter, because anytime is good to start! Just like not thinking and going on a run. But when you do, bring along the new Octo Octa single “Work Me.” Not only will it improve your endurance, stamina, and breathing technique (personally, mine is inhale through my nose every five steps, and exhale through my mouth the five steps after), but eventually look like you deserve all your clothes!
Keep on the lookout May 28 on 100% Silk for Octo Octa’s brilliantly named 2xLP Between Two Selves. I’m willing to bet you your copy that each LP is going to be a 45, and the experiences on both speeds will be fat-searing.
Ghost in the Shell; German hip-hop fans’ fetishization of Memphis occult rap; the global impact of the Low End Theory and L.A. beat scene; the recent resurgence of new jack swing; how annoying the word trend has become; and the critical importance of uniquely attractive cover art when blogs serve as the primary platform for unsigned/independent musicians: these have all come to mind over the last few weeks as I continually considered the spectral beauty of Russian producer feyorz’s latest release. That he’s managed to develop such a colorful canvas through seemingly minor tweaks and turns is made doubly impressive in light of the fact that he did much the same using drastically different sample materials on his prior effort, luvblvrs. (It took me over a week to figure out how that title’s pronounced, so don’t feel too old/dumb if you don’t get it immediately.) Spread the luv below.
So I’m on Facebook, minding my own bid-nezz, getting angular, and this well mannered and heartwarming young woman gets all virtual up in my gorilla. She all, “[Mmmdamn, boiii, hit this yuung Blackedout EP],” and I did, and it totally whisper-bumped the work-day stress right out of me. Then she called me a “bb,” and I don’t know what that means. But y’all remember this fellah Blackedout from the March 20 SPF420 event, right? That kinda TinyChat live event that’ll crash your shit if you ain’t on a MAC? IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’m playin’. It’s all part of them gust-vaped wireless waves tapping into your mind via ears everywhere. Yeah-yeah, OH HI!!!
And yes, Blackedout EP rides a new kind of beauty, hazed in a stratosphere of moisture and “Rose”-scented highs. But, yo, “You Don’t Understand” the level of where this brother finds sound and vibes it into drips of information snapping at what you call HD but what others call hi-hats, or drums, or IRL. The “Suede” of it bathes in milked-out floating bowls tapping at each other’s inner mantra of the smallest rumbles, rippling glass in bent matter, cutting soap into foam, serenaded by your mystery woman. THE mystery woman. Bathtub grind in the slowest of motions. Riding it all out atop the “Bambi” one comes in on, Blackedout haxx his talent deep in the clearest sounds this side of the internet.
Your body will soldier sweat. He’ll make you question your definition of attraction. Find him now…
Various Artists: Chico Dub
Hy Brazil Vol 1: Fresh Electronic Music From Brazil 2013
With the utterly justifiable rejection of that most grotesque, generic pigeonhole — World Music — comes the problem of engaging with compilations, like Chico Dub’s latest, that claim to offer a representative musical slice of a really rather massive geographic area.
It doesn’t help that many of the main protagonists in our little cross-cultural musical drama happen, like Chico Dub, to have silly names. And yet, in Hy Brazil Vol 1: Fresh Electronic Music From Brazil 2013, we get such a wonderfully eclectic, high-quality selection of tunes that it’s quite easy (and reasonable) to discard such post-colonial worries, at least for a little while, and enjoy ourselves.
Highlights include Tropkillaz’s gnarly, rough-edged trap; Paze’s perfectly executed jelly mould of squelching loops, and the rusty hi-hats on Bruno Real’s dark, uneasy tech-house.
In case that all sounds a bit serious, there’s also the expected selection of techno-brega, that most silly of Rio club sounds, which literally translates as “cheesy techno” and is probably brilliant when your not sat in badly lit Edinburgh office, like me. Strausz’s particular effort ends up morphing into what could easily be a junglist remix of Os Mutantes, and as such, walks a very thin line between brilliant and atrocious.
The compilation ends with Leo Justi’s “Invasor (Baile Metal),” apparently a hint at what some of the production in the new M.I.A. album might sound like. Slayer guitar riffs? Gratuitous gun shots? Baile Funk beat boxing? Sounds about right.
Perhaps more exciting is what didn’t make it onto the compilation, as our man Chico informs us that the “next chapter is going to be dedicated to experimental music: drone, noise, dark ambient, kraut, IDM, improv, free jazz, music concrete and sound art.”
Sounds great, Chico.
• Chico Dub: http://chicodub.bandcamp.com