It seems like ever since BBNG’s buzz began building two years ago with the release of their “Odd Future Sessions” video, the boys themselves and perhaps whichever – if any – PR machine is behind them, have been hell-bent on promoting the group’s music as being somehow removed from, or even evolved beyond, the jazz idiom; as if the words “jazz” and “bop” are code for “old-man music.”
[If that’s the case for you, then it’s probably because you, like the BBNG players, are in your early 20s or even younger, but unlike them, you aren’t currently enrolled in a Humber College jazz program and your only exposure to jazz comes from sideways glances at your grandpa’s record collection. What you need to do is realize that your grandpa was/is a bad (grand)motherfucker and go digging through said record collection.]
Pardon me for getting sidetracked there. The point I was getting to is that, contrary to what’s been said in countless interviews and blog posts, BBNG’s music up until now has NOT been removed from the jazz idiom at all, really. The only thing they’re doing differently than the typical modern jazz group, as far as I can tell, is playing popular hip-hop instrumentals. Still, putting one’s own spin on the non-jazz hits of the day is in fact a jazz tradition — one that’s as old as the genre itself.
This new song “CS60,” off their forthcoming III album, might be their farthest step in a new direction, but it still at least nods to fusion. Nevertheless, whether BADBADNOTGOOD is most comfortable being called a jazz trio or a synth-beat-rock outfit or just a group of musicians, they do bring something young and fresh to a genre that’s too often unfairly dismissed as old and stale. Stream it below, daddy-o.
• BADBADNOTGOOD: http://badbadnotgood.com
...It’s Jayle Time!
“...It’s Jayle Time!” someone yells out with intoxicating sour-mash breath. Young widows crying as they see the cuffs tighten. Mentionings of this is only his job. Fingers pointing every which way. Moods are at an all-time whatever. “Pull Me Back to Hell” is echoing throughout the night and it’s a familiar voice. Jaye Jayle repeats again and again on the mind, humming out thin lips. Systematic [anything] feels distant starting out “Evil Windows.”
Check this out: the good news is that Jaye Jayle released two tracks off ...It’s Jayle Time! as a single. “Evil Windows” and “Pull Me Back to Hell” is out now via Sophomore Lounge Records on 45 rpm 7-inch vinyls. Bad news is there’ve only been 300 made. Which means, there probably won’t be any around after you’re out of the slammer (read above, you’re going to JAYLE.) Stream the album below and grip the single at Sophomore Lounge:
The Found Tape
One of those hot nights when ice cream drips on shoe tips and never crusts along the corners of your mouth, hours later. Staying out past curfew, passing plenty of cops, and thinking invisibility exists and is possessable. Going to the park and hanging upside-down on the money bars: drinking games; the gentleman at the station who bought the beer didn’t even accept the change “tip.” Coinage rattling as it falls upon the wood chips. Show setting up in the roundhouse. Bandanas and booze soaked clothes. Only walking around with boxers on; backpack filled with clothes, cans, and tampons.
Run just tapped out the older crowd, and moisture is giving an antsy vibe for a bit of them dancy Char-Man jams. Feeling their cute just hard enough to smash around an audience of 80 in a 50-person shelter. Liquid splashing the air. Sparks pop off the bass amp, but there’s no real stop to collective effervescence. Tampons soaking in puddles on the floor. Fists beat the wet and dry space just above the rotation of the dance circle. Someone hands you Char-Man’s The Found Tape on CD and says, “I bought this for eight bucks right over there,” [someone] points to an empty corner. “Let’s jam this later while crashing the Troy Square.”
Find Char-Man’s The Found Tape on CD here, and stream a moment or two below:
Bohren & Der Club of Gore
“Ganz Leise Kommt Die Nacht”
Seasons change, polar ice caps erode, and Bohren & Der Club of Gore trudge deeper into the gloom. During the last 20 years, the German ensemble has established a deep catalog of nocturnal kunstwerken, translating lessons of sonic terror and deliberation learned from stints in grindcore and death metal bands into whispered sessions of ambient/doom/jazz from Angelo Badalamente’s annotated copy of the Real Book. Subtle variations to Bohren’s sonic palette between albums manifest as seismic shifts in the trajectory of their tectonic crawl: the rounded bass tone and clean piano of Sunset Mission (2000); the moribund minimalism and Fender Rhodes explorations of über-classic Black Earth (2004); the deeper focus on vibraphone and synth on Dolores (2008); Mike Patton’s death-opera vocal contributions to Beileid (2011). With the exception of this last anomaly, Bohren & Der Club of Gore’s forthcoming album Piano Nights unifies atmospheres and sound sources from every era of their output into a densely arranged song cycle — though “dense,” for Bohren, still translates to “practically silent” by conventional standards.
The video for album highlight “Ganz Leise Kommt Die Nacht” seemed familiar to me on my first viewing, because a black-and-white montage of falling snow, Lynchian noir protagonists, and psychedelic burning eyeball hands automatically plays in my head every time I hear this band. Turn off the overhead fluorescents, light a candle or eight, and press the play button. When the full moon rises over the piano, don’t get sucked into the flames.
Piano Nights is available now on LP and CD from the band’s site, and probably soon from your favorite distro.
Jung An Tagen
Crumbling at the fault lines of trouble, a typical Tuesday follows: “You didn’t get my message? Your my paralegal. That had important information in it. I clicked your number off the e-mail you sent me. From my e-mail to the dialer, my phone called this number and received YOU telling me I received YOUR voice mail. And you’re claiming, as my paralegal, you didn’t receive that message. OR you just didn’t go through your messages yet? Is asking that a violation of some legality? What about the appointment I just asked to schedule at the firm’s office that you flagrantly ignored?”
All I need is a million monikers to cover myself from the world. Such is the case with our man Stefan: Cruise Family, Nachtbote, (“defunct”) SF Broadcasts, Virtual Vienna, and Jung An Tagen. Glad he’s back to flush out my woes, making music as Jung An Tagen, and catching the ears of Feathered Coyote Records with Vielheiten. It’s straight stress shattering house influenced electronic breakdown of beat collage. Nothing of the sampled realm. All production style sounds. And ready to become one with your psyche.
Stream Vielheiten by Jung An Tagen below and find the physical tape here.