“Super Violão Mashup”
If you aren’t a professional dancer specializing in Brazillian music and you think you can dance better than the people in this video, you are most certainly lying to yourself (or, indeed, you are this man ). “Super Violão Mashup” is the ridiculously frenetic release from Lucas Santanna, a chap that can somehow make roughly 12 million noises from one guitar and mash them together into a song that sounds simultaneously cutting edge and traditional.
As you’ll gather from the clipped beats and choppy ambient glitches, this is not your average nu-bossa fare, which has been something of a stringent policy of the phenomenal Mais Um Disco (“The label releases music from Brazilian artists who fuse styles, disregard genres and irritate purists”). Santanna assembles electronic music’s vast array of editing tools and tastefully mangles the crisp, smoldering sounds of Brazillian music into something brilliantly unique. His album Sem Nostalgia is ready to be carted to your doorstep now.
The Savage Young Taterbug
“Golden Star Brother Supper”
If your brain was liquefied to the consistency of sizzurp, would your dreams melt together? As a staple on Night-People, The Savage Young Taterbug (a.k.a. Charles Free, a.k.a. Timothy Wind, a.k.a. lots of a.k.a.s) lends listeners licks on living life a little loony. Through all his Americana, cute punk-snot, mystic storyteller personas, he proves to be one of the few rambling-traveling slash Internet-lost American folk-heroes. Mix the soundtrack to your grandmother’s reoccurring nightmare with your uncle’s non-stop smashed karaoke machine, and you’ve Theme For Gasoline Weirdo. It was released on the last big batch of Night People tapes (round late June-ish); still on sale. He has another release on Cavelife under the moniker The Missing Paperboy. Cavelife will also be releasing a bootleg cassette of Savage Young Taterbug - maybe, so look out! And, if you can’t find him sleeping behind you or in Ryan Garbes’ backyard (this has been burnt down since), you can check out his recent “publicity” stunt.
Quiet Evenings / Seziki Tetrasheaf
Snagged some preview excerpts from this sure-to-be-glorious anniversary split LP between recent tourmates Quiet Evenings (Motion Sickness of Time Travel, Nova Scotian Arms) and Seziki Tetrasheaf (Xiphiidae, David Toro). Following their debut vinyl outing Intrepid Trips, drone spouses Grant and Rachel Evans offer a patient, thoughtful piece titled “Gold Coast” on one side:
On the opposite side is a scrambled pastiche of samples half-remembered in Tetrasheaf’s “Let’s Do Carpet Beach,” who have heretofore released only a smattering of tapes. Check this one here:
This will be a joint release (“heavy emphasis on joint” —Grant Evans) on their own labels, Hooker Vision and Rotifer, celebrating their 100th and 50th releases respectively. 300 copies pressed, with a few handmade art-box versions, mastered by Keith Fullerton Whitman. Look out for it this month, dudes.
Pine Hill Haints
“Rattle Them Bones”
Writing about how this song reminds me of waking up around 2 AM in a mill outside a nearly abandoned suburb (Springfield, OH), trying to find the way home using constellations, after an alley lady only gave me directions to buy cigarettes but I don’t smoke, would be too easy. Even if hoot’n holler ain’t your thing, upon seeing that washtub-base, you want one. It also accentuates how bare these folks are, without heavy emphasis on minimalistic song structure. But what’s with cropping out the washboard? First of all: a lady playing the washboard [dot dot dot]. Second, I went to a Paul Simon concert when I was six or so and saw this dude pull off a five-minute washboard solo. It was madness. And Pine Hill Haints should make that a staple during every live performance. Um — what happened to the Squirrel Nut Zippers?
Anyhow, Pine Hill Haints’ new cassette The Evening Star is on Burger Time Records. Also, K put faith in two of they’s albums in 07 and 09. So, yeah, grab The Evening Star and reel it on through autumn in light of vegetable art, rotting teeth, and leaving piles. This music practically begs for the fall.
Things Familiar [Full EP]
Greenwood Sharps is an electronic musician from the UK, somewhere between London and Cambridge. His debut EP, Things Familiar, is a shifting, syncopated ride through a land populated with subtle maraca-in-a-wind-tunnel percussion, laid-back organ riffs, and vocals processed with a light enough hand that you almost don’t notice the chopping and warping.
If you’re a fan of Mount Kimbie, Four Tet, Burial, and/or James Blake, you need to give this guy a listen.
Oh, are we still calling this stuff “post-dubstep” with a straight face? Then yes, this is that.
• Greenwood Sharps: http://greenwoodsharps.com