TeenWitch copped it harsh outchea (ahem, Fantano), it was straight up scolded on some no-mercy shit by some, even reg’ SESH devotees were calling the mixtape out. I liked it for the most part, it certainly wasn’t on that CREEP level or that SCUMBAG level (2013 instaclassics), but i fucked with it.

Garbage aint garbage though, even if it is destined for Fantano’s recycle bin. There’s plenty o’ niceness on this thing, like that rare Spooky Black feature and that kitsch as fuck (in a tight way) Jayyeah beat. Bones and Xavier Wulf revisit that “Moshpits” energy again on “Trash,” which is pretty neat. But by far the most lively moment on Garbage is when your boy Kenshin Chris Travis comes through DOLO with that nasty, auto-tuned Godliness — each syllable like a liquid bullet straight through your cerebellum. Scoop it up here and/or stream it below:

• Bones:
• TeamSESH:

Darq E Freaker


Darq E Freaker is a great moniker! It’s one of those names that’s got electronic musicians everywhere feeling down about their own monikers. It may even be the kind of moniker that induces weird power dynamics between beat-folk, perhaps making them realize that they are behind in the beat-race. How powerful is your beat name? Probably not as powerful as Darq E Freaker, who will win in a moniker fight, hands down. Also, he’d probably win in an actual beat-fight because “Minger” is an absolute HEAVYWEIGHT banger.

The video, directed by london-based graphic designer and filmmaker Sally Sibbet, is completely brutal and chock-full of traditionally “heavy” imagery – we got skulls, maggots, snakes, dark cloaks, and all kinds of things that appear to be bleeding uncontrollably. This is all (you know) dark stuff similar to the moniker of our new friend, Darq E Freaker. At first glance, it’s all definitely cool and definitely disturbing. You will like this video if 1) you’re down with visual vibes heavy on club-nihilism and horror, 2) if you dig distilled gallery aesthetics with a dash of DIY flair, or 3) if you totally feel mean, swaggy art-beats with drops popping off all over the place. Others might feel uncomfortable or bad because they don’t like those kinds of things, or because this vid might be NSFW (ha)?

Look, what I’m really trying to say is that depending on your tastes, you’ll either like this video, or not like this video (no way). But my vote is for loving it because it’s a wild ride ^_^.

BTW NSFW? NSFW (NOT-SAFE-FOR-WHAT?). Not safe for you? Take a chance…

The video and track are both out now on Numbers.

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• Numbers:


Love is a Luxury

So you took a chance on being happy even though you knew that later on you’d be sad? And now you’re sad? …So, ehh, what’s the problem?

The above quote comes from an excellent scene in a recent episode of Louie, in which our lovelorn protagonist seeks consolation from an elderly neighbor who instead berates him for his “classic idiocy” and urges him to “enjoy the heartbreak while you can, for God’s sake!”

On Love Is A Luxury, Matt Weiner (the sole entity behind TWINS) presents both sides of the love coin through two long-form, beat-driven synthesizer voyages, demonstrating just how much pleasure can be derived from each, in its own way.

A-side’s “Love Runs Deep” is all anticipation, a game of tension and release by way of ambient techno that mirrors the ups and downs of courtship with all of its micro-successes and failures. On side B, the seemingly solid ground disappears from beneath our feet and the free fall of despair begins with “The Empty Deep,” illustrating the irrevocable beauty to be found in the slow-motion descent to the bottom of the pit. But there is no bottom, and in the track’s final moments, it’s revealed that we were never really falling at all – the world spins around and around our self-important sadness, oblivious to it all, while we merely jog in place. Love is a luxury, and so is pain; so enjoy them, you idiot.

Love Is A Luxury is out now as a joint release from Weiner’s own CGI Records and the can-do-no-wrong Atlanta imprint Geographic North.

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“Young Pulp”

I’m late on this one, but, whatever, ‘cause this new JAW GEMS DEMANDS to be heard. I don’t care if you’re having a baby, about to light off a grip of bottle rockets, or just selling your clothes to help pay for your pet frog’s daily diet of crickets — stop what you’re doing and turn “Young Pulp” up in your headphones. This jam’s gonna make everything alright. Crisp synth lines pile up atop boom-bap drums and a tasty bassline; each part mixing equally to create the right concoction of confidence to help you accomplish just about anything. You can go ahead and finish delivering that baby now.

Their new full length, Blades Plural, jumps around from the above G-Funk keyboard honey, to robot space jaunts, to pensive organ and guitar numbers, to champagne drenched jazz, and it ALL flows. In the same realm as their homies ALTERED GEE, these dudes know what the funk is up. Grab the whole thing digitally for eight bucks, or be a cheap ass like me and keep streaming it again and again ‘til payday comes.


Tennis Rodman


So it’s like 3 AM-ish (late night), and you know the drill; you got that dreaded bright and early start in the morning, and your thinking, “Fuck that, I’ll be fine.” Because I got like 10-plus tabs open RN and I’m about to have me some of that good ol’ web surfin’ fun, nah mean? But it’s one of them days where it’s like link after link of just meh-iffy kinda shit, and lots of “yeah, I don’t know about that” type of stuff. And yet, for whatever reason you keep on browsing, as you do, and then BOOM! You happen upon that fresh-ass next-level dopeness like this right here new Tennis Rodman joint. And despite the fact that you’re gonna feel like absolute shit and that those 45 minutes of precious sleep you get in will pretty much render you useless at work in the morning, the pleasure of that little late night discovery of tasty audible goodness kind of makes it all seem worth it, no? (Call me crazy). [Editor’s note: I’m believing that lil Bosley is a bit batty! ;)]

Anyway, Tennis Rodman (coldest rap name in the universe by the way) is one cool MF. I mean, just look at dude all crouchin’ and such in this video, looking like a straight up hood Serpico. He’s been steady dropping flames this year on some real-ass noisy Thuggian shit. But damn, 251 views? I nearly shed a tear when I saw that, yo, people are sleepin’ on the kid. Not for long though, you can bet when he drops that tape full of top-to-bottom heaters people finna stop snoozing real quick. So peep this if you know what’s good for you!

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