“All I Got”
Yeeeeah Young Chop Pretty MF dropped the only track you’ll find him rapping on this year. In the studio with his own Chop Squad DJs, we get a soft toned boast from the drill scene pioneer. “All I Got” leaks early off official producer of rising emcee Lil Herb and now incarcerated Chicago rapper RondoNumbaNine: DJ Bandz and his #WeMeanBiz compadre DJ Victoriuz upcoming Chilanta mixtape.
All I Got, All I Got. That’s Money and Music That’s All I Got, Chop breathes throughout a muddling mix of 808 fan fair and concert hall strings. Chop’s in a long line of producer-gone-rapper and his quiet demeanor and infrequent trips to the booth are worrisome for those thirsting for more, but the dude is still on top of the production game. So there’s that.
Chilanta drop date is TBA.
• Young Chop: https://soundcloud.com/youngchopbeatz
“Absorbing nutrients from various regions was essential, after all it’s a creature that comes from the sea floor, which is a territory with no boundaries … The music itself is inspired by Caribbean sounds, and I tried to leave it too much organic as possible, with traditional percussive elements, like you could feel the bones floating between your feet while you’re dancing in the mud of destruction.”
Forget the retro-futuristic stylings of seapunk, witch house and vaporwave. Or rather, since that process is already in motion, take the darkness, the organic oceanic and the Web 1.0 planes and mash them up (remember mashups? … with fondness?) into a Mysty, Lovecraftian primordial soup of a clip for Marli’s new clip, “Imolação Hidrostática” (= Hydrostatic Immolation … if that helps). The track is the third single from Marli’s singular 2013 album Maremotrix, a distant and possibly inbred (in the best sense) cousin to the mutant and abject doom folk of artists like Perera Elsewhere. The self-taught Brazilian artist is inspired by horror films and weird plants …but then, who isn’t?
• Marli: http://marlionline.com.br
The name Norm Chambers may not ring a bell, but you’re likely familiar with Panabrite (Chambers’ main musical alias). Under Panabrite, he has released a consistently heady brew of trippy, synth-based excursions. On this mix for the Transversales blog, Chambers dusts off some of his favorite obscure mellow jams, from Picchio Dal Pozzo to Roberto Cacciapaglia, for your listening pleasure. I highly recommend giving this a listen as you’re getting up in the morning or settling in at work for the day, preferably with a good cup of coffee or tea nearby. Listen below and click on the pic for the track list:
• Norm Chambers/Panabrite: http://panabrite.bandcamp.com
“The Don Quixote Youth Brigade”
I went to a friend’s wedding recently, and at said wedding there was a DJ (a.k.a. a guy with a laptop) playing stringed versions of old standards throughout the night. T’was nice and appropriate. It’s too bad Joey Molinaro didn’t get a call, though, ‘cause that would have been a WAY different reception. Reeeeal intense and sweaty and scary. Instead of throwing the bouquet, the bride could have thrown Joey’s goat hoof leg rattler. Allow me to clarify. Last time I saw him, I nearly got smacked in the face by his homemade tambourine after it flew off his leg and was launched into the audience.
But enough about his crowd work; let’s talk about the man’s tunes. His latest CD — Say at Last- Who Art Thou? – is available now, and it’s a burner. Out of all the controlled chaos, “The Don Quixote Youth Brigade” takes the wedding cake, ‘least for me. Vocals of total fucking menace, bursts of drum violence, dissonantly distanced guitars, and Mr. Molinaro’s signature rapidfire foot stomps and corpse-nails-on-a-chalkboard violin squeals fill each second with terrifying madness. But that ain’t nothing new from the rest of the disc… so it must be… the variety of changes? Yeah, that’s why I really dig this one. Wow! A personal musical revelation right before your eyes.
He’ll be galloping around the US this summer, so try to catch him live, ‘cause if you haven’t had goat hooves almost hit you in the face, then you haven’t lived. Or maybe you have… how the hell should I know?
• Joe Molinaro: http://joeymolinaro.com
“bae only knows”
Deeply tapped and hacked into all internet zones, through glitched out systems and wifi anti-algorithms, across grungy guerrilla hard-wired microwaves, fluff pup comes flickering out of 1s and 0s of sound. As I saw fluff pup in rare form via hologram within an abandoned Bedford Stuyvesant apartment/den, “bae only knows” trickled throughout the Brooklyn Wednesday-night skyline and reverberated the location so that windows and minds microscopically cracked. Blending between holographic image and a screen on the wall projecting the single edition of Mario Kart 8 featuring the driver fluff pup, comprehension of “What is a performance?” began to break my mentality as I was handed a controller, and was moving around the holoimage of the performer, rather than the character within the game.
On the straight LOW-LOW, fluff pup may have been actually mixing/producing live in Pittsburgh, and set up a handful of holo-shows across the world, one being in Brooklyn. Luckily, my thoughts we smashed in enough to barely understand what I was gazing into and (more-so) sonically becoming a part of. CUT TO: me on the beach, listening to Pet Sounds on my cassette player, I am roach deep on a previously thick BASEBALL SPLIFF, yet suddenly the reel is stretched to the tune of “bae only knows,” and I see a holo-effigy of fluff pup waving and fading into the ocean. The people next to me want a puff, but I’m all tripped up, so I flicked ‘em the end bit.
• fluff pup: https://soundcloud.com/fluff-pup