ultraviolet / somethingness
Japanese bedroom savant ventla is back at it, having released two free new albums in the past week: somethingness and ultraviolet. These are the 24th and 25th installments of a planned 100 that began in July 2011, incrementally advancing ventla’s ongoing “fuck you” to the distractibility of big-mouthed woulda-beens like Sufjan Stevens. Welcome to the bleeding edge of today’s serialized pop, everybody. (“Fuck you” implicit, and dubiously inferred.)
Often associated with vaporware by sheer dint of his fantastic fansubbed last words, ventla has little to do with those sample-wholesale sounds: a multi-instrumentalist, vocalist, and master of analog home recording, he explores a creative process more akin to an R. Stevie Moore, a Chris Knox, or an Ariel Pink of yore.
ultraviolet is perhaps the more robust offering, but my favorite track of the crop stems from somethingness. Like many of ventla’s songs, “ushihama” borrows its name from one of the suburban train stations in his fair city Tokyo. And indeed, the quaint marimba melody, sunstroked guitar, and low drums sound like an old 16-bit master composing a podunk theme between swigs of Francis Bebey or some other Ghanain homebrew from the 70s.
• ventla: http://ventla.tumblr.com
In case you haven’t heard, Omar Souleyman’s back with a new album. It’s called Wenu Wenu and was produced by Kieran Hebden (Four Tet). Look for it October 22 on Ribbon Music. In the meantime, grab your mic and hit play on the video above. You’re about to do some karaoke, motherfucker.
• Omar Souleyman: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Omar-Souleyman/116551741600
• Four Tet: http://www.fourtet.net
• Ribbon Music: http://www.ribbonmusic.com
“Other Side of Love”
One day, I will become Sean Paul. Like, my face and skin will morph into his face and skin. I will shorten and fatten. My hair won’t exist, but one morning, “a tomahawk?” Further I’ll sink into the Earth. Rain dirty on my matter. Becoming one with the exchange of chemical and physical being. Bring on the shots and the weed. I’m really from Florida, birthed by third-gen Asian-Cubano refugees. They “saw bombs.” Gimme all the cheese. Fucking melt the cheese. Corn rows? Boil them ears and butter that cob, ‘cause Ima feast. These emails, yo. Sean Paul getting all these emails. Fuck!
I’m “Other Side of Love.” I could sing to house beats; 128bpm; turn that off; I could boogie to this; it’s not funny anymore; when did you think this was cool; at what moment did you consider “cool” to still be a thing; can we fuck; am I married? “I once saw Kurt Vonnegut Jr. speak at OSU and say, ‘Semi-colons are for pretentious assholes.’” I say that at every BBQ, yet the attendees are under that literature-age mark in society/culture/generation/[slash]. And then I’m dying. I have cancer, but pretend it’s the Sci-Fi Channel. Yo, that “Booty” wonder on America’s Got Talent. Boston Bomber. Anders Breivik. That one guy who killed a kid. Topics. Things to talk about. I am a person of the world. Becoming Sean Paul will make me human for an eternity.
“[Sean Paul’s] forthcoming as-yet-untitled sixth studio album, due out later this year on Atlantic/VP Records. The song was co-produced by Benny Blanco and The Cataracs and the video was directed by Jon J.” This video was sent randomly to my e-mail. Why?
Night Beats are back with Sonic Boom, their first full-length LP since dropping their self-titled debut two years ago. Judging from the sound of “Outta Mind,” it’s business as usual for the Seattle trio — sun-drenched grooves that sizzle like the summer of 69. It couldn’t be more obvious that these guys love their Nuggets box sets: the dense, reverb-soaked riffs and echoey vocals recall the likes of Love and the Quicksilver Messenger Service. And yet, for all its throwback appeal, “Outta Mind” doesn’t feel like a cheap knock-off, but rather, a modern mash-up of grunge, garage, and soul, topped off with a drone-y varnish. If you find the extended freakouts of Thee Oh Sees to be a bit taxing, this two-and-a-half-minute scuzz storm should be just the thing: cacophonous and concise. Oh, and just in case you psych snobs need more convincing: Sonic Boom is being released by the Reverberation Appreciation Society (best known as the Austin Psych Fest’s record label), in conjunction with good ol’ Burger Records. Can’t wait to hear the finished product come September.
Sonic Boom hits shelves September 24 on vinyl, CD, digital download, and cassette.
There’s so much going on in FKA twigs’ Arca-produced “Water Me.” That’s someone biting an apple there, I swear it. And the glitch-shit is really feeling the weight of these lyrics too. It’s officially already being whistled by me to the bathroom. But everyone everywhere is talking about this track, right? The FADER gives you all the buy-buy-marketing-buy. Pitchfork claims it. But all I’m saying is just enjoy the track. Nobody reads about music. They listen to “Water Me” by FKA twigs. So get that shit wrapped around your mind grapes.
EP2 is out September 9 on Young Turks.