Timeliness, right? Fuck that shit! Chances been out for a couple of months now, but did someone write about it? No. And would I care if they had? Also: No. Look, Tommy Metz was banging out beats in the Denver electronic underground when my typing fingers were still in their diapers, and here they are now, Choco’ing about how rad this “Wasteland” track is and how… just how happy it makes me. Find a more joyous jump through hyper-space, show it to me, and I’ll shove this one right back down your throat and tell you to get bent.
Tommy Metz is a longtime Bocumast (…label? …collective?) advocate/member/collaborator/artist and sine-wave manipulator in Denver, holding a number of guises — maybe most (in)famously as Iuengliss — and he might just be settling into his birth name here, ear-to-ear smile and all. Seriously, can you see him? What a happy, happy dude. You should only be this happy, always. And you can be… just keep clicking play. Again and again.
“All Ways Closer”
The video for Clipd Beaks’ new single “All Ways Closer” tells the tale of fictional pop star BECKI, who we witness put on makeup, drink wine, learn dance moves from a creepy mother figure, pose for pictures, shower in money, wear baseball hats, and ultimately meet her glittery demise. The film supplements the first single off Clipd Beaks’ new cassette EP Lost Offerings on Moon Glyph records. This cinematic accompaniment, directed by L.A. film group TEAN, matches the dizzying, gradually escalating pace of the Oakland trio’s psychedelic track, and it’s quite captivating. But don’t let the visuals distract you too much from the impeccable psych jam that’s underway. Wailing guitars, mumbling vocals, and hazy reverb make this one of the purest stoner jams I have heard in a while, whether BECKI is in the picture or not.
Give the video another go (it’ll make more sense the second time), and snag a copy of the cassette from Moon Glyph ASAP.
God of London
Life was terrible until Far Side Virtual. But things have since been pretty fucking adequate, despite any reminders that it isn’t at all. And today, things are even more adequate, with the sudden arrival of James Ferraro’s latest release: a three-song EP called God of London, released for free on SoundCloud.
The EP, which follows recent collaborations with Dean Blunt and Triad God, features some of Ferraro’s most arresting music yet, its lyrics — bruised inner thighs, cocaine in the snow, fake nose, Rolex teeth — resembling finally the disconnected poetry of his Twitter account.
Welcome to the Champagne Apocalypse.
• James Ferraro: http://twitter.com/LIL_ICEBUNNY
After this year’s successful Kickstarter campaign, Brooklyn space-beat label Astro Nautico is coming up on their first vinyl release after years of excellent digital albums. And the grooved honor of first release goes to Pennsylvania’s Chits. Astro Nautico itself calls Custom Hype a “slow-burner.” And one can tell Astro’s description is apt from the belated comment marks on the SoundCloud embed of the album’s title track. As different parts of the EQ spectrum swell in and out through the song’s five-minute duration, a tension built on slow progression, rather than the increasingly popular EDM “drop,” carries Custom Hype through its five-deep tracklist (not including the standard handful of Astro Nautico roster remixes accompanying so many of the label’s releases).
Look out for Chits’ Custom Hype vinyl on November 26 and listen to the first track on its b-side below:
No matter how nicely an elevator might have been kitted out — with a shiny interior and with a calm and collected voice telling you which floor you are stopping at next — to some people it’s still just a confined metal room that’s hoist above the ground by a set of traction cables. There’s a gut-wrenching cocktail of claustrophobia and vertigo that settles in when the doors close and it has the potential to fill those individuals with a distinct and uncontrollable sense of terror.
Constellation Botsu harbors none of that modern sheen — there aren’t even breaking systems in place here. It takes on the ramshackle form of a cold, metallic isolation; a grave and sickening sense of alarm that washes over those who suffer most in constricted spaces.
ギャルちょれ～～～～～～！！ is the second release to come from Botsu this year. It’s a formidable sonic detritus, pulling viciously on asphyxiated voices, frustrated beat loops, and shuddering bass tones. During the course of half an hour, the album soundtracks a menacing depth charge of psychotic techno that’s equally thrilling and addictive, depending on your disposition.
There’s a gut-wrenching cocktail of claustrophobia and vertigo that settles in when the doors close. ギャルちょれ〜〜〜〜〜〜！！ is what it sounds like when all of the traction cables snap.
• Constellation Botsu: http://cbotsu.bandcamp.com