Madlib & Frank Nitt
“What Can U Tell Me (feat. MED)”
Finally, the missing piece of the puzzle: Madlib’s Medicine Show #9: Channel 85 presents Nittyville, a concept album about a fictitious TV station, is seeing release May 17 (CD) or May 31 (LP) via Stones Throw. Yeah, yeah, Madlib has already released entries #8 and #10, so the purity of the series’ chronology is effectively ruined, but I dare you to care as you listen to Frank Nitt drop his rhymes over Madlib’s hot-as-always production. As one SoundCloud user put it: “Damn Son Its Neck Wrenching!”
Moon Pool & Dead Band
Here’s a clip from Moon Pool & Dead Band’s tape/CD-R release on AA Records. I have to admit, it was the record’s insane cover that caught my attention, but it turns out the music within – a mixture of distorted arpeggios and live/programmed drum work – matches the warped sci-fi cool art. Hear more on the group’s Facebook.
John Wiese and Zen Sekizawa
Commercial for LD Tuttle, a boutique line of women’s products
Now this is deliciously weird and unexpected: Noise hero John Wiese has teamed up with artist Zen Sekizawa to direct a commercial for LD Tuttle, “a boutique line of women’s designer accessories and shoes, trend shattering women’s handbags, belts, accessories and shoes.” Expect an accelerating gas pedal, popped balloons, shattered glass, and a provocative bedroom scene.
Meanwhile, no word yet on a new full-length Wiese album (his last two featured collaborations with Kevin Drumm and Gerritt), but we’ll keep you updated.
Chris Corsano & Dredd Foole
Live @ Feeding Tube Records in Northampton, MA
Check out this amazing collaboration between drummer extraordinaire Chris Corsano and 60-year-old-plus Dredd Foole. The performance was earlier this month at Feeding Tube Records in Northampton, MA. Corsano has scattered shows coming up — take a peek here.
“Saint of Killers”
A little bit This Heat, a little bit bro-metal, lots of noise skronk. But no space-age synth pads? According to Retrograde Tapes:
Noise rock for noise heads, Den offers shrill electronic abrasion, yet trades the formless distortion pedal army for structured heft, lifeless landscapes, Black Sabbath, and Jupiter.