As the 70s cowboy would walk in more modern boots, Virginia Trance (Scott Davis) rides that same strut-stride along head-nodding first single “Your Guru.” Just truckin’ on by, really, slick guitar, acoustic rhythm, walking bass, beaten up drums, and smooth-but-slightly-tattered vocals. Set up camp, though, ‘cause traveling this far within the Virgina Trance, one finally finds their inner-self OR, “Your Guru.” Mountain tops and rustling bushes. Branches stretching from the mind to the melt. That noggin stewin’ up a good batch of brains, sizzling between each bubble of imagination bursting between nods. Yet, it’s kept contained and calm. You weren’t sure just what you were buying, but it’s all good. Eyes closed. Focusing on that owl cadence in the trees. Pine cones falling gently onto bushels of needles. Maybe you’re next. Maybe it’s New York or Memphis.
Need I continue. Feel “Your Guru” via Virginia Trance will help listeners grip the depths of their inner drip. Prior to Virginia Trance, Scott Davis road a horse named Images and spent a yearlong tenure in Psychic Ills. “Your Guru” comes off Virginia Trance’s FIRST release, a 7-inch with the track “Something in the Air” on the b-side. Tracks were mastered by Matt ‘MV’ Valentine, mixed by Tres Warren, and recorded at Big Snow Buffalo Lodge. You can purchase here to fully enjoy your inner moments.
• Virginia Trance: http://virginiatrance.bigcartel.com
When asked, I told a lady I was, “enjoying the break in the weather,” standing “PROUD” at the register near the tall windows at the front of the store at work. The sky was grey with the breathe of winter, but my apartment wasn’t frigid when I woke up this morning, my cat not cradled under the radiator for the bowl-full-and-no-more of heat it fed the space between the peach-colored walls of “daPlace”. The lady responded by telling me to enjoy it before the snow started falling, as it was in the forecast for later that day. Sure enough, I walked out of the break room at the end of my meal break later on, and what once was a grey sky, soft enough to suggest it could turn blue, was falling between the blurs from quickly descending flakes of snow. !”!mor’green!”!
B-4a*Spring is right. Check it out at the NBKB Bandcamp page, and buy the album for the low(?) price of ¥222. It might help alleviate those winter weather blues, greys, whites…
• NBKB: http://nbkb.bandcamp.com
Gaming some 21 outside in Danny Reo’s back yard. Layup fails. Listening to half a radio station, barely picking up from the antenna. Breezes in the summertime drinking Gatorade, talkin’ about that movie Thinner; caught an early show at the dollar theater late afternoon on bike. The mixture of commercial or AM Gold, maybe smooth jazz grizzle out crackling speakers. Mrs. Reo’s new age tracks pumping out papa bear’s stereo system inside. A horn. Kitchen window cracked and the breeze catches a whiff of pizza pie from the counter. Water balloons sitting in a bucket, yeah. Favorite Adam Sandler cassette flops out a shirt pocket, cracking just a little bit, but will be totally playable when found again. Mad mosquitoes marking minimal mine fields along ankles.
A tennis shoe gets stuck and’s left in the screen door while someone has already gripped a slice. If you pretend hard enough you can smell it. And if it wasn’t pizza that just swelled the senses, it was that fresh night air: crisp spring-into-summer degrees. Sweatpants and all that net swishing, Danny’s older brother pulls up in his Inifiniti asking about the score and Danny says, “1-2.” Danny’s brother nods and we nod and he leaves a few more Gatorades by the backdoor. Memories are always best remembered in 1080p. Soft in tone yet swag-level M30 Infiniti editions, limited to 100. Could you imagine there’s only 100 M30 Infiniti whips left for sale? Well, that limited edition IS only available through 1080p, so grip ASAP and listen to the “1-2” track for the sweet tease before it arrives.
But most importantly, what went on in or was in Danny’s older brother’s car? Answers found at 1080p..
The Spirit Advantage of Nerftoss definitely is a “Truth Tackle” when you figure it out. Much like Adam Ferriss’ video for “Truth Tackle,” viewers perceive the Nerftoss reality through a filtered experience, but unabashed in perception. As we initially witness the shadow of an aircraft’s wing, the camera is positioned to watch the ground move quickly and vastly into the unexplored territory. Considering the digital manipulation of all the negative colors and smear, one can’t quite tell when the aircraft has lifted off, or has ever lifted off. Has it been in the sky since seeing the wings shadow? Are those clouds or particles of snow?
Questionable are the images in this here video for “Truth Tackle,” but so are most moments in Nerftoss’ new tape on Leaving Records, Spirit Advantage. Most of the time, I’m thinking about whether what I’m listening to is music or a dimensional stretch into the unknown. Then I feel my fingers are there, but not really, and the high of audible psychedelia sets in, as I’m certain something is crawling around my feet at work. Am I flying? Is this reality? Can I get much higher? All I know is Leaving Records should scrill up Adam Ferriss to make an album video for Spirit Advantage, cause I could watch “Truth Tackle” forever, most likely. Scope Leaving Records today for Spirit Advantage by Nerftoss and grip a tape (limited to 200) before they sell out.
Slam Skillet has been casually shelling out club-ready heaters for a minute now. His URL presence is keen and intellectual, embodying a fine-tuned purposiveness that manifests itself best in the consistency of his tracks. Slam takes the more direct, and arguably more confident, route of channeling his bass to your ears – self releasing a plethora of heady jammers and gut-punched rhythms that will move your feet for you. Whereas one might typically expect such an aesthetic to reside in the more commercialized and codified realms of the Beatport or Juno, Slam Skillet’s self-releases feel honest and direct, developing a systematicity of their own that sustains itself with little visible yearning for any third-party tether. His employment of animal phyla and genera in his track titles, for instance, delineates a certain personality that emphasizes club-empathy given the predetermined accessibility of his music.
Anyhow, the young Slam Skillet himself just popped a six-track EP out of nowhere, and I’m here to absorb and write about it. The assumed single, “Auroch,” embodies an increasingly extensive yet palpable technicality to Slam’s vibrations. A quick Google search of the track title leads me to images of a massively bad-ass bull, an empowering image immediately relatable to the powerful stomping in my earbuds. The track progresses with supreme confidence, elucidating sentiment of some extra-terrestrial tribal gathering, beyond cognitive comprehension yet physically strong and reverberant. The EP is available for purchase on Slam Skillet’s Bandcamp page. Peep “Auroch” below, you might sprout horns and find yourself bucking around on all fours.
• Slam Skillet: https://soundcloud.com/slam-skillet