LOL – yes!! Since I quit everything online, and the only thing found on Google when searching my name “Clifford Morrissey” is two pictures of me in Images that link to nowhere (to Hell?), some school news paper writing, and a Hunger Games fan fiction story (by someone I’ve never met before) using my name in full. My next step is finding a “flipphone~~” good enough to call, text, and take photos equivalent of that shitty Instagram filter (which is every “flipphone~~,” so…).
@dead_bae hit me with this video in a lull period of my life while I was fucking on my Android, and luckily, it fell into the toilet. Staring up at me from inside the bowl was @dead_bae ALSO underwater, and essentially reminding me how important a “flipphone~~” could be in my life. Landon got a flip phone and uses the ring-tones as workout/travel music. Either way, @dead_bae is not only killing it on the music video front, but also reminds me how tacky and simple it is to use “flipphone~~.”
• @dead_bae : https://soundcloud.com/minerals1
Remixed Ambience Wars: “Saw 13 (äNACRUSä remix)” [excerpt]
Mystery, or uncertainty, is in the air, alley, and ether in “Saw 13 (äNACRUSä remix)” on the Remixed Ambience Wars compilation. The air smells of metal and silver. An ethereal mist stipples and outlines ancestral figures. Day or night, the alley stays dark and silent. We detect the danger: it lurks, attacks, and leaves no evidence. The alley is as clean as an operating table, sterilized after the surgery, still warm. The surgical tools are placed in a cold stainless steel container, which also house organs beating “heartily.”
The remix conjures scenes of tragedy, of violence and victimization carried out swiftly by moonlight, lacking the celebratory nature of a public execution, reported and printed next to apple pie recipes as matter-of-fact news blurbs in a high-numbered page of the morning edition. The scenes are commonplace, due to their frequency, but not common. They are composed of supernatural and abstract elements. One blurb reads:
We are halfway through viewing a film in a half-finished attic when the film pauses itself; the film’s protagonist jostles on the screen, in his seat. His tie bends, and his face is washed-out to the point of erasure. His hands, as equally pale and “rubbed out” as his face, wobble on a tabletop. We lean forward and squint in order to examine a nickel that spins near the eastern edge of the table. We pause, frozen with the film, in suspense, hypnotized by the nickel.
Searchlights, hot enough to bleed the pores of the wall, announce the arrival of the midnight paramilitary. We hear them draw their swords and feel their blades on skin, muscle, and bone. We are dismantled, folded neatly, and placed underneath the film’s tabletop, out of the frame, off-camera.
TV Rots Your Brains
Tequila Yuen’s TV Rots Your Brain is a not so subtle mockery of television, booze, and other instant gratifiers. It’s also a send-up of hip-hop as a whole. While this type of smack-you-in-the-face righteousness can usually be pretty tiresome, Yuen’s able to keep the whole thing afloat based on the fact that he doesn’t preach, but rather playfully shows. The beats are formulaic and “wack” (but still are good), the lyrics are self-indulgent and sordid (but still are good), and there are plenty of mass-media references to help any TV junky feel right at home, including self-made tequila commercials pieced together from PSAs and older advertisments, all of which run throughout the album, acting as glue between songs.
With that said, Bron-Bron’s coming home, and I learnt that from a TV, so who’s brain is rotting now, Tequila Yuen? Huh? Who’s? What’s that you say? Mine, still? Yeah, yr prolly right…
Out now on Em La La Terra, in an edition of 50 cassettes. Stream it below if you need more convincing that this tape will be beneficial to your life.
• Em La La Terra: http://emlalaterra.com
Steff & the Articles
“Call You Mine”
A little different from the norm here, Steff & the Articles hide from the dry heat of Tucson, AZ in their coffee-house-lit track, “Call You Mine.” Vocalist and pianist Steff Koeppen maintains, forward and bright, a blend of Jenny Lewis and Nicole Miglis across the shivering lull the “Articles” (Tom Beech, Chris Pierce, and Alex Tuggle) generate. With a string of EPs and a handful of demos, Steff & the Articles have amassed a small following that you can join on their upcoming West Coast-ish tour.
• Steff & the Articles: https://soundcloud.com/steffandthearticles
“Port Harcourt (Shriekin’ Orchestral Remix)”
In everything I’ve heard from Shriekin’ (a.k.a. Shriekin’ Specialist), I’m always shocked at how epic and massive his compositions can feel even though they’re being made from tiny, sound effect-y samples, like some sprawling Game Boy Color game. With “Port Harcourt,” the grime producer pulls the original both sillier and lower brow, and more “orchestral” and higher brow. Although there are a ton of sounds being heard in the track, the silence in between is so palpable, which for me, is the most effective part. I think that emptiness does deaden the style for some listeners, but Shriekin’ is more concerned with the full journey, which is why I think his work is best appreciated when he has even more time to showcase it (Check out the 100% Shriekin’ Boxed Mix).
The longer you listen, the more you realize how the perceived emptiness is a style rather than a void of feeling. Although by no means do I discount how Port Harcourt creates an emotionally effective beginning, middle, and end. And with mostly beeps and boops.