Listening to “Hawk Bones,” the newest single from Bambara, I can’t help but be reminded of the danse macabre: the infamous “dance of death” that served as a visual reminder of the inevitability of death for the folks living in plague-addled Europe during the late-Middle Ages. The message behind the memento mori might be the earliest historical example of what is commonly referred to as #yolo: sooner or later, we’re all gonna die, and if we’re lucky, we might be able to live on as skeletons, dance the farandole atop each other’s graves, and get our pustule-covered friends stoked for eternal damnation. Woo hoo! Bambara’s music throbs with this sinister excitement, evoking Swans circa Love of Life, with some traces of the The Jesus Lizard for added danceability. Periodically, the guitars sputter and burst, derailing the chugging beat; off in the distance, chimey synths strain to create some semblance of order. As vocalist Reid Bateh desperately pleads “Have you seen my baby?” in his Gira-esque baritone, you can feel the sonic space starting to cave in; the rafters are collapsing, and soon the skeletons will come a’prancing. Complete, utter anguish has never sounded this good.
• Bambara: http://bambara.bandcamp.com
This last weekend, “Roar,” Katy Perry’s first single/Sara Bareilles cover from Prism (forthcoming!!!) leaked. In a very real, very embarrassing moment of serendipity and synchronicity, my girlfriend and I (unapologetic Katycats, each) simultaneously texted each other the exact moment we each heard Katy roar at, get this, the exact same time! I can’t explain it. Maybe someone out there really does love us in all of our ridiculousness. Or maybe we’re adrift, endlessly, to live out our Emoji-filled days in terror and isolation, texting unto death. Who really knows. Oh, yes, and is it extra-coincidental, then, that the new video for “Roar” is nothing but a series of text messages? (Fortunately, someone is already exploring the Illuminati connections.) I really don’t know, though. (At least I’m brave enough to ask the questions, right?) So pull out your Popchips (looking at you, Joe) and smartphones, and burn your blue wigs, because things are about to get empowering.
And please, please, please: with all of this talk of Obama/Illuminati connections and chips, don’t forget to NEVER TEXT AND DRIVE.
• Katy Perry: http://twitter.com/katyperry
• An Important Poll: http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/2011/11/29/taylor-swift-katy-perry-cat
The realest of pizza parties: the SAINT PIZZA party. No need to bring your own toppings; it’s all freshly cut for your melt approval. Two dozen types of fine-shave cheeses. “Made in 45 minutes, baked at 400 degrees until crisp, groovy, & incredibly familiar.” Everyone is here too. 회사OTTO on the cut wheel. VenturaXXX claps his hands a lot and steps backward in a circle *pizza dance.* Tres Margaritas pinching your tongue with teeth and gumption, “What’s that, pepperoni?” 台湾 (Taiwanese) was sweat enough to take the trip over the ocean to get down on it. Leisure Exclusive got the white, yo. E-Sprite™ passing out sobriety. Mnesh spaces out on the delivery girl called as a plus-one. Gopaz Tang shutting this place OUT of that young ‘ZZA. POPE COLA working the post-pizza hustle on a smooth neon dance floor lit by blue and red and white. All made from that local water. Clean and clear. Purified and poured. Mixed with might. And all that other carb-out style sweat. Wait, you’re not still reading this are you? Have-A-SLICE and DANCE!!!
• SAINT PIZZA: http://saintpizza.bandcamp.com
Brian Reitzell and Daniel Lopatin
“Bling Ring Suite”
Articles on the internet surrounding Sofia Coppola’s newest film, The Bling Ring, and its accompanying soundtrack have mainly focused on Kanye West’s involvement. But the thing that made me do this was that Daniel Lopatin, a.k.a “Oneohtrix Point Neverdisappointing,” a.k.a the closest thing TMT has to a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover model, contributed new music to the film. And now Lopatin is sharing that new music via a stream. The sounds presented here are not too far removed from the more gorgeous facets of his upcoming Warp album R Plus Seven; in other words, expect lots of choral pads. It’s hard to discern which parts were contributed by Reitzell, considering that nearly all of it could pass for OPN solo material, but this should nonetheless tide you over until October when Lopatin’s new album is released.
Stream “Bling Ring Suite” here.
• Daniel Lopatin: http://www.pointnever.com
• Def Jam: http://http://www.defjam.com/releases/the-bling-ring-soundtrack
Lil Ugly Mane
THREE SIDED TAPE VOLUME TWO
sorry for the confusion. this wasnt the swan song. this newest drop was just a compilation of unreleased shit from the past 5 years or so. and only volume one at that. the fourth side will be visible after the new moon. there is a cryogenic freezer buried in the sands of eben ezer. the blood copy of the teacher must prepare for the procedure. it rhymed im sorry. not the last record tho. im really into bowhunting frogs recently.
-Lil Ugly Mane status update from August 8 at 10:31 p.m.
And so with this missive, the lore surrounding Lil Ugly Mane continues to grow. Mystical figure that he is, he has given us more questions than answers with this latest communique. Though we now know that THREE SIDED TAPE VOLUME ONE was not intended as Ugly’s final release, we’re left wondering what “the fourth side” will be. Could this be the fated “swan song” to which he refers, or perhaps a fourth installment in the new series of unreleased songs and instrumentals? All we know is that, whatever it is, it will be revealed (released?) after the New Moon; the next one comes on September 5 at 6:36 AM EST.
Following this cryptic prophesy, Ugly gives us more, equally perplexing info, hinting at the existence of an ancient, technologically advanced (possibly extraterrestrial) civilization, which may have left one of its own entombed in an icy shell beneath an unmarked site near the biblical town of Aphek. He goes on to tell us that some clone or atavistic scion must ready him/herself for “the procedure.” Is this the same figure who was frozen beneath the “sands of eben-ezer,” or was the cryogneic chamber empty all along, and it is his/her duty to prepare someone or something else for cryopreservation? Your guess is as good as ours.
Lastly, lest we might get it confused and assume that this is all metaphor for the creation of Ugly’s final rap relic, we are informed that the Virginia native has actually been occupying much of his time not by recording, producing, or mixing songs, but instead with a decidedly non-rap-related pastime.
Three days later, he gives us this:
The saga continues.