“In the Flood with the Flood (Father Murphy Remix)”
Italian trio Father Murphy’s 2012 album, Anyway, Your Children Will Deny It, was a towering release of grandiose pop that really transcended any sort of genre lines. It was the kind of album where, in talking about sound, you can only really highlight the scope, and Father Murphy has certainly never been one to release a bunch of pop singles and call it an album.
To add to Father Murphy’s growing legacy, New Jersey’s Aagoo Records is giving Anyway, Your Children Will Deny It the remix treatment. Handing out each of the album’s eight songs to various other noise dwellers such as Black Dice, EMA, and Sic Alps, the album receives a much different “remix” than, say, all of those HEALTH Disco remix albums. In fact, the songs, which are pretty out there to begin with, are pulled further and further outside those genre lines with each remix.
Take this Black Dice treatment, for example. The looming darkness of the original is filtered through those creepy Black Dice bass effects, and the otherwise booming lyrics are reduced to little more than an echo underneath it all. It’s the kind of outsider, undefinable mess that only Black Dice seem to be able to pull off. The result is this chugging, wobbly reconstruction buried just deep enough to allow us to still hear some semblance of that twisted Black Dice pop slashing the Father Murphy original to pieces.
Check it out below and buy the entire remix album, 8 Heretical Views (or the original, for that matter), over at Aagoo Records.
“This is the last time this song will ever be played by our hands and feet and mouths. Enjoy.”
David Graeber, talking about peoples such as the Piaroa of the Amazon, argues that it is the “egalitarian” and the “most peaceful societies which are also the most haunted, in their imaginative constructions of the cosmos, by constant spectres of perennial war.” Such communities mold these hauntings into imagined violent spaces of externality, as a contrasting tool for encouraging consensus and conviviality in their daily lived relationships.
In our own Utopian future, Etai Keshiki will provide a sonic blueprint for such summoning, as we take out the stress of shared post-work community-building onto abundant inanimate instruments, rather than onto each other. No wonder hardcore noise punks often live in harmonious communal housing co-ops: the two require each other. There are only so many house meetings about bulk food orders anyone can enjoy before needing to scream.
If this future does not suit you, feel free to flee for the hinterlands of “feel-good tuneage” and endless physical violence that exist beyond our borderless enclaves.
We await the forthcoming 7-inch to follow “Shit Off” as further evidence of this important phenomena.
• Etai Keshiki: http://etaikeshiki.bandcamp.com
The Psychic World of Walter Reed [preview]
Back in 2009, years before Lil B was dropping discography-length “mixtapes,” it was considered strange for a rapper to release three albums in one year. So, when longtime Wu-Tang-affiliate Killah Priest released 10 official albums plus Baal-knows-how-many mixtapes and “street albums” between 2008 and 2010 — many of which consisted entirely of non-sequiturial blackouts in which the MC seemingly channeled the spirits of long-dead snake gods and the like — many fans who’d been following his progression from 1998’s Heavy Mental to 2007’s The Offering were pretty sure he’d lost his mind completely. Whether or not this was the case, there were many fine points to be made about his lyrical output during this time, and so KP always maintained my respect and attention.
The Psychic World of Walter Reed was first foretold in the midst of Priest’s intensely prolific stage, in February 2009, with The Untold Story of Walter Reed, a free mixtape released via Baller Status. One bizarre trailer, at least two music videos, and four full years later, it seems we can now finally say for certain that PWOWR has dropped TODAY. And with confirmed guest appearances by RZA, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, GZA, Raekwon, and George Clinton, as well as production credits including RZA, True Master, 4th Disciple, and Jordan River Banks (Godz Wrath), the album could very well mark a much-anticipated fusion of the old and new incarnations of Walter Reed. Order PWOWR here.
• Killah Priest: http://www.killahpriest.com
BREAKING NEWS: the decaying strip mall on the corner of Stroop and Jefferson has hatched small rabid reptiles that have reportedly chewed on children.
HEADLINE: residents of Town Heights have been experiencing a shortage in water since the crop dusters have been spraying the local airborne vaccine.
WEATHER: molecular storm clouds in the northern hills have reportedly empowered plants and foliage to glow, and is spreading their light in rapid reproduction.
SPORTS: underground steroid ring busted for selling reused nuclear medical needles for per-sale doses to a triple-A hockey league.
ATTENTION: please avoid the sludge oozing from the Gienger Cemetery curb on Main and Hyatt; exposure effects may be possessive and can cause you and your family potential transformation and/or sneezing.
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• Local News: http://localnews1.bandcamp.com
The shape of Suuns’ music is intimated by their name: as if modeled after atomic solar waves, their songs sound like beams of pointed sonic rays. It makes sense, then, that the video for “2020,” directed by Sabina Ratte, should illustrate radiating bands of stark white on black. This isn’t to say that their music is monochromatic or flat. Far from it, in fact. Suuns simply seem to have such confidence in their textures and talents that each soundwave is given piercing aural clarity, its own channel and privileged right to ring out, to an almost burning extreme. A good burn. A real suunny day type of burn.
“2020” is a quintessential sort of scorcher. The track is spare but never scrawny. Its rays are direct and unhidden. The bass synth throbs throughout, and the vocals trade verses with the stuttering, but confident, descending guitarwork. Each instrument’s voice is piercing in its own right, penetrating, and yet no beat is overrun by a competition of sounds. It all adds up to a texture that isn’t exactly analgesic, but comforting nonetheless, if you can submit to it. Suuns seem to appeal to a sense of transcendence that arises from numbness through overexposure, rather than the more traditional comfort via softness and bliss. For those of us who like a deep tissue massage, or extra hot water, or nails down the back, this is the sort of thing that can do the trick.
Suuns sophomore album Images du Futur is scheduled for release on March 5 from Secretly Canadian.