“From Love to Dust”
If you want some impossible-to-dance-to rhythms, Project Mooncircle is your resource. Sina’s From Love To Dust, out in early November, just barely holds its elements together for three minutes of spliced vocals and dangerously placed hi-hat. This makes it a fairly thrilling experience. Anyone who’s heard the jittery brilliance of Shlohmo or artists in the Brainfeeder gang will hear where Sina’s been influenced. But he does manage to give his productions a distinctly British feel. I’m not talking about trivial niceties with tea and crumpets here; this is good old pessimism served with a dose of healthy gloom.
• Project Mooncircle: http://www.projectmooncircle.com
Technology and digital shit is always progressing. I saw a TED lecture two or three years ago about the rate in which technology doubles itself, and how this rate gets faster every day. What I enjoy in music today is how musicians preserve their work. Like, the way each audio track is recorded can be rendered from a wide variety of digital and physical equipment. What do the new DJ Rashad, Caretaker, Javelin, and Michał Jacaszek joints all got in common? They all taking from the old and making it new. Now, I don’t have a set definition for any word in particular, but old/new — in music, that is — shapes a somewhat solid meaning for “progressive.” And in “Dare-gale,” Jacaszek got into his old school baroque zone. Yeah-yeah, and his sparkling-ambiance, featuring electric static and softly spoken tickled bells make me question how many bitches he own. But getting no answer is straight with me. ‘Cause I don’t know shit. Unless it’s December 6, when Jacaszek’s new album Glimmer hits the internet via Ghostly International.
Like many artists concentrating their efforts on noise and drone, Haptic are an enigmatic bunch. And also similar to others in the field, they’re a prolific bunch as well. However, I’m not sure others could boast such varied instrumentation:
A-Bitrman, Acousticon hearing aid, A-E2, air conditioner, bass drum, baoding balls, bows (cello and violin), cassette recorders, contact microphones, crotales, cymbals, DS-1, EHX-2880, e-bow, electric fan, electric bass, fabric, floor tom, found home recordings, FX42-B, GE-7, guitars, harmonica, hurdy gurdy, laptop computer, lapsteel, leaf, location recordings, marbles, metronome, ME-50, MF-105M, MX802A, open circuits, oscillator, paper (various weights), parade drum (bass), pianos (baby grand, concert grand, Rhodes), portable CD players, PS-5, radio, record player, recorder telephone pickups, RV-3, sand, sewing machine, snare drum, sparklers, strobe light, tone chimes, tuning forks, wineglass, wire brush, wooden clothespin
Now, I have as much knowledge of the intricate sounds of an “Acousticon hearing aid” as the next person, yet each item on the list seems to have its own cameo in Haptic’s tenth release, coordinated by Entr’acte and FSS. The result is a phenomenally complex and arid drone sound that is constantly and subtly changing. What begins as an ambiguous, warm chord mutates into what sounds like the vents of a deserted office block (something like these guys) before wailing sine waves and other screaming pitches kick in. As an anagram of silence, the title of the record hopes to portray the way sound and silence are never created, but merely reordered into new forms. So, for me, it’s hats off to the air conditioner, which I’m quite sure is the star player after having been arranged to create this disturbing and fascinating soundscape.
Lush [album trailer]
Culture Dealer got they’s video vibe going good, here representing Ferrari Jackson as the greatest soft drink commercial 1989 had to offer. They bringing that sexy-cool liquid, with a splash of cherry juice and tingles of antifreeze outweighing flavored vodka. I bought the cassette last night. These jams will be my farewell to summertime. It’s been gone awhile, but Ferrari Jackson will make the send-off official. Also, Lush is definitely a step forward for all them VHS/nostalgic/tape-dust reelers flavoring the cassette scene for[like]ever. Lush is the area between seasonal change and people not really paying any attention. Outer Limits Records should re:open only to house Ferrari Jackson’s future discography. Or, at least get Not Not Fun or 100% Silk to dig it for a minute. You can dig it now via Culture Dealer. I don’t think it’s been out too long, but neither has the label. So bust that C20 open in the islands of Waikikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
• Culture Dealer: http://culturedealer.com
Bedroom clubbing hub Boiler Room has just posted this laid back number from Brooklyn producer KRTS. It sounds like a more upbeat take on the brilliant Airhead and his out of sync, disorientating bass music. Yet instead of prompting a lot of weeping into empty Red Stripe cans, KRTS manages to speak the sweet language of soul thanks to muted vocals that provide some simply sumptuous harmony. It sounds to me as if the protagonist in the song is not particularly keen for whoever she is addressing to let go, but that’s as much as I can establish from the vocals. Nevertheless, having one phrase repeated again and again (and again) is a wonderful dance music institution, and may it remain that way.