R-I-P [EP stream]
I thought shitgaze was going the way of the trash spectrum. It seemed like each new release was recorded to a lower fidelity medium. Cassette tapes are now all over the place. Home-burned CD-Rs have come and gone and showed up again. Even Times New Viking recorded to a VHS tape in 2009. Hell, if we’ve figured out how to press music to a piece of paper, then why is Seattle’s Witch Gardens now abandoning suit and recording clean guitars and un-reverbed vocals to vinyl? Just what in the hell is going on here?
Listen for yourself below and check out this fancy, highfalutin 7-inch EP over at Waterwing Records.
“Return to the Sky Pt. 2”
Hey everyone, time to jam to this new Samantha Glass (Beau Devereaux) video. The jam is simple: keys, bass, swelling voice, tappings, etc. So, what’s the secret to getting on Not Not Fun after Beau’s Mysteries from the Palomino Skyliner LP (NNF226) drops late June/early July? Um, I dunno. Be real real. Feel it all around. Develop a personalized aesthetic. I don’t know. Make simplicity unique. Begin niche interest. Bring a recorder to a second-world country and get “American-unique” on they aces. Maybe grow your hair out and obsess about nature, like our pal Beau Devereaux. Everyone ready for his debut LP?
20-year-old electric wunderkind Balam Acab has always had a penchant for filthy, bass-heavy beats — less dancehall-ready, more haunted-house-in-the-swamp. It’s not surprising, then, that “Ass Pop,” his brief but nonetheless fascinating take on the strip club jam, is more spooky than sexy: you’ve got your standard handclaps and turbo-bass, sure, but the main attractions are the oozing, molasses-thick drum samples, which may be the strangest accompaniment for any song with “ass” in the title. Oh, and there are some barking dogs in there for good measure. Acab knows one of the key rules of trap music: it isn’t a jam without the woofs.
“Heart Finds the Beat”
Don’t be fooled by the name of the band or the fact that the group has serious ties to shoegaze with hints of dark pleasure pop like The Cure, Slowdive, Pale Saints, or any of that stuff that peers, plays, and pounds decidedly downward into the concrete below. Yes, yes, it’s all here: haunted melodies, the brooding groove, the heart-pumping pulse. But Landing does little work on the ground. Landing, paradoxically, spends most of its time not landing. They are constantly lifting off, soaring ever higher, ever farther into the outer reaches. To listen is to feel the cool winds whistling by, the wetness of enveloping clouds, and the unending freedom of the outstretched blue. Wispy vocals, crispy drums, driving bass, and the mix just soaking in an ocean of reverb all make “Heart Finds the Beat” quite the aerial swim.
This track is the first single from the band’s new self-titled LP, which is out this month on Geographic North and may be pre-ordered from the label right this very minute.
Fairfield is kind of a strange city. The small beacon of art and creativity in the middle of rural Iowa is home to a transcendental meditation university, an annual benefit concert sponsored by the David Lynch Foundation, and a whole collective of creative kids who stave off boredom by filtering nearly every musical genre imaginable through their own brand of electronics and dance music. “Low Cash,” the lead single to the Little Ruckus debut album We Love Evil, is like a mission statement for that entire bored, adolescent community of Fairfield. The song gradually piles layers of chant-punk vocals over screaming trance-like synthesizers, and dance beats that sound like Dan Deacon leading a marching band. I suppose if you are going to be stuck in the middle of Iowa, you might as well embrace it and dance your ass off. Weird Life.
Get into it below, and spend all your cash on “Low Cash” (and the rest of the album) over at their website.
• Little Ruckus: http://www.littleruck.us