“Mag & Kev & Rad”
Between press emails and music blog RSS feeds, nearly all of my new music discovery happens from someone else running the spotlight. So it’s great when those “I wonder what this band’s been up to?” inquiries pay off. Seattle’s Pill Wonder has been quiet since their wonderful 2010 release Jungle/Surf,” an eight-song safari of jangly, shade-searching pop songs with more than about 30 layers of shaking and thumping auxiliary percussion. Pill Wonder’s new track “Mag & Kev & Rad” doesn’t stray far from the formula. The guitar tones still bounce around a bed of driving drum sounds, only this time, much of the energy has been toned down to a Julian Lynch kind of wooziness, and the obtrusive, overblown vocals are entirely left out. Check it out below.
• Pill Wonder: http://pillwonder.bandcamp.com
The Pluto Moons
Making pop music is something to be made very daringly. Like, like, look at Gaga, Ke$ha even, MNDA’s adverts, Daft Punk featuring Giorgio Moroder, anything Ween ever did, ever. So, I’m feeling that vibe with The Pluto Moons’ Mannequin Legs. Honestly, without all the verbiage below describing the band or the Bandamp’s picture on picture on picture visuals, I imagined just a pair of pantied Mannequin Legs dancing to everything and at the right speed: all entertainment. Controlled and within themselves. Completely conscious of their variety in step and sequence. Right down to the toe, actually. Tipping them legs, shaping the foot arches up to the curves of their calves, and so on. More-so, as if The Pluto Moons were watching these legs lead them in song and groove.
So, here is The Pluto Moons being daring: taking structure and genre and sound, cutting it at the waist, and dancing tracks out with their own patience and humor. Maybe at times a little too far away from where they are trying to take the listener, but sustained by sonic and melodic intrigue. The mystery of “Why?” however is maybe most tossed off. I get that there is mystery here and enjoy their ability to switch up their sound while remaining consistent in pop focused on skill. Shit, it’s even daring in lyrics with the song “BlkPPLSellingWhtPPL#Food,” leaving listeners a little curious of musician intention, but playfully. Yet, I don’t want to know “Why?” As much as I want to, it’s hard for me to pinpoint “Why do I want to know more about this album?” My final conclusion: Listen to Mannequin Legs by The Pluto Moons a dozen more times today for answers. It’ll be a fucking PARTY!! Also, CDs are available through their Bandcamp, which were exclusively sold on tour before. Get ‘em while they’re burning!
• The Pluto Moons: http://theplutomoons.bandcamp.com
Douglas Dare, London-based singer-songwriter, will be releasing his new EP Seven Hours on one of my most favorite record labels, Erased Tapes. It really is a genuine pleasure to help introduce Douglas Dare to a broader, TMT-friendly audience. I’m always nervous about introducing you all to a new (to us) artist, but I really do trust you all will behave appropriately around him. (I know I should know better, but maybe this time will be different?) I’m counting on you being nice to the guy. Make him feel at home, you know? He’s quite good at what he does! And spare him the awkward glances, please, C Monster. Please! And, please, no random Foucault references dropped in conversations, Birkut. (Baby photos are okay, though! Cat photos too, Paul!)
But I’m serious. I have my eye on all of you. Especially you, Ze Pequeno. Especially.
Sigh. Please do that outside, Riboflaven.
Anyway. Yes! It is my pleasure to introduce you all to Douglas Dare and the lovely track from his forthcoming EP, “Lungful.” Enjoy!
Shut up, Ben! Ugh.
Do you see what I have to deal with here?
Okay! Now enjoy!
Douglas Dare’s Seven Hours EP is out September 30 on Erased Tapes.
Sometimes, unprovoked one-off SoundCloud uploads can feel like browsing the unmarked cassette tapes at a thrift store. No context. No date. No sleeve. When familiarity isn’t taken into consideration, the result can be anything you can imagine. The clips from a needle running around the inside groove of a 45 can turn into a rhythm. The squeal of car brakes can become a subtle melody. A single breath looped and repurposed can draw the entire song space. I’m not saying any of these things are making up the sounds you hear on “Pe5.” I’m saying, “Who knows?” And it isn’t it wonderful that “no one” is the answer?
Listen to “Pe5” below. Maybe it’ll end up on an unmarked tape at the bottom of that cardboard box marked “kitchen” in the back corner of the thrift store, and an entire new generation will be able to discern its noises for themselves.
• Ahnnu: https://soundcloud.com/ahnnu
“SOCHA (Lord Prince Edit)”
Yong Yong don’t need no pissing cherubs!
We flail statues from our crumbling surroundings. This is backwards archaeology, yo!
Yong Yong don’t need no Edward Snowden!
We fill the world with endless, flickering footage, and let them work out the focal point!
Yong Yong don’t need no exclamation points !
We massage subtle UK Garage snare clips ‘till they purr!
We like, “YO. WALL E, stop your moaning. You don’t need no robot girlfriend to dance to this shit.”
• Yong Yong: https://soundcloud.com/rodolfo-brito