someone broke into my car
i lost the bulk of my work to a thief who won’t conceive of its value
thankfully i found this collection of recordings from 2014-2015 on various tapes in my studio, and recorded new versions of old works with ITASCA PHASAR on drums
And just as someone has stolen your gear, Studenets, you have stolen our hearts and minds with your wonderful collage/beat/drone musics! Sorry about the bad news, tho. Bummer city. :(
Mutant is out today. To celebrate, Arca and visual collaborator Jesse Kanda have released an incredibly NSFW video for “Front Load.” We won’t ruin the experience, but the following sentence is part of the video’s description: “Jesse took one of my pomegranates for this vid without asking.”
食品まつり a.k.a FOODMAN
Thoughts: where’s Mukqs at on this one? Huh? Pshhhhhhhhhh, nevermind.
Words: the majority of my friends listen to Warren Zevon and other shit I politely smile through (Ah, no fucking way. I moan the whole time, fer realz), and I’m also subjected to the radio at work, so when I finally get some alone time, and the mood is just right, dipping into some “mo” is like taking that first big stretch after a long car ride, or maybe even getting that knowing glance from your sister after your Mom goofs up an actress’ name. It’s the relief of pocketed community, in other words. And I’m not saying fucking up names or liking certain (shitty) music is below/beyond me. Just saying 食品まつり a.k.a FOODMAN is my comfort food. He warms my belly. Maybe Zevon does this for you. Hopefully not though. Whatevs.
Facts: “mo” is off the freshly available HOT RICE, care of Patient Sounds.
As the sweltering, hedonistic vibe of summer gives way to the cold, (seemingly) never ending darkness of the winter, it’s natural that we turn our attention from summer club bangers to lush, mid-tempo, and rhythmic spinners. Mancunian producer James Booth, unleashing his second release for 100% Silk, hits nice and soft with Human Rites, a six song cycle that’s front to back a smooth ride of crisp house for the groove heads. The title track, streaming below, is the most mellow of the batch, more for the slow comedown of the party than for the euphoric highs, but nonetheless it’s a killer tune. The entire EP, recently unleashed alongside a new Cherushii EP, spins straw into SILK GOLD, and adds to the slim yet impressive discography of Mr. Booth. If you need me I’ll be gripping my copy of this record, tossing it on the Hi-Fi, and getting my dance on at club home : ) : ) : )
Wounded City EP
Hmm, this Wounded City EP is interesting. I typically am not so easily accepting of new/unfamiliar groups that garner lyrical/vocal releases, especially if they condone singing styles that are akin to various other bands, but Dried Spider does something intriguing here. Other than them contacting Tiny Mix Tapes because of a reference from underground angel Barnaby Bennett, but Wounded City mingles such a colorful array of styles into their overall sound that is portrayed more like a collection of travels than something considered “all over the place.” Even if one could loosely define Dried Spider’s newest EP being “all over the place,” their left field antics never sound too experimentally overdone and the accessibility of their sound is akin of what I’d expect my moms to listen to while chillin’ on a west coast beach of Mexico.
As one experiences the video for Wounded City, Dried Spider doesn’t come off cocky or egotistical either: they’re not all jamming out to the soul of song, or even casually walking and singing, NO! They all seem proud of their work, standing and chatting and chilling atop of the land they breathe upon, flushed with casual happiness and unintimidating swag. The same sorta swag that draws me into Dried Spider’s variety of song structure and EP fluidity. Songs switch time signatures like mad, piano sounds scattering through, bass and drums doing they jorb on the random-at-random, guitars echOOing throughout, synthetic sounds bursting on the low, trickles of imagery of travels and life, and -overall- pure joy. Experience Wounded City by Dried Spider entirely below: