“gothic is the new hip-hop” - Lil B
So I’m sure ya’ll have noticed that updates on this have been sporadic at best. Moving to Berlin at the end of December, working on various other projects, and frankly I just don’t have the time to do a blog by myself, the way I feel it ought to be done. Which means Better Than Sex is going bye-bye.
OR IS IT. Well it is, in this format. With the help of my friend Emily I’ve started a continuation on a theme I’ve been messing with for a while. The GUCCI GOTH blog is going to be a bit more ‘blurb’y but will still feature me posting music and videos I love, as well as interesting imagery made by myself and friends (i.e. you won’t see the same ol’ reblogged tumblr pics.) Not only that, but aside from Emily and I there will be posts from Laura (Butterclock), Jermaine Jagger (House Of Jagger, GERMS NYC), Meg Clark (Good Morning Midnight), Colin Ward (alphabets), Jonathan Lockhart (Worthless Waste) and plenty of guest posts as well, including a forthcoming exclusive mix by RATCATCHERS. Expect more, because you deserve it. Thanks for a cool three-year run, BTS. Hello, Future.
(and Gucci Goth on FB!)
Strip Mall Seizures is one of those band it seems like I’ve loved forever. Maybe it’s just how timeless they sound; thrashed-out trashed-out art punk never goes out of style, so when I hear that they’ve released a new album I get excited. I get real excited, son, and you should be too. These kids have been releasing some of the best punk tunes for over a decade in various bands, and with every release I’m blown away. I’ll Never Give Up On You picks up where 2008’s Secret To Financial Freedom left off but amps up the cabaret vitriol. Trve mutant spirit. Savage love. Gotta have it.
Advertising Is Murder
Fell in love with Sofia Senna by way of my new jizz Gucci Goth when one of my killers posted this amazing video. Holocaust beats flow syrupy-hot while basement beauties twerk. No links and no MP3s yet but soon; in the meantime get ready for electric body explosions.
Moving to the violent side of visual life, here’s the new video for the always-intriguing Foot Village’s ‘Lovers With Iraqis’. More thoughtful and less flashy, the brute noisepunk force of their power combined with scenes of torture and madness leave you feeling uneasy and restless.
Style. Substance. Flow. My girl Rye Rye has it all, and when you combine it with the hater-proof power of M.I.A. you get something truly timeless. Evoking memories of hot sidewalks and after-school hangouts, ‘Sunshine’ will make you believe in never-ending summer.
As the weather grows colder, I find myself breaking out the minimal bleak-pop more and more, and this fits the menu perfectly. Happy Corners is the new project of Victor (Venezuela) and Maeve (Argentina), their songs beautiful in their melancholy simplicity. ‘Honey Echoes’ is my favorite, an aching waltz through the crisp leaves of love-struck psychosis. They’re expecting to release an EP in March; in the meantime let this flesh out your Autumn playlists.
Live visuals from Amanda Brown’s amazing L.A. Vampires project. Dubby underwater ghost-folk, just how we like it.
I’ve been wrapped up in my own world and sitting on way too much stuff and not posting stuff I said I would and for that I’m sorry. I Am Unreliable. Just way too much on my mind and I keep locking myself up with Lil B and chronic and just making art and trying to decide between Berlin and NYC and just ugh. But this I gotta talk about. Mr. Manic is the project of Kyle McKay, a multi-genre producer and DJ from Philly. I’ve seen this dude evolve from a drag-queen synth player into day-glo punk-hop into his current incarnation of deep deep mutated house. This stuff is jizzle jam, seriously has my mind buggin’ in all the best ways. Check out his latest track he composed on a train, and the killer choppy anthem ‘Indo 2 Hydro’ with his trademark intergalactic vocals processed into oblivion. This is how we party in outer space.
Indo 2 Hydro (feat. Echo Endless)
R. Stevie Moore, your mutant children are beautiful. Superstar & Star has to be the discovery of the month. At least. I know next to nothing about this guy but he’s from the shitty town I grew up in and he’s got the same vibe as Tonetta and that’s aces in my book. VHS mental funktronic music that you can buy from him personally at his Youtube channel or website. Truly special.
(Thanks to Brian Miller for the hot tip!)
Denver’s Colin Ward has released an insane amount of stuff under his alphabets moniker, but he’s about to get mad exclusive with his output. Future major releases are planned to be released only on Laserpalace, so enjoy the big freebies while you can! Here’s a special preview of two new tracks, a combination of glitchy twerked-up electronics and manipulated pop vocals. Sexy/heavy as only Colin can do it.
The musicians of Denver fuel my soul in various ways, but Hideous Men have always been a band I don’t know much about. This new video reveals all: Hideous Men are about:
I haven’t posted any witchy stuff lately because….uh, not much to post I guess? Honestly I’ve just been listening to Ghost Town DJs and electrohouse (remember that stuff? It still exists!) non-stop. Thankfully ✝ NO VIRGIN ✝ was kind enough to send me his brand new track so we can all get our suspiria visions on. Heavy 808s, heavy atmosphere. I hear church bells ringing, I hear the choir of insects crying to the heavens. “Someone’s at the door…”
Cocaine And Ashes
Apartment hunting in Brooklyn has been an exercise in depression and has kept me from doing multiple things including updating this blog; however I’m compelled to mention this new demo collab from LA’s Nguzunguzu and my old favorite LE1F. Odd that such a bleak, clicking slab of ghosted-out hip-hop could be one of the things keeping me from spiralling into black helplessness but these two have always had a certain magic about them. Anyway, back to Craigslist.
Nguzunguzu & LE1F - hate2wait (demo)
Oh hey. It’s me, The Cool Bro. Finally back in Brooklyn and enjoying basically everything. USA #1. One of my main menu choices right now is the mutant sounds of LA’s Pet Sex (Rex) (formerly Marfa & Ne-af,) two of my favorite Cali people who I’ve been wanting music from for a while now. Pure weirdo pop, syntho-monsterchistic jams to get the mental blood flowing down neurodemonic pathways. Heavy petting.
DO NOT SIT ON FENCE