Sorry about the coitus interruptus; I’m heading back to NYC from Berlin in a few days and busy busy busy. Updates when I get back but in the meantime here’s the spacey new video for Geneva Jacuzzi’s ‘Space Heater’. Martian desert sex on Olympus Mons? Blast off for the mons venus.
I know, I know. I’ve been riding the GHE20 GOTHIK dillz hard lately. What can I say, these guys got my attention. Tomorrow, something totally different, word is bond but I’d be a dang fool not to mention the new GG mix from Total Freedom. Darker by far than their last mixtape, this one is bypasses the retro-rave for straight hood vibes. Creep-hop takes center stage this Halloween season. Lean back, crank it up.
(Edit: Link updated!)
Anyone in LA will know the name Fancy Space People, but those of us in other climes are just beginning to get a clue. Their psychedelic immensity is due in part to the fact that they’re made up of some of LA’s Weirdo Cognesceti. Names like Nora Keyes and Don Bolles shouldn’t be new to anyone, but then there’s artist/musician Emily Blong of My Velcroe and graphic artist Brian Bamps too. This is something that screams ‘quality mutation’, and they have the music to back it up too. Check out this beautiful track (about one of my fave subjects, natch!) and preview/purchase two more at their bandcamp page.
I was catching up on blogs when I stumbled across this post from Mishka. Eerie parallels to the last few weeks of my life, from the ’90s rave up to discovering Redlight the other day. When I saw the video for ‘What You Talking About’ I yelled “HOLY SHIT” so loud I woke up my German friend and got yelled at in German (I’m still trapped in Europe, by the way.) No apologies, if anything is worthy of a loud cuss, this video is. Hurling fistfuls of color and shapes into your eyes, getting you in trance mode and then bashing your teeth in with heavy grime rhymes. Taking me back to the days of Fly Girls, massive sounds weaving through the air with dirttty diva vocals. The dopest flows. The dopest prose.
It’s a video day! This is the beautiful ButterClock’s new one, featuring her track ‘Beverly Hills’ and with visuals by Black Swan. If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like inside my head, this is as close as you can come without surgery.
Beautiful new live video from the always-impressive Tearist. I think I used the same piece of scrap metal in my own band…..
Damn, what can I say. It’s been a slow few days, not much to write about except a few key leaks and such and I’m stuck indoors with only a copy of 28 Gun Bad Boy to keep me company. So it’s another dance mixtape, from me to you. A bit of Chicago house and a newer cut from the awesome Spoek Mathambo, but mainly some of my fave late ’80s/early ’90s rave, with some nasty ol’ bad vibes tossed in at the end from a buddy of mine. And yeah, those are snippets of dialogue from Clarissa Explains It All….late-night viewing going hand-in-hand, just how I work. Too much flava for witches but just enough power for my bitches. Cutting-edge? Maybe not. Fun as hell? Believe.
BRAINDEAD - BRAINDEAD
A GUY CALLED GERALD - BOASE UP
FOUL PLAY - FEEL THE VIBE (AGAIN)
SPOEK MATHAMBO - MSHINI WAM
MISSION CONTROL - OUTTA LIMITS
CAJMERE FEAT. DAJAE - BRIGHTER DAYS
LOVETRONIC - YOU ARE LOVE (AFTER HOURS PAYBACK SESSION)
BAD BOY BILL - JACK IT ALL NIGHT LONG
JOSHUA GANZBIEBER - JEANNINA BODDLE
Yeah, I know I’m late writing about this one, but it ain’t about the race, it’s about the style. Which is something Brenmar has in spades. Not only is he one-third of ever-evolving ghost punks These Are Powers, he’s also making some of the best remixes and club music in NYC. After soundtracking the summer with his banging 24K Mix and DJing as part of the GHE20 GOTHIK crew, he’s been hard at work on his At It Again EP, which he recently finished. This is going to be one of the essential dance cuts of the year; you can check out a sample of it below along with another dancefloor killer and his bomb-ass remix of Aaliyah’s ‘Are You That Somebody’.
At It Again is out soon on Discobelle. Get it.
I’ve mentioned Daniel Fisher AKA Physical Therapy before here; his heavy remix of Alicia Keys’ ‘Unthinkable’ has become one of my favorite songs of the year, and I’ve thrown a few of his other tracks in various mixes. The man is adept as hell at twisting pop into just the right combination of tense vibes and melancholic dance, one of the reasons he’s part of the awesome GHE20 GOTHIK crew. His latest remix is a collab between Keys and Drake, with washes of ocean waves and skittering beats overlaying everything. Sure to make your soul rocket.
When witch house hit this year, it hit big. Or as big as a blog-derived genre can get, anyway. Suddenly everyone was gothing out and pretending they knew what purple drank was. Bigger dudes like Pitchfork, Drowned In Sound and even freakin’ Warren Ellis started being all, “Hey, guys: NEW THING” and that paved the way for more people to download Wavepad and copy/paste a symbol into their name. And that’s when it all started to go wrong.
It seems like every other day I see another band pop up with a long line of crosses and triangles and what’s basically a slowed-down Beyonce track. Guess what! For a music genre to be interesting, it has to be based on creating music. Balam Acab is a good band because he’s making achingly beautiful, dubstep-influenced beats that speak to the teenager inside us all. NIKE7Up is a good band because dude is like the Shadow Earth Girl Talk, warping pop music beyond simple screw edits into sinister-ass Top 40 hits that you can still jam out to. Groups like Butterclock and UNISON are good bands in an even more traditional sense; twisting cool, icy diva vocals around minimal synths. Pictureplane is a good band because his live shows kill, his music is transcendental mutant house, and he invented the damn name anyway. SALEM is a good band provided they’re cloaked in fog/darkness/vocal effects because even though they have epic studio output they’re still just three white people rapping. ┼┼E∆VY NI†E_†UR► and his slowed-down Soulja Boy track is not a good band or even a band at all, it’s a dude with ADD trying to ride the bandwagon.
I’m not saying slowed music is bad; groups like AIDS-3D and Mater Suspiria Vision do this to great effect because it works in tandem with the videos they create, i.e. it’s more an art project than anything else. And of course it all comes from DJ Screw originally. But to build a genre, something original has to come from it. And if it can’t, then witch house is better off dead. Wear your influences on your sleeve if you have to. Refuse to play unless you’re surrounded by fog machines. Hell, shove a million crosses into your band name until you’re nothing but crosses and everyone calls you The Cross, but MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN MUSIC.
At the very least, leave Beyonce alone. Her tracks are good enough at normal speed.
London synthpunks TEETH have been wowing me with their bouncy, noisy goodness for a couple years, but with their new single ‘See Spaces’ they’ve created something truly beautiful. Veronica So has channeled her vocals into something more dream than scream, and the result has me melting in my chair. Check out their new video below, and get the 7” single from Moshi Moshi.
Four months of touring have left me mentally fried. Downtime is needed but posts will resume shortly.
Mixtape Time ends with a (gang)bang via the Hottt Slutttz from Gay Mormon Kissing Club. No more I love yous, just a sweet sweet fantasy baby. Also, remember yousendit? Totally forgot it exists but that’s what they sent it via and I think that’s adorable.
ButterClock collaborator Emily Church aka SBK has created a mini-mixtape just for Better Than Sex! Proving she’s just as clever with pop mutations as she is with the dreamy visuals she employs, Emy drags together r’n’b and hip-hop into a tricked-out tone perfect for casual satisfaction. Chewy + cheap American Luv, SBK-style. We luv it too.
Two teenage boys from South Africa. Words that don’t necessarily conjure up the phrase ‘sub-tribal elevator music from hell’ but then Le Elbow are full of mysteries. Almost no web presence, and each bit of information I can find seems to contradict the last. Are they 8bit horror movie scorers churning out Excite-Bike rallies down Dead Man’s Curve? Are they witch house so lo-fi that even ghosts struggle to hear them? Are they primitivists who snuck into suburbia to steal a theremin? Why is the elbow the most painful place to get hit? How many licks does it take to lick her like a lollipop? Lil’ Wayne may never know.