Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your arms above your head and slowly, gently, exhale your soul. You won’t need it here. This is Audioccult, and it’s time to get low. Illustration: Simone Klimmeck
Everything feels like it’s happening lately. Seeing Le1f finally blow up this year has been a delight. Vatican Shadow has filled a musical void I didn’t even know was in me. The Rihanna Plane situation has provided laffs aplenty thanks to crazy fun + spoiled popstar, though I legit hope the plane lands at some point and they open the door and a slurry of bones pours out because I haven’t seen X-Files in a while. And, of course, all that other stuff.
As I’ve been writing this column for something like half a year now, I’ve presented various genres of music and odd bits of writing to the ever-vague Reader, which I suppose is you. Hello, you. I hope you’ve been pleased or repulsed by this column. One of those, or something else. I hope for a response, on any level, because it’s Cool to Feel. Even if it’s just via standing close to the speaker during a hot bass rumble.
I’ve been editing music more than I’ve been listening to it these last few weeks. As this year has progressed, so too has my career as a DJ. Yes, anyone can do it, but not everyone can do it well. I suspect my secret has more to do with my tendon-stretched, hyper-alien dance moves and penchant for occasionally taking off my clothing than any great technical ability, but having a weird way of looking at things is another good tool. I’m more inspired by the idea of mashups than proper remixes: the idea of taking two things and making something new and unintended is very appealing to me. This is also why I have so many kids. Bad dad.
The next edition of Audioccult will be a live mix from my debut appearance in Budapest, where I’ll be DJing for the launch party of the fashion-as-art magazine NERO Homme. This marks the first occasion I’ve performed at a fashion event. Although the aesthetics of KTZ, Damir Doma and the like are all very much my shit, I’m not really a fashion person. Give me a nice piece of clothing and in two days it’ll have a pizza stain. The few fashion people who’ve shown up to my parties usually stand off to the side for a bit, then leave once the clothing starts coming off. I’m sure it will be fun, however, and I always aim to please. I have a very ritualistic set planned, pieces that are introspective and deep and personal to me. I’ll probably just play R&B and trap, though. It’s all about that fast money, baby!