Another week, another chance to throw that shade at you. The last week gave us some essential and primary releases as well as a selection of visuals that will leave you saying, ‘Damn! That was definitely a thing I just watched!’ Are ya ready, boots? Start walkin’!
Night Slugs label boss Bok Bok is one of those guys whose work I can always save before listening, because I know that when I do listen I’m going to love it. His remix for Belgian group Arsenal transform a bleakly dull disco track into a virtual predator, thick with syrupy synths, slamming drums and some seriously necessary church organ.
My boy Jonny Teardrop released a new album entitled S H R U G, heavy synths and scuzzy guitar ballads. It’s shit-hot, and a mere 7 bucks which you’d probably waste anyway. Stream it and pick it up here. Jonny’s also formed a new imprint called BATHRXXM, which will be publishing his new book GASH. I’m hoping for something similar to Michael Gira‘s The Consumer; if so, I have my Christmas shopping sorted for 2012.
NYC’s BLISSED OUT has recently been turning his hand at producing hip-hop. His recent work for Shady Blaze goes in deep, pulsating bass and chiming bells lurking beneath Shady’s dro-flow. oOoOO‘s latest peek at his upcoming EP Our Love Is Hurting Us is on a similarly dirty tip, producer Chris Greenspan’s love of hip-hop becoming more apparent than ever in his use of samples (recognize ASAP; they’ve definitely told you enough times.) You can download it for free here too!
Alex Mosko’s guitar work might be better known in the dearly departed AIDS Wolf, but his current noisy explorations as Drainolith are making me fairly wet. ‘You Paid For It’ is a lunging, quivering beast of discordant notes and monotone vocals that feel like illicit peeks into some private journal; the sort of stuff you write when you’re a raging hard-off of teenage nihilism and reality feels like a raw tomb. A thousand phones going off on a bus with this as the ringtone. Desolate vibes for post-after school specialists. His debut LP Fighting! is due out May 29th via Editions Mego.
Nicki Minaj‘s latest album Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded was a huge step back from a lot of her previous work, a vanilla pop-hop mess that made me want to toss it up and projectile-vomit-blast it into the future, where it will arrive as a stinking puke-pile that all the future people can look at it and go, ‘Yuck! Gross, man; Chris Brown collab, eww!’. Thankfully, there’s always the opportunities for refixes, ‘fix’ being the operative word here. What Total Freedom did for ‘Monster‘, New Jersey’s Physical Therapy does for ‘Beez In The Trap’, a bubbly piece of flotsam that even 2 Chainz couldn’t save. Pitch-shifted and chopped into synthetic oblivion, ‘Breaks In The Trap’ is red fire and barbed wire, tempos up and souls out. M¥rr? Ka Ba also dropped a sick remix of Grimes‘ ‘Visiting Statue’, static-laden bass lending brutal strength to the melancholic, shimmering intro. Quite beautiful, actually.
How is Palmistry not a blog darling yet? Anyone who loves How To Dress Well and that sort of dark, white-dude R&B thing should be going nuts over this kid, yet his latest video for ‘I Swear Fai Sai’ has less than a thousand hits. Proof that God is a fake and outdated lie? Not so, for during Coachella weekend, Tupac himself descended from Heaven to hang out onstage with Snoop Dogg and Dre. The extremely dead rapper, whose post-mortem work includes Still I Rise and Tupac Resurrection, ran through ‘Come With Me’, ‘Hail Mary’, and ‘Gansta Party’ before once again ascending into a realm free of sin. Don’t believe the lies. Hologram machine was found unplugged before the set, plus IRL ‘pac never had cool Illuminati tattoo (visible if you were actually there). Check the facts is all I’m saying.
Finally, I’ll completely invalidate this article by asking you why the hell you’re listening to anything else when the new Death Grips album is streaming in its entirety. Tom Krell of the aforementioned HTDW said on his Facebook this morning that he can’t understand why anyone listens to ‘punk’ anymore when he hears stuff like this. Actually there is literally no reason for you to play anything at all besides this album for at least a week. LITERALLY.
BLISSED OUT hails from NYC, but his beats are as cold as the Arctic wastes. “ICE to meet you” they say as they march over your corpse. Somewhere between the grim chug of witched-out industrial, the ghetto gothery of hip-hop, and the paranoid highs of trance sits I, the latest EP from the young producer. It’s the perfect thing for your next Halloween rave; just be sure to have plenty of acid. Stream it below, download it here.