Rather than operate as a music news source, Electronic Beats operates as a music information source. We want to share with you; we want you to know what we’re hearing, what’s reverberating our cochleas and sending broader vibrations throughout our bodies, and by extension our audio-addled souls. Down with that? Welcome to Editors’ Choice.
Lisa Blanning (Online Editor)
E.m.m.a. – Lost Encarta Files Mix
A mix of all originals from the young Keysound-affiliated producer offering an easily digestible, 20 minute introduction to her retro-futurist sound of emotive, 8-bit synth-suites and UK dance riddims.
Jessy Lanza – T&D Mix
Lanza’s mix of sultry R&B numbers and modern, outsider dance music is a good place to start before approaching her soon-to-be-released, graceful R&B-flavored debut on Hyperdub.
Louise Brailey (Deputy Online Editor)
Le1f – “Damn Son” (produced by Shy Guy)
Well, it was inevitable. Mind, I’m just pleased that it was NYC rapper Le1f that’s taken the sample-cum-ident-cum-most overused punchline since “It’s Britney, bitch” and built a dark, swampy track around it—oh, and his double-time flow is better than ever. From the forthcoming mixtape Tree House, out September 10th.
Moritz Gayard (Online Duty Editor)
Manni Dee – “Paper Notes”
Taken from Manni Dee’s recent Between Desires And Deeds 12-inch on Black Sun Records, it’s a lovely, straight forward techno track. For those who know.
Daniel Jones (Contributing Editor)
Mike G – LONG Clothing Mixtape
OooOoo, this is a good one. LONG release quite a few mixtapes of varying quality, but I always tend to pick through ’em anyway because I know those boys have pretty solid taste. This latest being by L.A. bad bwoy Mike G, I know it’s going to be quality, and the tracklist (featuring Rashad, Myrryrs, and a banging Janet Jackson remix) you know you can trust this one to be an excellent summer dance mix.
Dickon Hinchliffe – Red Riding: In The Year Of Our Lord 1980
2013 will be forever remember as the year when I used the term “Blackest Ever Black” so much that now my figures instinctively auto-complete it anytime I write words that start with B. There’s a good reason for that, of course, a few are which are here and the latest of which is this. Red Riding: In The Year Of Our Lord 1980 is the soundtrack to a BBC 4 film trilogy focusing on the murders committed by Yorkshire Ripper from 1975 through 1980. It’s beautiful, dark and perfectly suited for its October release date.
Jannik Schäfer (Social Media Editor)
Klaus Layer – “In My Mind”
Finally! Berlin’s most promising beatmaker Klaus Layer is releasing his debut LP The Adventures of Captain Crook on September 3rd via Redefenition Records. The imprint is run by one of my favorite producers of all time, Damu the Fudgemunk, whose newest LP Spur Momento Trailer will also be coming in early September. Good times!
Read previous editions of Editors’ Choice here.
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: SHALTMIRA
A weekend of promotion, DJing, bass, and Sunn O))) live has left me vibrating, my throat raw and oozing smoke. I am now equal parts salve, salvia, and salivation, consuming an endless karmic wheel of pizza, and it is something like bliss—exacerbated beautifully by the new My Bloody Valentine album. I never thought I’d see a feed made up entirely of the words ‘MBV’, ‘Superbowl’, and ‘Beyoncé’ but a bounty was given unto me and I’m reaping that pop star ballage. Bowl Ball doggin’ time, so I turn to The Sports and a Rick Owens adspot hits me like a dog in a cloak on a t-shirt. “This is Rick Owens for Big Dog,” gothdog Owens smiles, holding up an angular shirt with familiar baller pooch emblazoned affront. “THESE AREN’T DROP CROTCH PANTS,” the drawing shrieks, as Big Rick flexingly flips to the back. “MY HUGE DOG DICK JUST TOO HEAVY.” 1500€, buy it in Paris.
Sewn Leather collaborator DJ Dog Dick ‘s crunkpunk is pure mutant houndology, timeless weirdness that corkscrews beneath the skin. His new EP on HOSS casts surrealist snythglares of the lo-fi sort, as grimy as they are catchy: think drunk children with Casio keyboards, but ya know… really sick and cool, mannn. I saw this guy a few years back, and he was screaming and screaming and I just kept thinking, “I hope this isn’t the whole show, I hope he does more than this,” and it turns out he was just screaming, he wasn’t even on yet, and he came up and shook my hand and told me how much cooler I was than everyone who made fun of me at school. This is from my Dream Diary, by the way. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time.
If you aren’t following the godly Mutant Sounds, you’re missing a lot of bizarre and fascinating music. Thanks to them, I’ve thoroughly soaked my brain in Igor Wakhavitch‘s incredible compositions for years now. A blend of classical orchestration and avant-garde electronics, Wakhavitch embodies that very 1970s spirit of noise-drenched psychedelia in which the roots of industrial, No Wave, and post-rock are all clearly present. Fans of such things would also be wise to seek out Cromagnon as well, for a wilder (but equally magikal) aural rite.
What’s that? You want to know what’s been going in our ears this week, reverberating our cochleas and sending broader vibrations throughout our bodies and by extension our audio-addled souls? That’s a coincidence: here’s this week’s Editor’s Choice.~ Photo: Walter W. Wacht
Daniel Jones (Editor)
Struchni – Machine of Decay (Clip) Struchni once again reminds me why I still rep filthy industrialized dubstep on occasion.
Drippin – Long Clothing Mixtape All of the mixes on LONG’s website are fantastic but this one has been soundtracking the last few days for me. Hard and sexy.
Moritz Gayard (Online Duty Editor)
DJ Comrade – Favela Trap I thought I was sick of trap but then I pressed play and whoops: Brazilian producer fuses baile funk and trap to create some sort of “favela trap”. Big thing in 2013, I promise.
Sebastien Tellier – Sedulous (Mickey Remix) Give it up for some grande 80s-inspired French Pop with a touch of melodrama and plenty of charm–released on November 23rd through the always inspiring Rekord Makers imprint over in Paris.
Michael Lutz (Duty Editor)
To Rococo Rot – He Loves Me (Four Tet remix) German electronica trio To Rococo Rot have a massive boxset coming up that you should consider spending your dough on. The Four Tet track above is one of three remix works that come on an additional 12inch—with Mute’s Daniel Miller and Mira Calix also on the bill.
Drexciya – Journey Of The Deep Sea Dweller III Part three in the Drexciya reissue series. Out on Clone Classic Cuts in early December. Necessary stuff.
Michael Aniser (Contributing Editor)
Twerk –Down (DJDS HARD EDIT) DJ Donna Summer is on it again with some sick drum’n’bass beats.
Felicia Atkinson – Summer Eyes The always amazing Felicia Atkinson just released her new Summer Eyes EP on Morc Records.
Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your mummy hand above your head and slowly, gently, order another mummy hand. You’re gonna need it. This is Audioccult, and it’s time to talk about mummy hands.
Do you ever get hate for your mummy hand?
I get a lot of hate, both in public and online, for my collection of mummy hands and mummy hand necklaces. None of the hands in my possession hands came from factory mummy farms; they’re all vintage tomb-raided (two are OG Pharaoh). I’m not a fan of cruelty, and I don’t support modern mummification. Wearing those industry-grown hands is a crime and should be treated like one.
Most Baby Bandagers (what we Urs call newbs in the scene) can’t tell an Incan priestess from a bog body, and there’s a lot of dealers who will try to sell you some bad mummy hands. Make sure you trust the man, woman or child selling you the mummy hand. Always ask for the source before buying, and if possible try to secure a certificate of location removal.
If you’re just getting into mummy hands
Start with the Classic. No frills but that’s not always a bad thing. This is just an all-around good mummy hand for anyone. BEWARE: Many beginners mistake the cheaper Retro mummy hand for the Classic. I hear a lot of buyer’s remorse stories about this. Take your time and do some research before you buy. For the price, Classic mummy hand is where it’s at.
If ancient mummies are also your passion (and problem) please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. For more information about mummies, set BlackBlackGold as your homepage.
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.
I can’t really count the number of times I’ve had to explain to people just what my ‘deal’ is, only to have them smash the MIND-DEATH button and scream ‘NO DEAL‘. When I started doing this column, the point wasn’t that the music be centered around a specific format; rather it was to bring a more diverse sound to EB.net in the vein of my personal blog Gucci Goth (now BlackBlackGold). In my world of sound, the dirty R&B house of Brenmar fits perfectly beside the blackened noise-metal of Gnaw Their Tongues and the baroque breakcore of Nero’s Day At Disneyland. This make sense to me, and this column is an attempt to make my sense sensual for you. Yet I still get emails sometimes asking me to explain myself: is this a goth column? is it ‘witch house’? Is it meant to be ironic? These are questions people usually ask when what they really mean is ‘I’m a really musically straightforward person and I don’t get oddities.’ Which is fine, if totally boring for me, but it does make me feel sometimes that perhaps I’m not being direct enough—especially if people feel that my style of writing is meant to be insincere or ironic.I promise you, the reader, that while I may be silly, or weird, or writing through a haze of mind-altering substances (or memories of them) that I am entirely sincere and entirely lacking in irony, which hasn’t been an interesting social tool ever since people decided it was a good replacement for a personality. Audioccult, and in fact anything that I promote, is exactly this: things that I think are interesting, regardless of genre. I draw from my youth as a goth, my love of hip-hop and bass music, and my experience as a music promoter and musician. I hope that the past twenty entries have been interesting for at least some of you, and that, in some way, I have turned you on to my aural world. Twenty entries from now, I hope I still do.
With that in mind, here’s a bunch of goth shit.
A$AP Rocky‘s LongLiveA$AP is high on my list of anticipated releases; even more so after hearing A$AP Mob‘s latest mixtape Lords Never Worry. The best cuts do tend to be the ones that feature Rocky, with ‘Thuggin’ Noise’ at the front both literally and figuratively. The laid-back, casual grimness of both the lyrics and beats make this one of his most memorable since…well, anything he’s done with Clams Casino, I suppose, but that’s more on Clams. I will say that I was disappointed that ‘Bangin’ On Waxx’ wasn’t a Blood & Crips cover. Meanwhile, A$AP’s current #1 beef SpaceGhostPurrp made his fans salivate with the free release of his Mysterious Phonk instrumentals. I remember how pissed off a lot of 4AD lovers were (and are) about his debut being released on their beloved label; to them I say listen to these beats and tell me they’re not as dark and underground as anything 4AD has ever released and I’ll laugh and clap that Lil B x Cocteau Twins atcha.
Melding hip-hop with dark beats is hardly a new phenomenon. Pretty much anything to come out of the South has a sinister vibe that would make Andrew Eldritch shiver (possibly even more than looking at his mess of a career), but it’s more recently that reconceptualists have been incorporating the heavy dancefloor cyberpanic of industrial dance. Fostercare‘s last mixtape for LONG Clothing featured a fantastic mashup of Distorted Memory‘s ‘Black Fields’ and Lil’ Kim‘s ‘The Jump Off’ that’s been unstoppable in my iPod these last couple weeks. I really need to do a mixtape entirely made up of this sort of stuff… or someone else does (hint hint). Speaking of mixtapes, Liver Diet just dropped a brand new one. Curated by High Park, it’s packed with plenty of sounds that should be familiar to regular EB readers including Gesaffelstein and LOL Boys. It does err a bit close to techno for my taste, but it still has enough divergence to keep me interested.
If you saw last week’s Skrot Up recommendation, you probably also found out about Submissions (if you didn’t, then do; nearly everything on that label is gold). Normally I don’t go in so much for vocalists who sound like Ian Curtis and aren’t Ian Curtis, but these kids are very much ‘inspired by’ rather than not ‘ripping off’. ‘Get To Dying’ is the perfect blend of industrial-tinged post-punk sounds reminiscent of early Godflesh and the like, peppered with squawking shrieks and submerged in layers of chugging guitars and reverb-laden drum machine. It’s all extremely satisfying. Recent discovery Hirsute Pursuit creeps closer to the post-industrial acid of audio warriors Psychic TV, and it’s no wonder when you consider the group’s alumni. The bear-centric project features legends (however you chose to think of such a term) of their scene including sadly departed Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson of the great Coil and Boyd Rice, whose cheez-shock tactics and suspicious White Powerisms I’ve never really been fond of (if he means it he’s a douche and if he doesn’t that basically makes him the industrial Marilyn Manson). Here, however, he delivers an explicit and thoroughly enjoyable cover of David Bowie‘s ‘Boys Keep Swinging’.
There’s more, of course; there’s always more. But for now I’ll only say: be open. Be weird. There’s enough one sided-music fans in the world, and there’s enough wonderful and fascinating music to change them. The days of playing an US vs THEM version of social musical chairs should be left for the past. You don’t have to like a single damn piece of music that I’ve posted here, today or otherwise, but I hope that you allow yourself to experience it (and the vast variety of other non-commercial music that exists) on some level. Otherwise, how can your soul breathe?