My laptop is on the fritz for the second time in a month, and as a consequence of the advanced erosion of my social life and steadily-progressing agoraphobia, this is like Stephen Hawking experiencing a power surge.
As a means of keeping myself sane, I guess I’ll try to post whatever music I find throughout the day that strikes my fancy. And so:
Demrus ft. Coma-Eva
Out-Burial-ing Burial. Sorry for the grammatical nosebleed that might indeed cause.
I’ve been sympathizing hard with Vanda Alexandre as of late; she is studying for exams, and I have more than a few painful memories of forcing my scholastically-challenged brain to do that which it was not designed to do. There was a certain kind of music I listened to at the time; The Nurse by the White Stripes was kind of my anthem. Speaking generally, I favored music in those days that conveyed the mood of a person who, despite being face-down in the mud with some faceless foe’s boot pressed down firmly upon their head, is nevertheless optimistic because he gets the feeling that the owner of said booted foot will stop stomping just prior to death.
As I imagine her, Vanda Alexandre has a similar need for this kind of music, and her most-recent posting of this particular track is all the evidence I need.
Norman Sane – No Good Will Come
The track title and the artist’s handle makes me feel like he’s cut from mine own cloth, and it makes me want to perform simple tasks for him. Back in 1995, David Bowie released an album birthed from a collaboration with Brian Eno entitled “1. Outside”. It was the most concept-y of concept albums, and was not well-received, but I happen to think it’s the best thing he’s ever done. There were supposed to be two follow-up albums, but Bowie abandoned the idea. No Good Will Come sounds like the follow-up album that never was. The use of pads is cinematic, the creation of atmosphere is really breath-taking, and then the drums come in and do exactly what I want them to do. There’s a maturity and confidence here that you really don’t hear amongst even the top EDM producers around today under the age of thirty. Also, the artwork is fantastic; reminds me of Terry Gilliam or Jeunet and Caro’s post-apocalyptic steam punk stuff.
Summer of Haze – Twilight Occulta
I’ve only ever heard Summer of Haze by way of their collaboration with starrrgasm, and I regret having not remedied this situation sooner. The name ‘Summer of Haze’ is perfectly indicative of the sound; this is music for oppressive heat and shimmering hallucinatory vision. If this describes your locale’s current temperature, I encourage you to throw this on; it’ll help you get okay with it. Or at least hang a lovely frame around it.
Ineqa – Terrestrials teaser
dub step done right. if you’re a snob, you’ll dismiss this, but fuck you for doing so. Ineqa knows what the ‘D’ in EDM stands for (hint: it doesn’t stand for dick head)
Whilst searching for blogs that might me sympathetic to mine own musical output, I came across Mutant Vinyl courtesy of dontneedmelody.com
This is happy music. Even when it tries to be sad, it’s still pretty damn happy sounding. I find myself envious of the chemically-balanced mind of its creator. This is not an unusual occurrence for me, and usually I run away from this kind of shit just as fast as I can. However, I like this. It’s commercial, it’s clean, and it’s good. Makes me wish I was a different kind of person!