Bonafide Magazine @ MSN: The Week in Beats: Mood Hut, Mac Miller, Nite Jewel and more |  |
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Posted: 05 Aug 2016 09:42 AM PDT
The internet can be a daunting place at the best of times, and when it comes to music there's a never ending rabbit hole of mixes, remixes, tracks, mixtapes and videos being uploaded on the daily. It's physically impossible to be able to digest everything that is throw into the public consciousness, so we've taken time out to handpick the six freshest beats we've heard this week to make your life a bit easier. Kick back and enjoy them over the weekend. Here is the Week In Beats.
Mood Hut – Better Vancouver based label Mood Hut have released this corker of a track and its got us wanting to pop bottles and do a dance. With every play, a different piece of cleverly placed production reveals itself, allowing the listener to revel and immerse themselves in the sound even further. Glass in hand, get this one on repeat. Nite Jewel – Running Out Of Time (Julia Holter Remix) Julia Holter has replaced the modern funk usually present in Nite Jewel's tracks with some wholesome ambiance for her remix of Running Out Of Time. Virtuous, peaceful and divine in its delivery, like dust particles floating in the light. A beautiful collaboration by the ladies from L.A. Massive Attack, Ghostpoet – Come Near Me The recognizable lethargic, London twang of Ghostpoet sounds so at home on this new Massive Attack track. After previewing Come Near Me on their "sensory remixer" app; Fantom, which takes into consideration your surroundings and adjusts the song accordingly. Massive Attack continue to innovate with cinematic visuals, high profile casting and cold, cold seas for this video. Mac Miller – Dang! (feat. Anderson .Paak) Produced by Canadian born, Pomo who also put the soul behind Anderson .Paak's Am I Wrong has made another banger, Dang! .Paak is methodically and each time more brilliantly laying down vocals for every rapper on the block. So it's no surprise that our man Mac Miller wanted a bit on the action, but who can blame him, this is too good. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMi8pXOaR9M Zomby & Burial – Sweetz British, electronic divinities "got us fucked up" with this new one. Sweetz explores a murky, sweaty soundscape as if you've embarked on the impossible challenge of running away from a bad dream. The journey is a hairy one and once those headphones are on, there's no escaping the chase. Raury – NEVERALONE Raury's first skydiving experience influenced this song and his admiration for daredevil, Luke Aikins who jumped from 25,000ft with nothing but a net to catch him. Coincidently, Neveralone, holds similar tones to Laurie Anderson's O Superman from 1982. Is this song less about diving and more about flying?  |
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Posted: 05 Aug 2016 05:27 AM PDT
Secret sets, dusty days and inspired music programming; Nozstock 2016, (5,000 people at most) impressed. Passionate people poured over the production, their time well spent planning interesting, effective yet simple sets. Enough happened, but it was never overwhelming. Every performer communicated their appreciation for the atmosphere and most decided to stay. At few festivals would you find the headline act strolling the trodden paths, soaking up the atmosphere, snapping shots and sharing nods with approving fans. Commendation to the 'things' that are near impossible to place, yet complete. That being said, here are the 'things' that I liked the best.
The Garden stage held many wonders; new music, sound system, sofas. Its banked side and short length provided a semi-enclosed space music can so wonderfully fill. Normanton Street were the first act I encountered. This four-piece who reside in Brighton set the bench mark high. The bass line from the guitars came through your chest hard. Their characters quirky and powerful but each individual; northern accents streaming through authentic bars from the boys, whilst Phoebe, the lead, blasted the mic with ease. Shanty showed us some funky, UK reggae – and another incredible vocalist hitting notes and tones previously unknown, a perfect dub accompaniment to the intense sun on our backs. Anchorsong; one talented man, a drum machine and a keyboard, tapping out tracks on the spot got us out of our seats and in awe. In the darkness Foreign Beggars filled the garden, a mass of people lined the bank and beyond. With resounding bass, the sound system got put through its paces and somehow came out unscathed. Then when you thought it couldn't go any lower DJ Nonames created a new vibration, sending the energy flying and the crowd insane.  The Bullpen. This was a stage where, outwardly anything went. No rules or set lists, just bucket hats and bars spat. Even through red eyes and blurred vision, a code was prevalent and the boys performing pulled it off. Impromptu improvisation from Tenchoo who made rhymes from Buxton and Evian bottles, blew our minds. The barn that became the Bullpen was home for every hip-hop head, anytime of the day entertainment was guaranteed. This quote pretty much sums it up; “We might get cut off so we’re going to squeeze as many in as we can” – cheeky boys pushing their luck as far as they can manage! The wide mouthed, main stage was the perfect dimension for the Saturday headliners, many in their numbers; Hot 8 Brass Band and Jurassic 5 spread across the stage like smoke over water. Hot 8 played an enchanting set in the Hidden Valley, their horns, hearts and harmonies channelling that Sexual Healing as the evening light caught the orchard and settled into night. After a long wait for the famous six, the lyrics that stick were "Taking four MC’s and make them sound like one", so tight and clean in their delivery, appreciated even more so in the flesh. Rehearsed to perfection and an absolute pleasure to witness; Cut Chemist and DJ Nu-Mark on the desks too, no slip ups, only slipmats.  The Sunday send off was spectacular too, a cohort of fire performers lit up an enormous Egyptian eye which had laid undetected over the weekend. The fire lead us to an area which had also passed us by, the psytrance den, pretty in its UV glow, but monotonous in its beats. There were things to be discovered at Nozstock and a for many it was a perfect feat. For me, however there could have been less at 160bpm and a little more at 110. Photos: Clare Leach & Liam Furneaux Words: Holly Hollister  |
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