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Posted: 14 Jul 2014 08:55 AM PDT
After a slow build, something of a career climax |
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Posted: 14 Jul 2014 08:55 AM PDT
After a slow build, something of a career climax |
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Posted: 05 May 2014 11:46 AM PDT
Imagining China requires more than easy listening. |
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Posted: 15 Apr 2014 07:01 AM PDT
A wash of narcoleptic synths and stumbling beats with no momentum All this is particularly remarkable for a dude who consistently looks and sounds as though he just woke up from an all-night bender. The process of writing, recording and playing nearly every note on Built on Glass, his first full-length album, may have dragged Faker out of his bedroom, but he actually sounds less awake and fully realized than on his earlier work: There’s nothing as effective as the oscillating electric piano on “Diggity” and little as catchy as his Flume collaboration. This is PBR&B without the inspiration of a Weeknd or Frank Ocean — a wash of narcoleptic synths and stumbling beats with no momentum. Despite his moniker, Faker’s got a genuine presence and it’s not all dissolute. In nearly every song here, he alludes to being emotionally and physically stuck, and his see-sawing tunes capture the vibe of someone whose bad habits, inner turmoil, and pull toward self-destruction get him nowhere and keep him there. Unfortunately, the music mirrors him: On “Talk Is Cheap,” the first single, his pained cry is compelling, but overly repetitive keys and vocal samples stagnate the track. All this comes to a head in “Melt,” in which he admits his happiness is “some kind of fucked up mess” while his duet partner Kilo Kish dreams of her bones being broken before she breaks off the relationship. But rather than capturing a capricious spark between losers, the two just sound lost: Faker comes off, irritated while Kish can’t even hit her easy notes. A sexual connection so strong that it’s likened to an overdose shouldn’t sound like a headache. |
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Posted: 13 Apr 2014 11:00 PM PDT
Exploring and expanding upon the intersections of hip-hop and electronic music Like his contemporaries, Banks uses his music to explore and expand upon the intersections of hip-hop and electronic music. But where Rustie’s sound is characterized by brassy stabs, Lockah’s is bubbly and optimistic, drawing heavily from Miami bass and the dance-crossover melting pot of mid-’90s radio. Banks’s pop vision is at once unassuming and exacting, with straightforward, repetitive harmonic progressions providing a foundation for minutely chopped-up beats and see-sawing synth lines. “If Loving U Is Wrong, I Don’t Want To Be Wrong” nods to INOJ’s classic “Love You Down” before expanding into a lush landscape that hovers somewhere between kitschy homage and highbrow reinterpretation. Banks’ sharp mixing allows him to tackle a gamut of sounds, from the glitchy, discordant syncopation on “Ayyo Tricknology” to the upward-spiraling “Heartless Monster.” And though there’s a certain irreverence at play here, the most jokingly-titled track, “Summer Jorts (Some Cats Still Do)” is also the album’s most ecstatic moment of originality, a blippy, Nintendo-via-YouTube confection that could easily be the song of the summer. It’s music that rewards short attention spans while playfully encouraging a deeper response. |
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Posted: 04 Mar 2014 06:00 AM PST
Abandoning surly lo-fi for perfectly sheen production |
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Posted: 13 Nov 2013 01:45 PM PST
Hard-hitting house from apartheid South Africa Penny and Shirimani used an Atari computer and Korg M1 synthesizer to record Shaka Bundu. This is a hard-hitting house album that, reminiscent of dance bands like Londonbeat and Inner Circle, must have sounded both wickedly modern yet tribally funky to its fans. Variation is not Penny’s strong suit but he sure is consistent. Shirimani whips up secret-sauce bass lines with a subliminal organ vibe, female singers engage in spunky call-and-response, and steel-drum synths and Atari special effects add sonic spice as Penny growl-raps lines about witchcraft (“Shibandza”), empathy (“Ndzihere Bjhi”), and the culture of his native Limpopo region (“Zirimini”), with bonus elephant sounds on the latter. Everyone loves the baby of the family. Penny continued to tour and record and in 2011 was elected an African National Congress ward councilor in Limpopo. |
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Posted: 16 Feb 2014 01:00 AM PST
On 2011′s eerily compelling album W, Planningtorock came wrapped in mystery — not to mention an astonishing facial prosthesis. Designed to undercut the typical assessment of a female singer’s looks, the heavy brow and nose shifted Jam Rostron’s identity as much as her pitched-down vocals, making her look like a beautiful and terrifying cross between a Roman emperor and intergalactic queen. On third album All Love’s Legal, however, the Bolton-raised, Berlin-based electronic musician, producer and video artist strips things back, heading straight for the gender-political jugular with a sharpened sense of intent. Worried that the lyrical ambiguities of W weren’t reflecting the issues most important in her life, Rostron found a new directness in last year’s remix of friends The Knife’s track “Full Of Fire” — retitled “Let’s Talk About Gender, Baby, Let’s Talk About You & Me” — and the Misogyny Drop Dead EP. With all All Love’s Legal, she pushes her message into the pulsing heart of the dance floor: “I don’t want to wait/ patriarchal life you’re out of date.” |
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Posted: 04 Feb 2014 06:00 AM PST
Cranking his childlike vibe to 11 |
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Posted: 13 Jan 2014 01:00 AM PST
The confident first step of a maverick embarking on a solid career |
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Posted: 27 Jan 2014 08:39 AM PST
If the Grammy Awards could be summed up by a song, it would be “Tradition,” the ode to the status quo from Fiddler on the Roof. Two of this year’s genre-spanning Big Four categories were won by Daft Punk, whose 2013 comeback album Random Access Memories reclaimed not only disco, but the idea of the session musician-aided pop spectacle; Ringo Starr and Paul McCartney each got their own performance slot, with Starr handling drums for his ex-bandmate; and the night’s two most chatted-about performances were focused on marriage — one involved a mass wedding, while the other breathlessly ran down the sort of drunken sexual congress that could happen even after rings had been exchanged. Talking about the Grammys as an awards show is always frustrating — the world of pop is vast, and as a bloc, the voting pool of the Grammys tends to favor institutions. Each year, this results in some laughable award recipients — yesterday, for example, Led Zeppelin’s Celebration Day, a recording of a 2007 reunion show at the O2 Arena, won Best Rock Album, while projects involving McCartney amassed four trophies, among them Best Rock Song for his collaboration with the surviving members of Nirvana, “Cut Me Some Slack.” Best Reggae Album went to a Ziggy Marley live record. |
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Posted: 27 Jan 2014 01:00 AM PST
A pared-down, pitch-shifted series of textural exercises |
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Posted: 24 Jan 2014 09:13 AM PST
Few enterprises make followers of electronic music turn as saucer-eyed and reverential as PAN. Since its humble beginnings in 2008, the label run by Bill Kouligas has amassed a formidable catalog with an idiosyncratic identity. A noise record might be followed by a techno one; a collection of sounds made with modular synthesizers can come just as well before or after a work of abstract sonic collage. Each comes packaged in eerie, mysterious cover art — designed by Kouligas himself — establishing an aesthetic that’s both distinguished and distinctive. It wasn’t fated to mean much of anything at the start. “Sometimes you want to put out stuff by people you like, and you just go and do it,” Kouligas says. “I didn’t start with the idea to make a label. It was more of a DIY move.” PAN started in London, where Kouligas moved to go to art school after growing up in Athens, Greece. He studied graphic design. “My main passion for years was typography — I was fascinated by the whole Fluxus history of design and concrete poetry books, very experimental things like that,” he says. After school, and shortly after starting PAN, he moved to Berlin, where his interest in the textures of underground noise music communed with the energy of techno. “I started listening to more big bass music when I moved to Berlin, and it was interesting for me to see how the music of that city could filter through what I do,” Koulias says. Dance records slowly started to find space in the PAN discography, but even the danciest among them sounded skewed and strange. (“The dance releases are still very experimental and freeform by dance-music standards,” Kouligas concedes.) Alongside records suited for the club (if only a very discerning, refined club) came music devoted to drones and bowed strings and peculiar aural phenomena of the inner-ear known as psychoacoustics. It’s all amounted to serious business, sound-wise. “I don’t care necessarily about seriousness in the sound, but I do care about people being serious about what they do and what they represent,” Kouligas says. “Artists on the label pay a lot of attention to the creation of what they do and what it means, both conceptually and musically. That’s a crucial point for me. I’m not going to put a record that just sounds nice — I need to know more about the whole picture.” |
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Posted: 22 Jan 2014 12:29 PM PST
A remarkable juggling act with a twinkly electronic aesthetic |
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Posted: 16 Jan 2014 02:36 PM PST
File under: Melancholic electro-pop with psychedelic sample play For fans of: Dntel, Caribou, Toro Y Moi From: Asheville, North Carolina Marley Carroll isn’t the easiest musician to pin down. A singer-songwriter who admires Four Tet’s sampling prowess? A former hip-hop turntablist whose warm, fuzzy first record evoked Sebadoh and Slowdive? All of these things are true of Carroll, a North Carolina musician whose recent album Sings runs from winsome electro-pop to sentimental neo-shoegaze to skittering bass music to trim, minimalist house tracks, variously recalling John Talabot, Akufen, Vampire Weekend and James Blake along the way. (He also provided some helpful tech advice to this reporter, who spent the 30 minutes prior to the interview struggling with the damage caused by a massive system failure.) The son of an architect, Carroll grew up in Charlotte, North Carolina, and headed off to Los Angeles to study at CalArts. “I kicked around L.A. for a year or two afterwards,” he says, “but never really found my footing, never really fit in. At the time, there was a recording studio called Echo Mountain that was opening in Asheville. Gorgeous studio. I decided I would try to get an internship or a job there. I ended up moving to Asheville. It was supposed to be my decompression from L.A., but now I’ve been here for five years, living and working and making records. It’s a really wonderful place.” |
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Posted: 04 Dec 2013 02:19 PM PST
Turning to Eurodisco, acid house and samba Warwick’s creations are most appetizing when served with a dash of self-awareness (the industry-spoofing “Watermark”), a strength that helps him wink suggestively at institutions like British radio and the aging dance-club culture that informs his music. “Speculative” squirms under smokey lounge ornamentation, while “Mimosa” has a kitschy Afro-Cuban topcoat, and the lightly funky title track paraphrases William Carlos Williams in a deadpan spoken-word piece (“a poem is a machine made out of words”). That piece is later reprised on “Accelerationista” amid chittering birdsong, and alongside the hypnotic “Dial Again,” it sounds like an invitation either to call back, or disconnect entirely. |
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Posted: 27 Nov 2013 09:47 AM PST
In May of 1978, Brian Eno found himself subletting a flat in Greenwich Village in what would prove to be a fertile period for the man and his music. Within the next two years, he became a staple on the downtown scene, recording no wave bands for the epochal No New York compilation and collaborating with CBGB fixture Talking Heads on a series of records that moved their sound away from punk and toward a polyrhythmic groove that would power the band on into the ’80s. But late in 1979, Eno happened upon a busker while strolling through Washington Square Park. He was sitting in the lotus position, eyes closed, lost in the waves of sound he coaxed from his zither. When Edward Larry Gordon opened his eyes, he found amid his donations Eno’s business card. He entered the studio with Eno a few months on and emerged with a new name (Laraaji), a new album (1980′s Day of Radiance, released as part of Eno’s influential Ambient series), and a new sound: his zither run through a patina of electronic effects. It was a relationship that would continue throughout that decade and into the ’90s, with Laraaji releasing a string of albums for Eno’s All Saints imprint. This music revealed a strain of New Age that could be by turns placid yet exquisitely psychedelic, mind-elevating and body-erasing. Gordon’s life, in particular, serves as a definition and counterpoint. He was born in Philadelphia, where he learned to play violin, piano and trombone; he eventually studied composition in Washington, D.C., at Howard University. After college, in the early ’70s, he relocated to New York City, where he took up stand-up comedy and acting, in addition to playing music gigs. No doubt influenced by the Eastern spiritualism infused into the late-’60s free jazz of John Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders that still hung in the air of the Village, Gordon began to study with gurus like Swami Satchidananda and Shri Brahmananda Sarasvati. But it was when he came upon a zither in a pawn shop that he became attuned to his musical and spiritual calling. |
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Posted: 26 Oct 2013 12:21 PM PDT
At 29 tracks, Clark’s double remix album — where he is both makeover artist and subject — satisfies both elements of the title, but it’s more smorgasbord than sit-down banquet. His is a restlessly adventurous creativity that’s produced a series of startling records perhaps best described as baroque house, but here he’s aware of serving not only like minds (e.g. Nathan Fake, Amon Tobin), but also those from radically different worlds (Health, Depeche Mode, Maximo Park). Consequently, Clark has tempered his love of textured micro explosions, as the delicate dismantling of Glen Velez’s “Bendir” and the Looney Tunes minimalism applied to Letherette’s “D&T” attest.
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Posted: 13 Nov 2013 01:45 PM PST
Hard-hitting house from apartheid South Africa |
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Posted: 12 Nov 2013 01:41 PM PST
Australia’s Cut Copy first emerged in 2004, their name — a dry reference to routine computer functionality — belying the hedonism that’s always been a crucial part of their sound. Their debut album marked them out as big fans of New Order, but they made that indie/dance union sound fresh and vital, replacing untouchable cool with warmth, sincerity and unselfconscious fun. Their next two albums were similarly stuffed with shimmering, disco-pop hooks, but for Free Your Mind, Cut Copy opened the door to the unexpected by hiring Dave Fridmann, a rock producer with a reputation for throwing psychedelic curveballs. They tracked back even further in dance-music history — in particular, to late-’80s Manchester — to reanimate a revolutionary clubbing experience geography and timing had denied them. Returning to the source, they’ve proved, can also be progression. |
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Posted: 05 Nov 2013 06:00 AM PST
Balancing between clamor and self-reflection, politics and partying |