January 30, 2012
January 30, 2012
January 30, 2012
No Fear
It is nice to be occasionally reminded of a swelling intensity to musical performance of a certain bold diagonal propensity, rather than contenting automatically with a serene depth, that occasionally borders on being just all too horizontal. New York residents’ No Fear tracks provide this elusive diagonal quality with these tracks of free-form, gnawed-around-the-edges, blues-damaged psychedelia, mixed in with jagged strokes of brain-fried distortion.
January 25, 2012
These Crooks
The light tapping of rain against the window. One of the more universally reassuring of sounds the night may bring. In the snug man-made harbor of four walls and a ceiling, the fall of the cold, wet drops becomes a soothing, nocturnal soundtrack.
You lightly elevate your head from the pillow to peer through the window. The dark sky is entirely clear, with no sign of rain. Of course, it’s not that that’s making the sound. The tapping noise is coming from the dogs paws as they fall against the ceramic flooring of the apartment. This is not the first time you had confused the two sounds. You return your head to the pillow and close your eyes, fondly thinking of old Dino’s majestic strut in the hallway, remaining vigil as the family sleeps.
You flicker your eyes to look at the bedside radio clock. It is 4 AM. You are pleased to have four more hours of sleep left. Your mind quickly evacuates, leaving but a thin fog. Then the sound of tapping again. Resting on your stomach, eyes closed, you realize that you have no dog. The memory you are thinking of is of years ago, back in your parents house. Dino has been gone for two years.
A plumbing noise, then. An electrical fault. A fucking unidentifiable house noise of unknown origin. You will email that good-for-nothing landlord in the morning and give him a right piece of your mind.
You drain the mind once again, like smoothening out a tablecloth with a confident swipe of the hand. The mind returns to its light fogginess. The image of the new gym fitness instructors’ thick, splattered nipples against the tight top pops in, and you feel the warmth of an erection gaining momentum in your pj’s. The flow is interrupted yet again, as th3 tapping sound grows ever nearer, intensifying in velocity and now seemingly coming in rapid, abrupt skittles, like the frenzied advancement of tiny feet. Now alarmingly near, you open your eyes with a start to find a child sized, green lizard standing erect beside your bed, looking at you with an expressionless, yet discerning, face.
Paralyzed with shock, you are unable to move or make a sound, trembling with quick, irregular breaths.
The dense silence remains undisturbed for a few seconds that last an eternity. Then the lizard parts its lips and with a soft, almost sympathetic voice, says, “what are you going to do?”
Shaking violently with disbelieving horror, you try to keep your breath under control, and finally spurt out, “What is this?!” and then, after a pause, “are you going to hurt me…?”
The lizards expression remains fix, it’s deep, dark eyes giving off a sparkle against the light from the window. It then moves it’s head in a slow, deep nod.
With a violent start you try to jump out of the bed, but it is too late.
When it has finished having its way with you, what remains is a mutilated corpse resting among torn, blood soaked sheets. The lizard, it’s mouth dripping with blood and with small bits of flesh dangling from it’s teeth, gazes out the window thoughtfully. A chilly late January night, and a thin yet abundant rain has now started descending from the sky, making for a soothing tapping sound against the glass window. The lizard grimaces. Just my luck, it thinks. I will have to wait here now until the rain stops, as I have quite a journey back and am hardly prepared to get soaked in this freezing weather. It looks like it could be a long wait though, judging from the steady tenacity of the downpour. Typical combination of bad luck and stupidity. Why was I so frivolous as to not bring am umbrella? After ten minutes of staring through the window peacefully, with a resigned shrug the lizard turns to the bedroom door it in came from, resolving to cut its losses, the tapping sound of its small, child-like feet against the cold ceramic floor blending with that of the rain outside.
These Crooks - If My Baby Messes Around
These Crooks - Blood Sucker Blues
January 25, 2012
Finally Boys
Another uplifting XTZY track from the excellent upcoming Feelings EP by Oaklands Finally Boys.
And make sure to out the incredible mix they did for us recently here if you have yet to do so.
Finally Boys - Lunar Lovers (mp3 go here)
January 24, 2012
RNB Millionaires
Get the Tequila Chandelier mixtape here.
RnB Millionaires - Morning After Party (ft. Bemie) (mp3)
January 23, 2012
D-Video
D-Video, aka the project of Brooklyn based D.V Caputo (previously one member of electro-pop duo Konnichiwa) continues soundtrack the action onboard a fully accessorized interstellar liner, percussion and synth data gurgling as an urgent note is teleported from the Professor up in the command nacelle to the uniformed, erudite (complete with a masters degree in the classics and gender studies) and overly-sensitive (he had left a family back home) amphibian navigator down in the engineering hull, that the solar sails need to be re-calibrated, asap, or things will not be great for anyone.
January 22, 2012
January 22, 2012
