Hoquiam - "Neck Bones". Folk-music splintered with an axe, splintered into pieces. Borrow them to produce a hip-hop song or to build a fence. Borrow them to stutter sincerely, to shoot down a bird. Remember: sometimes a day is just 24 hard strums, and a minute is just 60 hard syllables, and a clock is a spinning record, electricity jolting out from its tower. [buy]
Destroyer - "Son of Earth". A couple of weeks ago, in Montreal, Destroyer's Dan Bejar played the sincerest show I have ever seen him play. He was in a room with several friends, and it was just him and an acoustic guitar, and all his coy hexes felt tender. "Son of Earth" is a little song, it's short, it's not that long. It is a love note, of a kind, from a man who writes in invisible ink. I wonder if an arrow ever falls in love with its arrowhead. [buy]
I have another set of video/song reviews on Beatclash this week, featuring Nicki Minaj, Freelove Fenner, White Hinterland, Mas Ysa and several more.
The Growlers - "One Million Lovers"
May 5 A flying corkscrew, that would hover in the air, lazily, with animal wings. "It will be a long drive back." May 10 A kind of death match. I don't remember details. May 15 Watched a multi-camera sitcom film 12 episodes. A friend of mine pulled focus, a nearly useless position on such a show, and we talked at length about how to charge batteries. May 16 Steampunk Monopoly, dating a movie star, and Dad wearing a fishbowl on his head from Honest Ed's that was embarrassing me. Talk of building a "great but simple chair". May 17 Get lost between platforms when boarding a train. Looking desperately for a "sleeper car" which is revealed to be a row of tents set up on the tracks. May 18 In line for coffee, stressed because the old high school acquaintance ahead of me was asking for weird change from the cashier. Jun 4 Many different people from my life on cocaine. I think my brain does not fully understand the cocaine high, it seemed like it was badly written. Jul 12 A Best Show that never existed. Tom Scharpling taking script pitches, in a game that was being called Keep It, Ditch It, and Fluff It Up A Bit. Jul 26 Had stopped going to a French class in University, but had a panic attack when I realized I still had to take the exam. The phrase "The Great Deflator" came to mind. Aug 9 Crossword before & after: "handsome deviled egg". Aug 19 My sister, looking very 2003. Aug 29 Y brought me to her breast and kissed my forehead. It was intimate but not passionate, full of history but not weight. There was also a dream about drugs and guns and being ambushed beneath a highway but understandably I've forgotten it.
12:27 AM on Feb 19, 2014
Ensemble - "Envies d'avalanches". A tremendous crashing avalanche of percussion, piano and howling steel strings. The kind of thundering roar that demolishes towns and woods, that repaints a landscape; and yet it is acoustic, not electric; not shearing distortion but a man singing poetry in careful French; and still everything will be remade, a sculpture sculpted by taking-away, revelatory dust, mass and velocity that change lives into new lives, leave them ringing and alone at the end of a hammered phrase. [website / buy]
Perfect Pussy - "IV"
Sometimes Edmund texted Vera. Vera. She even had a mistress' name. Vera loved him, even in his stubble and with his old-man ass, the kind that sagged like paper on the edges. She loved him and he knew it and he liked keeping her on the line. Every couple of months, a text like I just broke 200 bowling or saw a creepy cat, thought you'd like it and this would ignite a back-and-forth that would usually end with her propositioning him, the only way she knew he'd take it seriously, and him acting like "well, if you insist." Today he was fucking her on the afternoon of Valentine's Day, with plans to meet May, his wife, at 7. He looked around at Vera's house: a spare sadness in the decor, inspirational decals and scented candles. In the moment that he swung from his orgasm like monkey bars, he wondered what May would be wearing for drinks, and if he were still blushing when he showed up he would just say it was the cold.
Katy B - "Blue Eyes". The notion of the magic spell: a few words, a phrase, that change reality. Syllables that work like thrown stones, like weather. This is a song of spells, sung spells, hocus on balustrades of synth and drum. Katy B can sing like she's skipping, passing in and out of phase, flickering with her reality. She can sing while she dances and casts, a certain basicness to it - unecstatic, unwhirling. The plain structure of magic, blueprinted hex. [buy]
Burna Boy - "Yawa Dey". Calisthenic hip-hop from Nigeria's Burna Boy, both serious and playful. I could say like Big Boi but I'd mean the palette more than the sound: Burna's flow is more dancehall than OutKast, the beat's a thousand miles from Dungeon Family. Yet still there's something Luscious to "Yawa Dey"'s hot-cold shimmer, its pivot from grey-eyed rap to lightfooted refrain. This one would sound as good in summer as it does in winter; I'm gonna keep a copy with the deck chairs and patio umbrellas, set it up outside when there're leaves. [video / Burna might not be a cool dude]
This week marks the launch of Beatclash, a new platform for discovering fresh music and videos. It's handsomely designed, with an emphasis on emerging acts and curated content. I was very happy to be commissioned for some video playlists of favourite recent things. The first is online now, with a mixture of clips by western familiars like Young Galaxy and Busta Rhymes, and far-flung sounds from Japan and South Africa. Please take a look.
11:36 AM on Feb 13, 2014
Waylon Jennings - "Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way"
WE WANT YOU TO SUCCEED. An ad for Calvern College on the side of another bus that howled past Edmund, bursting at the seams. It was early in the morning when his mind would often scrape loose the caked-on vomitous elements of his memory. In the -18 10:04 he recalled the disintegration of his various sex lives. With Carolyn it was chip fingers. With Alison it was sniffing in the house when it was Fall and getting colder out. With Jen it was driving. The secret seeds of doubt and the way the light hits your face. The way your life is built out of wood and creaks and settles into place and suddenly it's slanted, and suddenly that matters. He could only guess at what did it for them. Calling out wrong jeopardy answers. Stupid walks. Checking his phone. Leaving cupboards open. The smell of his spit. Frost was forming on the front of his scarf, and the sunlight was like cold water.
talking to dogs.
the "going to bed" lie.
the photo face...
Nudie ft Molly Rankin - "If A Heart Could Tell". The King mistakenly believed that his valentines were superior to any of his subjects' valentines. Whenever he presented someone with one of his hand-made cards, they grovelled and clapped and praised his valentine-making abilities. The whole court applauded. Heralds sounded trumpets and falconers released birds. This gratified the King. It justified all his hard work. So he always looked forward to St Valentine's Day, spending weeks in preparation, making as many cards as he could, for every pretty lass or handsome lad, not as tokens of true love but just as tokens of admiration, of appreciation; symbols of his benevolent tyranny.
11:45 AM on Feb 10, 2014
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