24/01 0 comments
If you ever give into the goldfish interpretation of London life – we’re all just trapped in a bowl, stuck in cycles, owned by Big Brother, etc – then Yukka‘s music could be for you. The electronica on the Londoner’s debut two-track has an ethereal, put-your-troubles-aside quality (A Long Way), but also anonymity and constancy (the excellent Icicle) which chime with strung-out city moments. Using house samples, field recordings and percussive textures, this is music for late-night moments of clarity in flatshare bedrooms, for when you look up on the tube one day and immediately fall in love, for inching along the window ledge and all the shouts from below.
12/01 1 comment
“What are we waiting for, don’t you know time is gold? Let it all go, let it all go. What are we waiting for, don’t you know time is gold? It ain’t in your interest, trying to be a success.” Oh sweet lord, Pale, you and your beautiful bared-soul song just hit me right in the tender spot. And you’re right, you’re so fucking right: our time really is gold.
(via Neighbourhood Tapes)
11/01 0 comments
In the absence of a Friday Films (new videos are few and far between right now), let’s focus on Au.Ra‘s new song, and its accompanying video. The Sydney/London (mainly Sydney, but hey..) duo’s first track, Sun is dominated by treacle-thick vocals and irony guitars; it’s like a kind of sedated grunge, only with keyboard twinkles. The psychedelic video, featuring a hipster-like woman wandering dreamily around a bleached landscape, is suitably slurry and phlegmatic.
10/01 0 comments
Music marketing is full of pitches which begin “he/she has collaborated for X, Y and Z, and now they’ve gone solo”; most times, I conclude that the person in question probably ought not to have branched out alone. That’s not the case with Tythe – who has remixed David Lynch and Crystal Fighters – however. Totem Poles, his first track, begins as the very definition of minimalism, with a just an insistent note like an atom bouncing around a small keyboard cage. Eventually guitars and big beats come, but not intensity: the song’s about as intense as a Cafe del Mar CD. Instead it’s blissfully jaded, glorified and woozily content: music for the nightbus journey after a house party, for the immediate seconds after you first kiss someone already special. (via Neighbourhood Tapes)
9/01 0 comments
Sometimes, we all crave a little anonymity. Strangely escapist, this unrelenting, unrepenting techno racket is the first track from Factory Floor‘s long-awaited debut. It’s like listening to a conversation from the other side of a drone waterfall; a woodpecker let loose on the keyboard. (via Abeano)
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