23/11 0 comments
As remixes go, this sure isn’t an obvious one: the caustic, punky sounds of Savages‘ Flying To Berlin given a new lick by Esser and his fiddly electropokery. But does it work, that’s the question? In my opinion, kinda; after a jarring start, the tune plateaus out into a soothing, soft-delirium trip of some enjoyment. See what you think:
22/11 0 comments
Maybe because it’s of the tart, peeling, almost-metal-detector electronic sounds. Maybe it’s the ephemeral vocal swirls. Whatever the reason, I initially feel a strange, envious disconnect listening to The Eyes In The Heat‘s new single, Florida; the same feeling as staring up at the windows of a great house party to which you’re not invited, or of helplessly watching a terrible action unfold on a TV screen. But this anonymity, this powerlessness, is also pleasant and eventually liberating; left with no other option, I give into it, and soon find myself enjoying the very immersion which I initially craved. Now the sounds wash over and all around me; now I’ve gone into the TV, entered the house party; and it’s as good as I dared imagine, or better, heavenly. (More via this Dazed interview.)
28/10 0 comments
The lone previous time I covered Felix Lee, I wrote “Is it awful? Freaky? Or just plain brilliant? I’m not sure.” Fast-forward 20 months and, after a fair amount of Google-scrabbling – Felix’s old MySpace page is as dormant as my sex life, and his Tumblr has been stopped – I’m still not sure. His Soundcloud page (at least, I think it’s the same guy) has the carnival-odd Estereo Amor Black Hawk Screams, a strangely doom-folky Anglo-Spanish crossover song in Muero Por Ti and the more idyllic str8, on which Benedictine monks, squeaking rubber ducks, domestic violence, gun use and electro menace make the spookiest of bedfellows. I think I like it, but I’m not sure. Felix has achieved the rare feat of making me distrust myself.
25/10 0 comments
Today his body gave up on him a little bit more, and his dear friend told him about her aunt dying while she was holding her fucking hand, and his bank complained at him, and his grapes had gone off, and the curtain rail broke, and angry, and sad, and now he wants attention and payback, he wants to take them, take them all, he wants to, he wants to, he wants to, he wants to; and then he wants to run for the hills – phone off, thrown in a drawer; duvet over head; door locked; light extinguished – and hide up there, hide inside this escapist music (it’s by Catching Flies and he adores it), hide in his hoof, and await his dubious reward in solitude. He wants to but he doesn’t have the guts.
17/10 0 comments
Breton‘s new single is Population Density. It picks up where previous Breton songs have left off by being frenetic, furious-paced and straight out of a Hackney Wick warehouse party: a pulsating electro rock-scape dominated by waspish keyboards that sound like buzzsaws, and by mathematical, chanted lyrics. Some sections are pure go-crazy-in-the-club, and it all builds pleasingly to a crashing crescendo of a finale.
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