The Short List: Tunes to Check Out, Aug 9 – Aug 16

What’s up my audiophiliac motherfuckers! Here’s the short list for releases on August 9, 2019. Some of these albums were released last week but I missed them. Shit happens. The first category of tunes are, like it says, a hotchpotching smorgasbord of a clusterfuck. This means that your hip hop/rap/rock/metal/folk/pop/ambient/mathcore/chiptune/crunkcore/dangermusic, and anything else you can think of, will be lumped together in that mass pile of sound. Like the list? Hit me up. Hate the list? Hit me up. Next post for this week will be my top hits from this list. Peace out, you beautiful bastards.

And, as always, keep listening.

 

A Hotchpotching Smorgasbord of a Clusterfuck
YUNGMORPHEUS & Fumitake Tamura – Mazal
Dytomite Starlite Band of Ghana – Dytomite Starlite Band of Ghana
Half Alive – Now, Not Yet
John Johanna – Seven Metal Mountains
Bon Iver – I, I
Dead Kittens – I Am Not a Ghost
The Blind Boys of Alabama, Marc Cohn – Work To Do
Kandodo – K3
Purple Pilgrims – Perfumed Earth
Che Apalache – Rearrange My Heart
Fionn Regan – Cala
Ugly God – Bumps and & Bruises
Bas – Spilled Milk Vol. 1
Matthew Whitaker – Now Hear This
Little Hurricane – Love Luck
Avant-Garde
Tmesis Ensemble – Echoes
Stefano Battaglia, Mirco Mariottini  Music for Clarinets and Piano  Roberta Alexander, Nancy Braithwaite, Claron McFadden, Vaughan Schlepp, Michael Stirling – To Paradise for Onions: Songs and Chamber Works of Edith Hemenway
Martin Hayes and Brookyn Rider – The Butterfly
Hank Roberts, Filippo Vignato – Ghost Dance
Classical
Yaara Tal – Love? Homage to Clara Schumann
Grupo Encuentros, Alicia Terzián – Tangos … & Something More
Annelle Gregory, Dmitry Yablonsky – Taneyev: Suite de Concert, Op. 28; Rimsky-Korsakov: Fantasia on Two Russian Themes, Op. 33
Elisabeth Breuer, Aapo Häkkinen – Beethoven: Egmont, Complete Incidental Music
Andrea Vivanet – Andrea Vivanet plays Karol Szymanowski Piano Works
David Alan Miller, Albany Symphony Orchestra – Derek Bermel: Migrations
Francesco Galligioni – Johann Sebastian Bach: A Violoncello senza basso, Chapter 1
Latitude 37 – X
Wojciech Waleczek – Franz Liszt: Complete Piano Music, Vol 53
Gabriel Feltz, Stuttgart Philharmonic Orchestra – Gustav Mahler: Symphony No.
Kazunori Seo, Makoto Ueno, Shohei Uwamori – Carl Maria von Weber: Chamber Music for Flute
Warren Lee – Ludwig van Beethoven: The Creatures of Prometheus, Version for Piano
Johannes Moser, Alasdair Beatson – Felix & Fanny Mendelssohn: Works for Cello and Piano
Gunta Abele – Magnificello: Zoltán Kodaly, Peteris Vasks, Gaspar Cassado
Jazz
Mats Eilertsen – Reveries and Revelations

Catching Up: A New Fucking Format

What’s up my motherfucking audiophiliacs!

As you could probably tell, I’m not sending out these shits as fast as I used to. Why? Well, initially I had to slow down because my pop got a giant fucking tumour and I went to go help him convalesce and all that good shit. Now that he seems on the up and up, I’m still not writing as much as I used to. Frankly, writing these take a lot of time and I’ve been putting more focus on other projects. But don’t be sad, motherfuckers. I’ve decided on a format that will still give you the same amount of solid tunes from across the board without taking up all my free time. TWO POSTS A WEEK. The first post will be, what I’ve been calling, “The Short List”. After listening to fucktons of music, I make up a list of names for that upcoming week that I think has potential or looks interesting. For example, this is the Short List from last week.

Siavash Amini – Serus
Ty Segall – First Taste
Native Harrow – Happier Now
Cross Record – Cross record
Man & the Echo – Men of the Moment
Russian Circles – Blood Year
Joanna Sternberg – Then I Try Some More
Burna Boy – African Giant
Grace Lightman – Silver Eater
Fever Ray – Live at Troxy
Ed Balloon – The Dubs
Dorian Concept – Toothbrush / Booth Thrust
Chiiild – Count Me Out
C.J. Boyd – Kin Ships
Ami Dang – Parted Plains
Strange Ranger – Remembering The Rockets
Avant-Garde

Leila Bordreuil – Headflush

Hermann Nitsch – Albertina Quartett

Georgia – Immute

Fleuve – Draw

Rebecca Daniel, Fiona Joy Hawkins, Kanimbla Quartet – The Lightness of Dark

Ernest Berk – Electronic Music for Two Ballets

Derek Hunter Wilson – Steel, Wood & Air

Chitose Hajime – Kubanuha Bushi

Classical
Howard Shelley, Ulser Orchestra – Stanford: A song of Agincourt
Susan Narucki – The Edge of Silence: Works for Voice by George Kurtag
Ruggiero Ricci – Discovered Tapes
Osomo Vanska, Minnesota Orchestra – Mahler 1
Masaaki Suzuki – Masaaki Suzuki plays Bach Organ Works, Vol. 3: Passacaglia in C minor
Markus Frank, Anhaltische Philharmonie Dessau – Friedrich Schneider: Symphony No. 16
Mahan Esfanhani – Bach: The Toccatas, BWV 910-916
Jozef de Beenhouwer – Clara Schumann: Piano Transcriptions
Jonas Nordberg – Giovanni Girolamo Kapsperger: Intavolatura di Chitarone
John Gibbons, Liepaja Symphony Orchestra – William Wordsworth: Orchestral Music, Vol. 2
Ivry Gitlis – Ivry Gitlis: The Early Years, Birth of a Legend
Ruben Gazarian, Isabelle van Keulen, Oliver Triendl – Grigori Frid: Symphony No. 3; Double Concerto; Inventions
Giovanna Gatto
Friedrich Gulda, Münchner Philharmoniker – Mozart: Piano Concertos
Deutsche Kammerakademie Neuss, Simon Gaudenz – François-Joseph Gossec: Symphonies Op. IV
 Robert Bauerstatter, Maddalena Del Gobbo, David Pennetzdorfer –  Maddalena and the Prince
David Owen Norris, Caroline Balding, Katy Bircher, Andrew Skidmore -The Jupiter Project: Mozart, Hummel, Cramer, Clementi
 Ferhan Önder / Ferzan Önder / Markus Poschner / Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra  Ferhan & Ferzan Önder Play Fazil Say
Ariadne Daskalakis / Paolo Giacometti – Franz Schubert: Music for Violin I
Jazz
 Steve Cohn / George Haslam / Steve Kershaw  Ancient & Modern
Echoes – Square Two
 Dan Rufolo – Jazz Meditation
 Ark Noir – Tunnel Visions
Nérija – Blume

Do you see that shit? This is what I have made every fucking week. But now you’re looking from behind the scenes. From this I pick my faves and post my choices. From now on, once a week, I’ll be posting a Short List, which, ironically, isn’t fucking short at all. I break down them shits into four categories each week as well.

The second post will be a list of picks taken from this list. It’s basically what I’ve already been doing. You still get writeups, they’ll just be a lot shorter. And instead of throwing down something every day, you’ll get it in one hunk. Cool? Cool.

If you have any questions hit me up. If you hate or love this new formatting, hit me up. Don’t be that weirdo and keep shit to yourself.

And, as always, keep listening.

 

John Zorn – The Hermetic Organ Vol. 6: For Edgar Allan Poe

zornImagine, if you can, a time before electricity. Naw … fuck that shit. How about we jump back to a time when gunpowder was the newest iPhone? Let’s say around 700 or 800 AD. Horseshit, bullshit, and human shit everywhere. People dying from incredibly laughable illnesses. Got a cold? Too bad. Chicken pox? You’re dead. Stub your toe and get a bit of diarrhoea? That’s all folks! So, one day, you’re walking down a street in your bare feet, avoiding a heterogeneity of viral deaths with every step, when you suddenly feel the earth shake. You stop and wait for the pack of pissed-off bulls to come end your short life, but nothing happens. Despite everything inside of you screaming to get the fuck out of here, you continue walking. The rumbling grows in size and shifts somehow. You look up to the clouds and see a clear blue sky. Not a rain cloud or drop in sight. You continue walking. Now endless multi-harmonic screams sits on top of this low rumble. If you weren’t so scared, you might even call the sound beautiful. Nope. Not beautiful. This shit is evoking fucktons of fear and wonder at once. What’s the word… “awe”? That’s it. You’re awed. The sound you’re hearing is, truly, awesome. You run to find its source even though you’ve pissed yourself. Sure, whatever is making this sound will probably kill you, but these days so will too much ethnic food. Whatever can make this sound could easily murder you, so you might as will try to become its lapdog. And you look fucking great in a collar. You’ve got the face for it. The sound grows, thunders, and rumbles as you draw nearer. You turn a corner and you see a building. It’s this church thing everyone’s raving about. Somehow, the building itself is the thing trumpeting, crying, carolling, and crooning out these mighty roars. You run inside to see a series of metallic pipes and a this wee little man owning these keys and foot pedals. Someone tells you it’s called a pipe organ. But you don’t care. Whatever has inspired such perfect engineering must be the most powerful thing in all existence. And you’re smart enough to worship whatever that thing is before it straight ices your sorry ass.

The organ often doesn’t get enough cred in this modern age. Half the time that’s because it’s not placed in its proper context. When we listen to recordings of it out of these dinky speakers we lodge inside our ears, of course, it’s going to sound like shit. But when you see it played live by a virtuoso, buckle the fuck up. The organ dominates the bass and owns those highs. It’s just bigger than anything else. It can, literally, shake the very building it’s housed in. If you listen to this album, do so on really good headphones or speakers. You won’t be able to hear all the notes otherwise.

John Zorn is one crazy motherfucker. When walking the outer edge of what music and sound is, you’ll eventually meet up with Zorn. It’s where the motherfucker lives. He’s done everything. He’s made music that sounds like childbirth, he’s made metal, jazz, all the way to a clean and crisp Christmas album. This sixth volume is the last in his hermetic organ series and it’s dedicated to the king of nightmares, Elgar Allan Poe. It inspires feelings of dread and horror. And, fuck me, does it ever achieve this goal. Shit is freaky. Poe would either be proud or shitting himself. I don’t know which reaction would be better praise.

I tried to listen to this motherfucker in one go. I couldn’t. I had to stop a few times to take a breather. This improvisation is strange, compelling, and huge. Zorn uses famous organ motifs throughout the performance, like Bach or Ligeti, to keep your feet grounded while flinging out some of the craziest sounding shit ever made. If you were to play these tunes in a haunted house people would, actually, lose their fucking minds. I’m talking straightjacket kinda shit. Look, I get it. I understand if listening to music that’s meant to freak you out isn’t your jam. Same logic applies to scary movies. To limit music to the strict category of “pleasure”, is not just limiting what music can be, but limiting the depths of experience you can have in your short time atop this spinning ball. The building of tension on this album is huge. That’s not by mistake. Zorn is a master composer/performer. And when relief is found in the mountains of fearful cacophony, it’s hard not to feel overcome by that old feeling of awe. This album brings you back to the days when the organ was first created. It puts the fear back into those fucked up machines churches decided to install into the very structure of their buildings. It takes the organ and sits it back down onto the daunting throne as God’s proxy. In short, this album makes the organ awesome again.

Looking Through, Up, Between, and In: Ada Lea, Brian Eno, Lingua Ignota, and Joshua Sabin

Ada Lea – what we say in private

The giant, dumb, and dumbfounding popstar-making machine loves doling out cute foibles and turning them into fuckable eccentricities. Enjoy tattoos and strange piercings? Let’s give it a huge cock. Like pink hair? Let’s give it a nice set of tits. The machine throws peaked, primed, and painted-faced pop prince/princess with pitch-perfect vocals up to a mic to say, “I’m not like the other guys/girls. I’m an outcast.” Why? Because you’ve got strange coloured hair, obnoxiously spell your name wrong, and there’s a rumour of some off-vanilla sexual act on tape? It’s difficult not to become cynical after watching the nth scandalously clad teen “rebel” for shitpiles of cash. And it’s a relief to listen to Ada Lea. Sure, the genre she plays might be categorized as pop/rock and she is undeniably quirky, but her eccentricities don’t work as a Wonderbra. Her lyrics won’t make your ass tighter, give you fuller lips, or sell you a sparkling beverage. This music and style are hers. They’re honest. This is Ada being her authentic self. This album glides between pop/folk/rock/experimental with the ease and grace of a happily stoned figure skater. The honesty of the lyrics will keep you awake as the experimentation will have you cracking smiles. Behind most rebranded products is a purity that we crave. We crave fat because of our ancestral days spent as hunters. We crave sugar from our time gobbling fruit in trees. We crave salt because of our time spent with the ocean. Ada is the purity behind the pop. And you can hear it. She’s legit, unprocessed, and real as a motherfucker. When you finally try this shit uncut, the mass-produced imitation turns nauseatingly pale in comparison. In short, Ada’s addictive for all the right reasons.

Brian Eno with Daniel Lanois & Roger Eno – Apollo: Atmospheres And Soundtracks

You might think this shit is a simple remastering of an older album in order to sell something that used to be popular in the ’80s. But this motherfucker’s got 11 new tracks. If you don’t know Brian Eno then you need to immediately get on that shit right fucking now. I’m not joking. Eno’s scope of influence is massive. First when he was a synth player for Roxy Music (which got him in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame), to paving the way for an entirely new genre, to helping Bowie create his famed Berlin Trilogy, to helping the Talking Heads create their best albums, to coining the fucking Microsoft sound, to influencing everything you’ve ever fucking heard in your whole fucking life. Like I said, get on that shit. But I digress. Back in the ’80s, Eno, his brother Roger, and famed producer Daniel Lanois decided to make some space tunes. Why? Because of Apollo 11, motherfucker. The world lived in the shadow cast by the Cold War’s looming threat that everything would simply vanish. Poof. So long everyone. Goodbye humanity. With the earth so grime people turned skyward and space became insanely popular. Shit was fucking everywhere from rockets, to robots, to fucktons of sci-fi movies. Whenever humanity has felt thoroughly fucked and raw, whenever we felt hopeless beyond all belief, we looked up. We looked up to the ancient Sumerian god El, the Greek Gods, to the idea of landing on the moon, all the way to Elon Musk colonizing Mars. We looked up to find hope. This album is three ambient music gods creating a soundtrack for space. It’s coated with that special ’80s hope in life. Is it cheesy? Sometimes. But that’s hope. These days it’s easier to understand that ’80s desire to reach the stars. Why do you think we’re all nostalgic for this shit? Listening to this album helps connect two entirely different generations by lifting their collective chins. If you’re not much of a stargazer and don’t like this kind of shit, good for you, Earthling. Me, the Eno brothers, and Lanois will be sure to send you a postcard from the restaurant at the end of the universe.

Lingua Ignota – Caligula

This is what happens when opera decides to scream till it shits itself and metal accepts that it has nothing to do with rock. To be honest, I don’t quite know who this album is made for. Don’t see many tuxes at metal concerts or spiked collars at Don Giovanni. But if you can imagine an audience dressed up in both them shits, that’s where this album resides. This is not an easy listen. Sweet marmaladed fuck, this is not an easy listen. It will make you uncomfortable. It’s designed to. Like opera, it requires a dedicated listener willing to chill and wade deep into thick story and emotions. And, like metal, the emotions portrayed can be uncomfortably fucking heavy. At times, Lingua will swear and scream like a cursed banshee witch condemning the earth after losing her child to a storm. If you sit on the opera side of things, this sound might be grating to those sensitive ears. But, don’t be fooled, this style of singing takes incredible amounts of practice, talent, and dedication. Those vocals ain’t easy to do right. But Lingua doesn’t just scream. She can also sing in clear harmony with a few Celtic wavers thrown in for kicks. When you combine the wailing, the swelling strings, the piano lines, the distorted bass, and its unparalleled grandness, this album carves out its own unique world all dressed in black lipstick, top hats, mascara, ballroom gowns, three-piece suits, neck piercings, and Mohawks. And it’s a beautiful fucking sight to see.

Joshua Sabin – Sutarti

Ever heard of those polyphonic north-eastern Lithuanian tunes called Sutartinės? Huh? What? What is Brightly fucking talking about? Well, Joshua Sabin sure has. Dude dug deep into those folk music archives at the Lithuanian Academy of Music and Theatre Ethnomusicology Archives in order to listen to this kinda shit. It’s a type of singing where the aim is to create a kind of beating that occurs when two frequencies are just out of sync. No shit. This is a real fucking thing. Check it: If you link up two soundwaves perfectly (like two flutes playing the same fucking note) the sounds becomes bigger, brighter, and stronger. But if one of those motherfuckers goes off slightly, then the soundwaves fight each other. And when those waves throw punches, a wavering beat is created. That’s right, north-eastern Lithuanian folk music is badass. Joshua took this model and plugged it into the wall. The end result is transcen-fucking-dental electronic music. Is this shit strange? What do you think? But if you’re of a certain persuasion and the bizarre and the strange excite you, then this album is your fucking jam. It’s gorgeous in its minimalist breakdown of a physics concept and in its output. But even if you knew nothing of how it was made, it would still be beautiful. Yet in understanding that the concept behind this album is this fucking old, you feel a connection to humans from way, way, back in the day. You feel a connection that goes beyond language, culture, gender, time, and space. You feel a core humanness in its pursuit. And when an album can do that, you know it’s fucking good.

 

“I came, I heard, and I fucking owned.” July: Exoterm, Jesca Hoop, Georgia Anne Muldrow, Isata Kanneh-Mason, Biosphere, and Holst’s Planets.

Exoterm – Exits Into A Corridor

Many know of the secret track at the end of Nirvana’s blockbuster Nevermind that, ironically for a “secret” song, picked up the name, “Endless, Nameless”. It’s the track where the band drops all pop sensibilities and, basically, fucks your face with sound. It’s raw emotion. It’s sonic rage. And if you imagine this track done all jazz styles, with waves and build ups and played for around 30 minutes, then you have a good idea how this sounds. It’s fucking incredible. After this finished, I played it again. It’s rare to hear such sophistication scream in your face, spit on the floor, and then flip off God. To many this will sound like noise with the occasional sonic landscape. But to those stranger audiophiliacs out there that happen to like punk, jazz, and electronic music, this is the fucking shit.

Kristoffer Berre Alberts: saxophones
Nels Cline: guitar
Rune Nergaard: bass
Jim Black: drums and electronics

Jesca Hoop – Stonechild

There’s a stripped down darkness on this album that’s bare and rarely shown. It’s full of moments where listening to it feels invasive, like reading through a lost journal you found on the train. Not to say that this album is tame. Hells to the fuck no. Tracks like “Red and Black” are written in protest of the recent popularity of white supremacist ideals. “Old Fear of Father” tells the story of a mother feeding into patriarchal ideals by trusting her sons more than her daughters. These songs are heartfelt and honest as fuck. They deal with modern problems yet are sung and arranged in a way that sounds folkloric. The effect? A bird eye’s view on this sociopolitical shit pile. And without the stinging eyes and nausea-inducing smell, it suddenly becomes clear what this is and how to fix it. Now that’s a fucking folk album.

Georgia Anne Muldrow – VWETO II

This is Georgia Anne’s 18th album. Get that? It’s very likely that her album count has doubled the number of sexual partners you’ll ever have (according to a survey done by The Jounral of Sex Research the average is 6.9 for the Dutch, 7 for the Brits, and 7.2 for those slutty Americans [Nicely done! Also, really?!]) This lady is a musical fucking juggernaut. And her aim isn’t to please, but to elevate. On this album, Georgia Anne goes back to what she does best by slowly sauntering and pimp-walking through those afrofuturistic, funkadelic, and defiant sci-fi melodies. But, with one foot in avant-garde electronica and the other knee-deep in soul, this album launches afrofuturism back out into space where it belongs. Funk was never supposed to be some basic bitch. This album proves that if you’ve got the right captain piloting the ship, it never fucking will be.

Isata Kanneh-Mason – Romance: The Piano Music of Clara Schumann

The Osmonds, the Bee Gees, The Jackson Five, The Beach Boys, Oasis, Kings of Leon, and at the top of that list, the Kanneh-Masons. Isata’s family has seven brothers and sisters that all play classical music like bosses. They are an annoyingly talented family. So when rumours spread of Isata releasing her debut, people in the classical game perked right up. Instead of throwing down classical’s greatest hits for a majorly annoying hour, which is incredibly common for a debut, Isata decided to show her female comradery by performing the works of Clara Schumann and sporting an all-female line-up. Just goes to show that it doesn’t take balls to have courage. The performances here are perfect. Isata’s first impression to the world proves that that she’s unwavering, proficient, and a force to be fucking reckoned with. Hear me roar, motherfuckers.

Biosphere – The Senja Recordings

Geir Jenssen is an ambient music god that’s been dropping calm since back in the ’90s. For his most recent albums, location is hugely important. From 2015 to 2018, Geir was recording sounds in the arctic fucking circle. Hells ya. The first track on this album is made of sounds recorded in arctic waters. You can hear the ice freeze and snap in laser-like bolts. From there Geir continues down this arctic theme. Lots of tracks are mellow drones, others beep and pop, and some are simple field recordings of the arctic. The effect is an incredibly calming and relaxing album that could subdue the most roided-out polar bear. Like most Biosphere albums, this shit is hugely transportive. Want to go to the arctic but hate the cold and can’t afford the airfare? Close your eyes, press play, and you’ll fucking be there.

Charles Dutoit, Montreal Symphony Orchestra – Holst: The Planets

This seven-piece orchestral monster—each piece has been named after a planet and corresponds to its astrological character—has been performed to fucking death. John Williams used the “Mars” theme in Star Wars. “Neptune” has been featured in the closing credits of Mr. Robot. Many of these pieces have been played or ripped off by the likes of King Crimson, Frank Zappa, and Black Sabbath. As a whole, it’s been recorded around 100 times and performed way fucking more. Many avid classical fans have taken on the challenge of finding the recording, including yours fucking truly. You’ll find, more often than not, that everyone eventually ends up at this motherfucker. Why? Because the recording is kinda fucking perfect. The thickest and nerdiest of audiophiles use this to test out their newest and greatest speakers. Think your bass is dope? The organ on this motherfucker goes all the way down to 20 Hz (anything below this is beyond the human hearing range). The orchestra, choir, recording, and production on this are the stuff of legend. So, if you never heard it before and feel like taking on a challenge: find the greatest pair of speakers you can find, put on this album, turn off the lights, and turn it the fuck up. When done properly, this album acts as a marker: Your life before listening to it loud as fuck, and your life afterwards. And even if you’re not a huge fan of the tunes, it’s the perfect example of how a symphony should be recorded. It’s the example everything else has to set itself against. Now that’s a fucking recording.

 

 

What the Fuck is June?: Tunes To Become One With Heat

Moodie Black – MB I I I. V MICHOA

This shit is dirty, nasty, and grimy as a motherfucker. These beats could sneak up behind you and shank your ass with the sharpened end of a toothbrush. Moodie Black fits nicely in the genre of noise rap. It’s all about those distorted beats and fat basslines. This is perfect for that angry claustrophobic space that rap can do better than anyone else. If you want a thick nihilistic push while driving downtown in a crowded car with bass shaking so heavy that the smoke exhaled from that tightly wrapped joint dances and shifts to the sound waves, then this is your motherfucker. It lays it down thick without apology. This EP gets me excited for what’s to come.

Sanctuary Lakes – Sanctuary Lakes

If you like the bands Air or Tame Impala then you’ll like this shit. Tim Hoey of Cut Copy and Andy Szekeres of Midnight Juggernauts are two Australian fucks that decided to collaborate together to make this album/band. They make the kind of grooves that remind you of drinking out of a hose, jumping through the sprinkler, or closing your eyes while lying on the beach. Shit makes you max relax like a sociopath sitting in an outdoor bath amongst the aftermath of a bloodbathed warpath of half-wrath mechanized psychopaths. It’s electric, chill, and held together with a subtle tension created by a looming sense of evanescence. In other words, solid summer album.

Local Suicide – Leopard Gum

Ya, it’s an EP. Ya, it’s basically one song over and over again. But it’s also groovy as fuck. Local Suicide have released a series of EPs in this last year. I’ve been waiting for them to release an official album, but I don’t think that’s their style. This EP, like their many others, include good tunes for those late night drives. Their constant idiosyncratic beats have a tendency to keep your head in the clouds while your foot floors the gas. Fantastic jams.

His Name Is Alive – All the Mirrors In The House

This motherfucker has been kicking it hard ever since the ’90s. In certain groups and within certain strange minds, Warren Defever, the main member of this band, is a big fucking deal. He flipped out massive album after massive album like it wasn’t a thang. He changed the fucking game out of nowhere. This album is a collection of recordings that Warren made back in ’79—’86. Check it: Guy was born in ’69. Some of this shit was made when he was 10. Get that? Fucking 10. While others were horrified at their looming and roaring freshly budding genitals, Warren was recording awesomeness.

 

A Few Albums To Listen To When Tumours Are Being Mega Cunts

If you’ve been following along with this strange site, you’ll know I haven’t been as prolifically productive because cancerous tumours are mega cunts. Hear that? Total fucking assholes. Motherfuckers invented racism, traffic, and told Hitler that his art was shit after stealing his lunchbox. But even though I’m helping my pa recover after a mega-fucking surgery, doesn’t mean I’m not listening to tunes. Music is my drug. It’s been my guiding fucking light. I’m truly a fucking addict. So, until my shit gets back to a semblance of normalcy, I’m going throw up my selection of some nice, new, and gnarly tunes in the week instead of trying to lay down the daily. Cool? Cool.

Hayden Pedigo – Valley of the Sun

Got the feels for Fahey? Then you’re going to love this shit. It’s a perfect blend of fucked up, folk, and electronic. Hayden’s open-stringed guitar lays down the tracks as psychedelic effects add an extra depth to the already immersive tone and style. It’s some seriously transportive shit with a calm heart. It produces a similar effect to calmly fishing the ammonia rivers of Jupiter and catching pounds of nostalgia and heaps of days spend in bed next to a lover. This is both completely comforting and totally fucking out there.

David Allred – The Cell

Have you ever wished that motherfuckers like Nils Frahm and Peter Broderick played folk music? Wow! That’s such an ultra-specific desire! Great thing David Allred is that kinda jam. It’s easy to compare this album’s spaced out folky moments to early Bon Iver albums. But David takes these moments, hot boxes the motherfuckers until time no longer moves linearly, and builds them a cabin in the Rockies. There’s such a sense of an analgesic home on these tracks it’s like floating through space in a fetal position and covered with a comfort blanket.

Kinkajous – Hidden Lines

Goddamn it, I love when jazz does this shit right! Here’s another band to add to the pile of London motherfuckers killing the scene right now. Instead of focusing on that intimate feel though, this album goes expansive. It’s big. It’s synthy. It’s ’80s nostalgic cool. And even though it rides that boundary between slick and cheesy like it’s ice skating, I feel like the album falls on this side of Herbie Hancock and Sons of Kemet.

If you’re been reading closely, you’ll see a Jupiter/Space theme to each of these write-ups. One of the fucking songs on Kinkajous’s album is even called “Jupiter”. Before listening to these albums, you’ll be more likely to believe this shit’s a coincidence. But after listening to this shit and getting sonically high on the depths of Folk and Jazz, you’ll believe fucking Zeus himself originated this shit by raining a goddamn lightning bolts from Mount fucking Olympus.

Thanks for all your understanding at this time and for the continued support from all of you. You guys are fucking badass. I’ll be back when I can.

And, as always, keep listening.