And she may just be the fiercest bitch in the MC game. Now how long have we been hopping to her shit? Exactly. She's had questionable/suggestive lyrics, kept her possee on an overload of steez (Santigold, Benny Blanco, Spank Rock, Roxy Cottontail), and was doing that head shaving shit long before Cassie, Peaches or Kesh. She's so hot, Yuksek had to take a look.
Yet another major band crush: Tame Impala. Boys, you put the jive back in Seventies psychedelic-mellow rock, and you do it so well it hurts. What I like best here, is that they're really all blossoming 2o-somethings, but can easily be mistaken for any bonafide rockers out there. I swear I was born in the wrong era. This fits right in with my War and Foghat records, the brooding hippie within me is going fucking ballistic. If this is what the new kids are bringing to the block, hot damn, sign me up.
Platform wrote a very amusing and insightful piece on the Perth band, read on.
Someone should explain La Roux to me (first of all, shouldn't it be La Rousse? as in female/chick/woman? We're trying to be edgy here, I see!). I don't feel like I'm grasping the idea just yet. Until that happens, I'll keep overplaying Beni's Sinking at 1.56 Remix of Quicksand. Kitsuné took a liking to the androgynous redhead, and Oh, but did you know the boys at Mad Decent took a spin at her hit as well? It's lovely, well have a listen.
I've never bought a U2 single/CD in my entire adult life, and I'm not about to, so the only time a U2 track would make the cut into my iPod is going to be through this brilliantly worked Justice remix. The track doesn't disappoint, besides - a Justice remix these days is harder to come by than humility at an AIG CEOs meeting, you do the math.
Well done boys, I'm lifting the ban, it has been a grueling 6 months!
I know that underneath all the super expensive shit that designers impose models to strut and unprecedented hotness, that they actually live normal/average lives (if you're idea of normal is rubbing shoulders with both Carine Roitfeld & Karl Lagerfeld at the same time), but fuck this, I didn't know some of them dabbled in morbid humor like Cole Mohr & Co. does! I have a job *coughs*, and no I ain't got no kids, but the Drawingklub is well...SICK AS FUCK. There's not one thing that will offend you on there, no; there are many things. Being the callous prick that I often am, even I stumbled on one thing that made me cringe. It almost replicates the eye sore that a visual version of Bollocks to the Hippocratic Oath would give you, combined with the cultural commentary Carles would make (like the stuff about azns, you know, shit like that) ergo it's NSFW. But don't let that stop you, it's a good way to waste your 'internetlolz' time, once you've adopted the mindset that it is purely ironic/satirical, and that in itself makes it okay in my book(marks).
It's cool though, I mean - shows they've got personality/zany-ness, however FUCKED UP, it may be - 'deranged' is relative anyway.
Every April, I tell my mom "Soon as April hits, the year's already over". She, predictably, assumes I'm exaggerating, but ends up agreeing as soon as September hits. For New York, April means showers, loads of them, for me, it means that by the third week in - Ed Rec's annual May compilation will leak, and there's nothing I look forward to, musically, then new SebastiAn, Mehdi & Oizo mixes. Last year's mix didn't disappoint, well...unless you're counting Uffie's Robot Oeuf, actually - even that wasn't that bad.
Handsome Furs' I'm Confused was my favourite indie rock track of all of February & March combined (whoa, hyperbole!), and their newly released video is threatening to be my favourite for April and May as well. Let's hear it for zombies, hotness!
NSFW Disclaimer: Not for the faint at heart, or mormons whose eyes will melt out of their orbit at the sight of boobs and vag.
And that...is the caption I read, leading me to the now hotly celebrated Night Booth. In the cold cobble-stoned streets of Paris, through the slinky and sweaty hallways of the Regine, Rémi Ferrante makes his way; snapping models, socialites, music heavyweights, and fashion elitists alike, accompanied only by his MacBook Pro. Night Booth came to light during Paris Fashion Week 09, and is a favorite of Mila Jovovich, Kanye ‘Barely Needs Any Introductions’ West, Lou Doillon, JCDC, and countless others. He’s even got A-Trak intrigued, when the other half of the Macklovitch family spewed onto his twitter: “Dude walking around the club with an open laptop taking pics of people on Photobooth.”
And he does exactly that. While the average MacBook-possessing individual utilizes Photobooth for giggles and jokes (ah, face distortions, so fun!), Rémi Ferrante saw otherwise, and turned this ingenious little carnival-inspired tool into a brilliant, yet simple innovative way of capturing the parties, people and places we only hear about from other people, with low lights, and heavy grain, making you feel like a peeping Tom by default (but in every good sense of it, of course). Surely, Night Booth will live on beyond its Parisian borders and transcend onto the party scenes of London, New York, LA, and/or Tokyo in no time; but Rémi can assure his position as being the first to introduce this to the dark-lit social rooms.
And when he's put down his computer, he's busy being a legit photographer, with a real camera.
Right, So We've Got Two Things To Cover In This Post:
First - You've possibly seen the commotion by now, another disco themed track, another radio rip, another Mehdi Pinson collaboration, another day and a new Justice track gets fed to the masses. Whether you've jumped the boat soon after the Coca Cola incident, or jumped in right after that (because, admit it, you know some people who did), you couldn't help but give We Kids a listen. Now, am I going to front as if I own every Justice-induced merchandise, or attended every gig? No, not really, but it doesn't take a sound engineering degree, a full knowledge of Ableton live and the precision of a brain surgeon to know that We Kids < Everything Else Under Cross & Ed Rec. V. III Combined. Dare I say it? Fuck yes, these are not the same French bastards who released Planisphere, it can't be. The kids out there, have been living on a diet of recycled Justice tracks for the past two years, occasionally, some 'banging' remixes have been added as a treat, tease - and the promise of a new studio album in the works have kept them all going; in order not to raise a full blown fury among the 14-26 demographic, the boys sort of have to show who's boss, shut them all up with a new, but ear-raping track, and keep everyone else in the mix happy.
Second - However, and this needs mentioning - Another plausible theory about We Kids, is that it isn't even produced by Justice, at all. Making all of my first paragraph completely void. Word on the street is that the aforementioned track is that of Keedz, some call them, "Justice under Disguise", or "Justice Rip-Offs". If I am to believe that second theory - and I do; putting aside my temporary ban on Justice material because of said track recycling, these guys wouldn't put out something this terrible given what they've produced last season for Dior, and the MGMTElectric Feel remix - and with that! comes a sight of relief. Creative Borrowing? Aesthetic Inspiration, perhaps? Yes, maybe, because this is some bullshit that castrates anyone who dares explain, or defend it.
What do we learn from this? Justice or Not, We Kids is 'de la merde'.
If there are any bands who are certain to blow up this year, it's got to be at least these two: The XX & The Virgins.
The XX hail from Southwest London, and sound so good it's impossible to hate them even if you try. There's no loud tones, just sweet sweet melodies to woo you off your feet, and spazz you out. With a full EP in the works (and nearing completion), this quartet is sure to please ears from all sides of the border.
As for The Virgins, I'm starting to think that it's not a year of musical explosion unless one band from NYC isn't part of the hype. There seems to never be a shortage of good bands from NYC, and The Virgins don't do a bad job at maintaining that musical reputation. I feel no need to describe these fellas' 'game' any further, you should hear for yourself. Here's a pretty awesome remix of Rich Girls done by The Twelves.
At first glance, I thought MGMT went all holy military on me with some new material I haven't heard of yet, but then I leaned in closer and I busted out a sly 'Oh Shit' to myself: That's not MGMT, is it? No. They're Empire of the Sun. One half of Pnau, and one half of The Sleepy Jackson Apparently, they're the new 'hot thing' under the radar right now, at least in the U.K. (I am anticipating how U.S. fans will greet these two)
I know what you're thinking, maybe they just look the same, maybe musically speaking they're totally different?, in fact...polar opposites? But NO, wait a second...what's THIS video all about?
Guys, what's with the war paint? the tribal dances, and the feathers? All the 'quirkiness'. What happened to originality? did it get butchered in the back seat of a convicted murderer's van? Ha! boys...I don't know what to make of this.
I'll give them that though, they don't sound terrible.
Well, I suppose if it is any indication of a lack of consistency in posting, it's certainly only due to the fact that during the time elapsed from my last post to this one, I've crossed oceans back to London, went on a 'let's follow all these bands for a whole week' tour with a few friends, and miraculously manage to attend sociology classes all in between!
My god, I've finally reached 100 posts. That's nothing though, is it? That's like rookie years, I assume, but a full time undergraduate 18 year old with an immense love for music like me, has a hard time sticking to consistency when it comes to this blog. I feel as though I've neglected it, so much so, that a month's passed since I last wrote on here! this is ludicrous!
Right, right, evading from my lack of posting, here's what I have been doing these past days, because...while I may not be writing about music, I am most definitely downloading it, making it [with two friends, it's sort of like an embryonic project, but it promises!], and attending shows. The latest spark in my mind is to start band/live events photography, though I may not have a penchant for tits like Bronques, or really skinny and heavily tattooed yet adorable gay boys & Leigh Lezark like Geej, or even underage girls/boys at sweet 14s *coughs* M.Hunter *coughs*, I do have a real pushing from a few people, and seeing as how I get a real kick trotting my 'guns' to parties, I fairly enjoy it.
Surely the best music news I've got all month was the release of Yuksek's brand spanking new album, Away From The Sea, (it even features tracks with Chromeo, and...get this, Amanda Blank). Also, Phoenix's back with some brand new material, it's been a while; their newest single 1901 which the band is giving away gratuit is classic Phoenix, and anticipates a pretty damn good album for late May.
Now that this is all out of the way, I'm jumping off to finish a Criminology essay, and before I sign off...I suppose I'll mention this little piece of 'gem', that was featured on The Selby a few months back. Yes I am obliged to refer to it as an 'it', and 'gem', because frankly, the amount of hilarity and gloom this gives me at the same time is overwhelming. Pay strick attention to the bloke named 'Bunny', the intern who looks about 30 and the color-coordinated books. Note to these new residents: If you don't like plaid shirts so much either A. Don't wear them, yes that means YOU Bunny - or B. Move out, I'm pre-tty sure you can find a plaid-free zone in Brooklyn. Fuck Off.
I love music. I put up mp3s for aesthetical purposes only. that's only. They don't even last more than two weeks. plus how many heads do I have visiting this page anyway?? If you own the rights to these babies and you just ain't down with that, all ya need to do is ask, and ya shall receive. Simple. No confrontations, none of that shit. Just hit me up, and songs will be put down before y'know it. Easy. But...in contrast, if you want to send some music my way, please feel free, I love new music, new music is fun. Holla.