Remember that inner Earth sex rave from The Matrix? You know, when everyone was all slipping and sliding over each other’s sweaty selves before Morpheus came out to rally Zion? Yeah, this Spandex edit by Erol Alkan sounds like that. Generator noise, nuclear alarms and brain-melting sub bass do indeed work symbiotically for a finite number of danceable parts, though the majority of “The Bull” thrives in the teeth-gnashing zone. Blast it (and the rest of Another Bugged Out) while you’re doing something apocalyptic.
Thomas Azier, a bouffanted electropop crooner with a sweet shearling jacket, sounds pretty much like what I assume every artist in Berlin sounds like: super-talented, mechanically brilliant and ice, ice cold. On “Red Eyes,” a musical universe lies breathing below the well calibrated songwriting: a dramatic, ‘80s-inflected vocal range, a deluge of glammy synths and snappy drum pads, a full pop spectrum made of only blacks and grays. Who knew chilly could be this inviting? This guy, whose EP is now online for free.
This one came across our desk with the handle of “Justin Vernon meets Prince.” And you know what? That’s exactly what NZCA/Lines sounds like. The new face of synthpop is here and it is downright handsome you guys. The upcoming, expertly composed, tailor-made dance of “Airlock” is going to straight to the top of our personal party playlists. And while we're at it, the entirety of the London indie act’s debut, out now.
Teens. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t feel old without ‘em. Also, you can’t hear this weirdo bleeting-in-a-yurt remix without ‘em. In the hands of Dan Deacon, TEEN’s “Better” is all dusty kicks and diced children’s chorus, didgeridoo calls and atonal organs. There are also possibly other sounds, like that high-pitched Japanese siren that malls use to disperse loitering youths, but as stated earlier, we’re too aged to hear anything other than good old experimental smoke dance.
I think Helvetia must have listened to The Zombies growing up. “Nothing In Rambling” may not share many notes with “Time Of The Season,” but it certainly shares a cornerstone bassline and easy breezy psych-rock sentimentality. Peep our exclusive of the Portland-by-way-of-Seattle band’s new one and imagine a world where skinny jean bell bottoms are a thing. Then pick up the freshly-pressed Nothing In Rambling, out on Joyful Noise now.
“Take This Up,” the latest from Star Slinger, finds the hip-hop dance dude with his finger permanently affixed to the cue, restarting the speedy soul samples, bass and gloopy breakdowns until you, the listener, is having a seizure. Such is the price of electronic music, people. The totally ridiculous, totally great 2012 equivalent of happy house awaits your twitching needs. Which you have many of.
You can tell Tycho has a background in visual design from the very first note of his honey-drenched technopop. Listen to “Dive” with your eyes shut to see how nuanced EDM actually has a color spectrum, how sound can be seemingly cut into swaths and then woven back together into an electro-fabric of bass and euphoria, of sonic raindrops in blood orange and teal. Then try on the dancier (but no less perfect-for-daydreaming) Kolombo redux of “A Walk” and see what we mean. Colors, right? Colors as far as the ear can hear.
Colin Munroe sounds like an alt-rock Justin Timberlake and looks like a Top Shop model. But that’s precisely why I pine for him: he doesn’t even need me (this is how girls work, fyi). Also, his R&B-infused stutter pop is a genre all its own: laden with crunchy bass bits, street samples, mainstream sing-a-longs and everything else in the kitchen sink that makes a great club grind. Check out the lyric video for "The Fight Of My Life," featuring the great Pusha T, above and grab the MP3 for free below, courtesy of VEVO and RCRD LBL.
We’re not much for conflation, for hyperbole, for overreaction and all that, but have you heard this new Deluka jam? ‘Cause it sorta sounds like Cream. Cream, you whippersnappers! The sixties group that gave us Jack Bruce, Ginger Baker and Eric Clapton? My dad’s favorite band and a primer for anyone interested in rock or guitars or burning-down-the-house bridges, wheedling riffs, satin vocals as clear and as crystallized and as meaningful to history as a Paleozoic gnat preserved in amber? Can you hear it in first thirty seconds of smoke, or in the war-torn lyrics, or in the driving beat, all burnished psychedelia and throwback purple gyroscopes? We said we weren’t going to go overboard. But if you don’t download “Stranger Than Fiction,” watch out for Deluka's forthcoming EP (produced by Dan The Automator) and learn about Cream for the rest of the day, we are going to throw our computers out the window, no joke.
We’d never really considered Get People an electro-jam band before, but one listen of “Cupid’s Curse” and one view of its adjoining hypno-trip video, and we’re having all sorts of spirit stick visions. Heartbeat drums, bubble waves, forest bass and neon choral refrains show where the London indie dance trio’s mind is at these days: Burning Man. Come on and get in the sunshine here and on their upcoming release through Luv Luv Luv.