Nu-ravers-on-the-block and current NME cover stars Late Of The Pier will hit New York on Friday for Pete Tong’s well-stacked Insiders CMJ gig at Irving Plaza. The band will share the stage with Tong, Chilean tech house god Luciano, Soulwax, The Whip, 2manydj’s and more, and we’ve got a pair of tickets to show to give away along with a "special vinyl prize pack" from the group. If you wanna go, sign up for newsletter here and then e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject “LATE OF THE PIER” and we’ll get at you by the end of the week if you’ve won. To get you amped for the show or even just to get you amped, we’ve nabbed an exclusive remix of LOTP tune “Bathroom Gurgle” from UK maximal dude Tronik Youth. Grab that stuttering electro reworking below and hit the jump for Friday's full flyer.
Sounds like: Yuksek, Curses!, Klaxons
A band who named themselves Shitdisco would write a song called “72 Virgins” with a hook line of some inebriated Scottish nu-raver pining “Do what you want with me…” In addition to the deliberately provoking titling, the band roped in Italian get-hype-masters The Bloody Beetroots to throw the whole joint down their black hole of climax synths and aggro editing, resulting in the exclusive-to-RCRD-LBL remix that you find below. This might not “work” (in the go crazy sense) until the weekend, but who cares, Party Wednesdays.
Even in these times of rampant genrelessness, Late of the Pier are an act that stands out as cross-pollinators riding a crystalline wave of musical harlotry. The quartet from Castle Donington revel in mashing together broken shards of hammy, glam-electro with scrabbling post-punk abandon, all the while somehow managing to hang the whole thing together fresh and always danceable.
This remix, courtesy of Brighton’s Metronomy, takes that template and extends it out further; the maximalist approach to sound catching that rarest of nu-rave variables in ‘clownstep’ drum’n’bass. So often neglected in favour of pretty much everything else in the sonic palette, clownstep is an abomination, but here, somehow, it manages to hang whole together, fresh and always danceable.
- Kev Kharas