The descent is endless. The cycle—on repeat. MJ soldiers have been replaced with Tanaka robots and they’re marching straight off the edge into a steamy pool of dance.
Groundislava | Panorama (Clive Tanaka and Beaunoise Remix)
Above is one half of a 7″ that showed up this weekend on translucent lava orange wax courtesy of the ever-generous Clive and friends. There’s more at bandcamp.
When the murmurations first appeared, they rippled through audio currents to such degree that this video almost triggers déjà vu. And yet the hand-held passenger approach may still come as a surprise; overt bird footage these monochromatic swarms are not, and perhaps more effective because of it.
Inspired by some shadow-talk the other night, Rx dug into his hard drive, switched on the machinery, and came out with RxB. In his text:
“i am laid up. hurt, not sick. i’ll be alright. i am spaced on good grass and some soundwaves…lounging in afternoon light in a shit-brown colored living room.
here is a mix as dirty as these walls…been hearing about all of this 90s R&B influenced music that has been coming out…
wondering what took the world so long…
of course we have rhythm
of course we have blues.
i hear a lot of four tet in most of these bands…but no four tet on the mix.
i think burial and flying lotus are polar predecessors
there are a few old secrets i see in the folds (dragons/projectors)
frank ocean is the wonderchild
the weeknd is the new face
how to dress well is the secret
toro y moi is (more than “chillwave”)
lots of reverb and rubbery rhythm…
lots of vocal work or vocal samples.
i am heavy on it.i dubbed this hot and hard, and gave it some of my own space and vacuum…
sounds choice MAXED on your laptop speakers (on purpose).
this mix nods at a genre that really captures my attention. because i have attention.
turn it up and tune out while dancing in the full length mirror of your imagination…
…thinking about your spirit transcending choreography. “
ALPHA vinyl arrives in June.
“I know a place where we can go…”
Leaving land, treading air, and meeting water, over precisely seven slow motion minutes and forty one seconds:
Andrew Sinclair | Black Wall Reach
It appears Andrew Sinclair might have stayed under for a bit longer than usual after a cliff jump at Blackwall Reach (in Western Australia), getting lost in that “forget where we came from” sensation.
His soundcloud continues to ritualize.