Two years on and the untimely death of J Dilla is still keenly felt. His old friend Erykah Badu's new album features a collaboration with Madlib called Telephone, a gentle seven minute eulogy to her departed pal. It also sees the duo tackle Eddie Kendricks’s spiritual classic My People (Hold On), a song that last made an appearance on Dilla's final album Donuts and a suitably uplifting tribute.
Wiley has had a crazy rollercoaster career and little luck with record labels. He’s been dropped more times than Westwood's bomb fx, but thankfully things are now looking up. Wearing My Rolex, his grime-meets-electro smash-in-waiting has been signed by Atlantic and might just make a pop star out of him. Fingers crossed.
Benga has made the first great non-Burial dubstep album. It's the New Forms of dubstep-- a bit jazzy and, if you skip a few tracks (the good ones), demure enough for edgy StoNu dinner parties. The Promobot is on the version we have and he really sounds at home. We feel bad for the Promobot. He has that amazing auto-tune vocal (like T-Pain), is all over everyone’s album (like T-Pain), but never makes the final cut (unlike T-Pain). Has his mechanical flow been deemed too real for the common man? Who knows. Promobot is the Nick Drake of pre-release albums and his genius will not be appreciated in this lifetime.
Aren't emails great? We got one this morning offering us a DickPlumpingJarrett. We'd have bought one had we not just given all our money to the dudes at MonumentalFuckstickStewart. Anyway, last night a message arrived from Anthony Deptula. He's making a film in LA called One Too Many Mornings. Brad Breeck, drummer with the mighty Mae Shi is composing the score. Here is the theme song. It's so vigorously rousing it has the word Anthem in the title, just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
It must be an amazing time for cellists. First Arcade Fire ushered in a new age of orchestral indie-rock and opened the gates for a thousand string-sectioned imitators. Now the disco revival means dancefloors are bursting with swooping bows in search of a bit of Arthur Russell authenticity. One of our favourite new bands, Free Blood, put those four bass strings to good use on their new EP, the succinctly titled EP2, where you'll find the intergalactic narcolepsy of Adventures Close To Home’s Royal Family remix and glorious disco spazzout, Grumpy. EP2 is out 07/04/08.
Hey Chloë Sevigny! Nice top! We were wondering how to get our hands on one of Luella’s ditzy floral Peter Pan collar blouses, when we stumbled across this little gem from Kim Fowley on said designer’s website. Brilliant, just brilliant. Now we want the blouse and we want to change our name to Bubblegum. Fashion can be so demanding.
In which John Pugh bellows like a crazy man in the middle of a desert and Madeline Davy beats the crap out of a suit of armour before they meet up and get down in a strobe-lit palace.
Today is the last day of London fashion week and we're looking forward to eating real food again rather than tiny versions of food swiped from passing trays. At last night's Mulberry party we saw Hot Chip play to a listless herd of fashion pals who after four days of cocktails looked like flamboyantly-dressed zombies (hello Geldofs!). At least Joe Hot Chip is getting the internets all hot and bothered with his latest side-project, Little Boots. He's teamed up with ex-Dead Disco singer Victoria Hesketh for an epic Moroder-meets-euro trance anthem. We hope it gets one of those videos where glamour models dance with power tools.
In which three tribes led by three (wise?) men traipse through a forest towards a bleeding box and the floating triangle within. Sounds odd? Wait until you see the ending. Like the song, and indeed the band, this is eccentric, compelling and hard to shake.
Hey grime! Great job of making everyone excited about you again with all those free mixtapes. And hey P Money! Thanks for giving away last year's Coins 2 Notes and having a ridonkulous double-time flow. How do you breathe? Have you got gills?
Last week we interviewed the Cool Kids in an empty nightclub. They're great dudes whose enthusiasm inspired us to declare today Rappy Rap Day-- a contrived way for us to introduce some of the amazing new rappy rappers that soundtracked our weekend. First up is Timbaland protégé Izza Kizza whose ultra-modern metaflows mark him as the new king of the sci-fi south. Here's a web-rip of Kizza and Missy destroying Cupid's 3-6-9.
Craze is at Fabric tonight to launch his fine addition to the club's never-ending mix series. Better still, he's got Chicago's amazing Cool Kids on the bill. It's Chuck and Mikey's first ever UK show. With Super Tuesday out of the way, we're hoping Barack will swing by to drop a quick 16 on Black Mags.
Ever since Cover Up was cut short by Jon-Erik Hexum's bizarre death we've been waiting patiently for another TV show about a crime-fighting fashion photographer and her ex-Green Beret, male model sidekick. We're still waiting, but Bonnie Tyler's anthemic theme tune has been made into a grime track and that will do for now.
Not so long ago a full, bushy beard was a pretty good guarantee of the owner’s awesomeness. A plague of bearded hipsters later and true believers are harder to identify. Yet despite the vagaries of fashion the awesomeness of OG beardos like Destroyer will never be in doubt. A great Queen Bitch-era Bowie impression and being called Destroyer obviously help.
Do Clipse deliberately release their mixtapes to coincide with Wire-mania ? And if so, why not get Slim Charles to drop a guest verse? We love Slim Charles.
We thought Richard X had gone to ground, but oh no, he's producing new stuff for Annie, St. Etienne and the amazing Ebony Bones. When he's not busy with pretty singers we like, we hope he still makes glitchy, Visage-snatching electro doodles like this from five years ago.