Apologies for the lack of action here this
week. We've been temporarily dragged out of the internet. Normal
service will resume on Monday. In the meantime, listen
to my radio debut on the BBC Radio 1 Review
Show
with the awesome Nihal, Example
and Dev. Sorry Joy, did my best.
Because I am so intensely awesome in all ways vanity is my favourite
sin and, yes,
I do think this song is about me. Celestial Bodies is Ferry from
Semifinalists' new band and their
songs twinkle like tiny
galaxies. He and the cosmos are one, but what's that giant space baby floating behind
him? Don't
worry, dudes, it's just my ego.
The name Warm Hands is a little
misleading here. Instead of holding you tight as the cold sets in, he proffers creepy,
skeletal jams with foreboding titles like Darker and Anxiety. When me and my
chainsaw are sitting alone in a cabin at the end of the world waiting for the
zombies to attack again, this is what we'll listen to.
When His Clancyness sends us songs they
invariably end up on here, such is their unswerving awesomeness. And this summer we visited
a pretty place called Malsescine on
his recommendation. He's a woozy troubadour and our personal travel adviser. He basically
rules. Here is his latest offering, which lilts and laps at your toes like vast and gentle
waters. You can catch His Clancyness's live UK debut at best bud Banjo Or Freakout's single launch on
27/10 and listen to those two old pals shooting the breeze over at Platform.
Blood Orange is a
playful new project from the ever-dexterous Dev Hynes. He sent us two
new tracks for your delectation, a six-stringed flight through the neon-stripped
night, and a sunrise cruise through the catacombs of Queens. He calls this a "wanky experiment" and the results are
empirically awesome.
For this week's D2P I caught up with the fantastic Fair Ohs. We spoke about dude
culture and a variety of dudes. Read it and listen to their awesome Almost Island at The
FADER.
This song opens with a Matthew McConaughey sample so of course we're
going to love it, but its charm doesn't end with the romcom Brando. It sounds like the best
high school party ever, and Assassins 88 only came to do two
things, kick some ass and drink some beer. Looks like we're almost out of beer.
We're not sure why The Muslims changed their once awesome name to The Soft
Pack, nor why this is called a remix when it's clearly a cover. Maybe it's what Phoenix would
sound like had they grown up in leathers gargling gin instead of quaffing
chamomile in chinos. There are tons more of these Phoenix remixes forthcoming.
It could be the sheet rain, the dead raven on
our doorstep or the fact that we've broken out the winter coats, but music is starting to
feel a bit like the end of
Ghostbusters. Before they even strike a note Blessure Grave
warn of serious injury and they do not shy from this pitch black broadcast. Stumble into the
darkness below then wallow in the mixtape they made for Actual Pain. Zoooool.
As Campfires are
from
Chicago this song is probably not about Bargain
Hunt
or Loose
Women,
so we will have to wait a little longer for our favourite shows to ignite musical
inspiration.
What we do have is stacked high with tottering, tumble-down charm, and blazing with a wild,
ashy warmth that will sting your eyes. Their songs don't last long, but the embers glow a
while
after.
We have no idea who the mysterious Silver Columns is/are but this
song
sounds like Jimmy
Somerville playing Mario Kart and that can only be a good thing. After the jump he/they
talk dog shit and "the MP3 equivalent of AIDS." [Continues...]
If you'd asked us yesterday what a Becoming Real remix of Banjo Or
Freakout might sound like we wouldn't have said xylophone club banger, yet here it is.
But
then yesterday we didn't know Mr Real is busy writing his dissertation about 9/11 and its
representation in art, and today we do. Learn much more about this fantastic weirdo at the FADER.