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With Pet Sounds: In The Key Of Dee, Bullion shows that even the most well-mined of seams reward those willing to dig a little deeper. While reworking a classic rock LP isn't the freshest way for a producer to make their name, and the ongoing deification of Dilla has made indie-rap sound stale and samey, Bullion bores through the clichés to find the treasure below.
We know two things about Orkney: it looks cold; it's where Half Cousin are from. Is their name a little joke about the close-knit nature of small island communities? Probably. If not then we're sorry we mentioned it.
We like the fact that Maps isn't an easy dude to Google. It means we had to flex our journalistic muscles and work that little bit harder* to discover he sampled Bright Eyes on this new b-side.
Mark E. Smith, discofied Northern Soul and the silky editing skills of Pilooski are all things we love, so our tiny, weak hearts all but exploded when we heard this new Von Südenfed b-side. The single also features a funny Smith-penned tribute to The Rocket so you really should buy it.
Sorry for the silence. We're experiencing FASHION OVERLOAD here in Madrid. More on that when we've dried out, but for now check out the awesome drumming on this:
We've just landed in Madrid, where we will continue our Fashion Week blowout bonanza. While we head poolside, here's the Boy Better Know fashion manifesto and Kanye's new Feist-sampling, Pitchfork-primed Twista production.
Lightspeed Champion joined in the Fashion Week madness last night with a shambolic show at the PPQ party. He walked on tables! He smashed glasses! Then he had his limelight stolen by professional dickhead Johnny Borrell. We mentioned Dev’s epic new single a few days ago and an edited version of the awesome video has since appeared. Here’s the b-side, his radiant version of the Hair classic The Flesh Failures, along with Wilson Simonal’s classic Brazilian take and a bananas reading by the Japanese cast of 1971.
Nic Dawson Kelly is an intriguing young troubadour who has a bit of Banhart about him, but Banhart had he grown up in a dull UK commuter town. You can hear him getting his Antony on in the back of a cab or at one of his many London live dates. And here ends our weakest Fashion Week post yet.
The only disappointment from last week’s Marc by Marc Jacobs show was that he didn’t put Weezy on the catwalk. Like fellow Lil-rapper Kim, Wayne name-checks the New York designer all over his records, and we just know he’d be a natural on the catwalk. But the lack of Weez was forgiven when we saw these awesome Lego accessories: worn as brooches, hair pieces and belt buckles. Toys R Us here we come.
Last week it was New York, this week London, but the only Fashion Week that counts is the one starting here today. We've been starving ourselves for months to squeeze into this and thanks to a diet of cigarettes, heroin and heart attacks we're finally farbulous enough to work it. Expect dubious photos, sketchy sartorial references and lots of songs with the word Fashion in the title. Like this one from We Smoke Fags.
Yesterday’s David Lynch post got us thinking about how he pretty much owns indie-rock videos right now. All the coolest kids have clips that resemble darkly lucid fever dreams populated by freaks wallowing in that eerie sense of mounting dread that has long been Lynch’s hallmark. Young directors like Alexander Turvey and Timothy Saccenti (who made the Peacebone video) probably watched Rabbits a few times before concocting new and horrible ways to give hipster’s nightmares.
Today we nursed our hangover through the press launch for this year's London Film Festival. As you'd expect there are plenty of great movies scheduled, but the announcement that really shook us out of our post-binge funk was this: David Lynch and Donovan are to host an evening of music, discussion and transcendental meditation. This could be the best thing ever.
If you can read then you're probably under the impression that London is overrun by spunky young female singer-songwriters. You must think those bitches are everywhere, that you can't walk down the street without bumping into a feisty cockernee girl acoustically skewering her bastard ex. It's not true. There are, we think, about six. And only Remi Nicole had the sense to commission a Kissy Sell Out remix.
Earlier today we were saying how great it would be if a Swedish Morrissey had fronted the Love Unlimited Orchestra. Then someone put on the new Jens Lekman record and our aural wish list became a little bit shorter.
Kanye is brilliant at embarrassing himself, but even better at cranking out the hits. As autumn draws near here’s his late-registered entry for Summer Jam ‘07.
Even though this photo makes them look like one of Oprah's Book Clubs, ESG is undoubtedly one of the coolest bands of the last 30 years. Their influence is now so huge it's hard to find an act that hasn't referenced, sampled or stolen their sinewy basslines and pounding disco-rock rhythms. Which makes news of their retirement all the sadder. But sad in a good way. Sad in a we'll-really-miss-you-but-enjoy-kicking-back-because-you-have-absolutely-earned-it way.
We haven't seen No Country For Old Men, but it's pretty clear from this bloody new trailer that Javier Bardem is the baddest badass bad guy of 2007 (The lank hair! The crazy, staring eyes! The shooting holes through good ol' boys' heads with a compressed-air gun!). We're already working on the Halloween costume.
Dubstep wunderkid Skream has recently become a bit of a genre slut. He's been playing funk and soul sets, providing techy house remixes for the Grecoromans and recording with jazz band, Nostalgia 77. Until more of this stuff surfaces we'll make do with the shiny new Switch remix of his classic Midnight Request Line posted by Diplo on the Mad Decent blog.
Knightmare was a TV show that aired in the UK in the late 1980s. A bunch of kids would guide one of their friends around a virtual reality castle where they'd meet all kinds of out-of-work actors hamming it up as ogres or dwarfs. It was as if Jnr Lawnmower Man had stumbled into an am-dram version of Dungeons & Dragons. The poor sap being guided was blinded by a giant helmet that hid from him the true blue screen nature of his surroundings. "Two steps forward. One left. Pick up the bread." It was fucking awesome.
If the lyrics to Tree Friend Tree Foe are to be believed then dude from Bolt Action Five was on Knightmare as a kid. For that he gets our everlasting respect. You may have already heard the Kissy remix of that track, so here is a rudecore rework from FOPs the Cleft Palettes. It's on their excellent new EP along with a ridiculous rework of Homecoming and a fantastic tune with Miss Odd Kid.
Occasionally we'll hear some music that's so perfectly in tune with our tastes it feels like somebody has been making field recordings inside our brains. At the moment we suspect that somebody is White Williams. His debut album Smoke offers off-kilter pop-funk in seven shades of whimsy. We like them all.