Buraka
Som Sistema are all over the latest
Hollertronix EP and their debut album, Black Diamond, will be released soon by
Fabric
. This makes perfect sense. If anyone should have their album put out by
a nightclub it's these hard-partying dudes. We caught up with Lil' John from the
band recently. After the jump he gives us the skinny on kuduro, the BSS sound and
the origins of Black Diamond. [Continues...]
Thanks to the New York Post's theatre column we now know there is
an off-Broadway musical called Fela! that
Jay-Z wants to plough money into. Is there a scene where Fela marries 20 women at once? Or one where his
elderly mother is thrown out of a window by soldiers? Can you imagine a theatre
audience singing along to Expensive Shit? "Because the shit does smell! Because the
shit does smell!" Amazing.
The
Invisible rerelease the awesome Monster's Waltz soon, so
lets take a moment to analyze this press shot. From right to left: Tom Herbert
(bass) - big bushy beard, serious expression, but cool; Dave Okumu (guitar, vocals)
- awesome outfit, we want to be your friend, totally cool; Tom Skinner Leo Taylor (drums)
trying way too hard to look comfortable, is his foot in Dave's pocket? Not cool.
Hey little indie dudes! It must be hard being so sensitive and introverted. Aggressively social situations must make you want to scream. So it's good to have little indie friends. And little indie bands like the wonderful Tin Can Telephone who can articulate your fears in their playful little songs. We worry about you, little indie dudes, so take care. Maybe you should learn karate.
Banjo or Freakout is the sound of underwater daydreams. Fuzzy little songs that hang in the air like lonely, sedated clouds. It's the work of one man, Alessio Natalizia, and his shoegazing covers of Burial, Battles and Pavement (all given away free on his fantastic blog) have seen him likened to a European Atlas Sound. With his first single out soon, we tracked down Natalizia and asked him three questions. After the jump he tells us about banjos, crickets and posh London punks. [Continues...]
As London Fashion Week draws to a close we have retired
[slumped] to our quarters [the sofa] to take repose [be sick on ourselves]. But on
Wednesday we were hanging out in Harrods' Laduree Tea Room, surrounded by lurid
macaroons and toasting André Benjamin's exceedingly dapper new BenjaminBixby menswear line. We
managed to catch up with Mr 3000 AKA IceCold AKA PossumAloysiusJenkins, who was looking fresh in a brown fedora,
X-emblazoned polo shirt, tweed sports jacket and turn-up jeans. Does this man ever stop smiling? After the jump he tells us about
Philip Glass, rugby and his amazing aliases. [Continues...]
If it hadn't been for pizza in a cone, Stricken
City would be our favourite discovery of the year. They're so effortlessly
charming and endearingly indie that we want to go to a sixth form common room and
spend all afternoon scrawling their name on our bags. Their new single Lost Art is a
thing of galloping beauty and you can hear it her for the first time. We spoke to
Rebekah Raa and Iain Pettifer from the band for 321, our
new Ted Rogers-inspired interviewette feature, and after the
jump they talk about Julie Andrews, ducks and the trouble with gayrony. [Continues...]
Ezra Bang is the Tetsuo of hip-hop. We don't mean he has bits of metal growing out his face or a penis that turns into a power drill, but that he is a monster made from the shreds and scraps of old rap. He is the hyper-sexual, campy menace of Schoolly D and the booming rhetoric of Public Enemy welded together and mounted on a stack of thrashed and trashed synthesizers. After the jump Ezra tells about his fearsome new song, What U Can't Kill U Must Envy, which you can listen to here. [Continues...]
Gang Gang Dance's Saint Dymphna is one of our favourite albums of the year and their startling avant-grime collab with Tinchy Stryder has already been lauded up and down the informationsuperhighway. We just found out that Dymphna was the daughter of an Irish cheftian called Damon who fell in love with her after his wife/Dymphna's mother died. Damon chased Dymphna to Belgium then chopped her head off when she spurned his advances. Wow. History is almost as good as Gossip Girl.
In which NSFW nakedness and suicide collide, just like our more feverish daydreams.
Salem made this eerie clip themselves and you can still buy their Yes, I Smoke Crack EP
here, here and here.
Burial, the formerly enigmatic dubstep producer, may soon join the illustrious ranks of M
People, Gomez and Miss Dynamite, by winning the Mercury Music Prize. But even if tonight does not secure him
their spoiled spoils, today brings its own reward in this sublime Banjo Or
Freakout cover of Archangel. We'll be speaking to Mr Banjo AKA Alessio
Natalizia later this week, but for now revel in this haunted paean to metropolitan
pain, first unearthed at the wonderful
NPIP.
Tonight, Ponytail play their first London
gig at Barden's Boudoir. We are expecting a
psychedelic spazz-out of epic proportions. Drummer Jeremy Hyman recently
told us about the band's plans to follow this year's wonderful Ice Cream Spiritual LP.
JH: “Me and Molly [Siegel, the band's vocalist] listen to a lot of techno and dance
music and that's starting to poke through a little more with the newer stuff. We also
love Craig Leon. He was a
producer for Blondie and Suicide, but also made his own solo electronic records which
Ken [Seeno, one of the band's awesome axemen] found recently. We were all blown away.
It's so minimal but, you know, not at all. So we've been influenced by that. And we
like a lot of pop too. Fleetwood Mac is one of our favourite ever bands. Just the
colour of the sound, it's never really harsh, which is something we like. There's also
going to be some really weird industrial sounding guitars. And it's a bit new wavier.
Oh, and we've just finished a song that sounds exactly like The Grateful Dead.”
So the new Ponytail record will sound like minimal 80s techno with Fleetwood Mac's
lightness of touch, industrial guitars and a new wave take on The Grateful Dead. Fuck.
Avalon are from Tokyo,
but make the kind of whimsical sunstruck disco-pop we're more used to hearing from the
Frenchies and the Scandies. Some of
our favouritebloggies tipped them earlier this year and now their
debut full length, Labyrinth,
has dropped eastside. Our pals at the awesome Escalator Records told us we would love it and they were right. This album has
extended our summer by at least two months.