Here's a bright new banger from QTM. The picture above is his grandmother's beach house, which served as a source of influence for this groovy track.MP3 :: QTM - Wooden Jetty
Here's a bright new banger from QTM. The picture above is his grandmother's beach house, which served as a source of influence for this groovy track.
The awesome music that comes out of Eau Claire is the only reason I remember that Wisconsin exists half the time. This new jam from Moro starts off in a heavily meditative state of ambiance that quickly erodes into glitched out happy beats with choral-style vocals. Keep your eyes peeled for more via Two Michael Jordans soon.
Here's some gritty new southern swag from Waylon Thornton and the Heavy Hands. Always loud; always in your face; always in my heart. The duo's next album, Melted Rings, is due sometime this Spring.
"Bromley & Ishii are both assorted house dj/producer's from Toronto. Fuckin' and Lovin' since 1986." I'm gonna be bumping this mix all weekend. Party to this shit y'all.
Debacle goes hard y'all. Really fucking hard. Two sick drone drops in a day is enough to leave anyone reeling, and Konntinent's Down With Candy is easily an early contender for my favorite albums list. A lot of artists are creating stargaze jams, but I think few manage to keep it as gritty as Konntinent. This is another one recorded as a live take, though I think it went through a more thorough editing process. All I know is I'm kinda dying to see this dude live now.
Expo '70 is a combination of metal and drone that leaves me weak in the knees, begging for more. Blackout captures two live shows in NY from last October, and the album title comes from the duo blacking out at an anti-CMJ show. That, ladies and gents, is how rock and roll is done. Big ups to Debacle Records for putting out such a wonderful vibe.
I love the minimalism of this dance number from World War, not to mention how beautiful her voice is. The track takes self-destructive vocals and passes them through a filter of pop bliss, leaving you almost none the wiser. All I've got for you here is a demo of the track "Trouble", but you can check out various other tracks over at her website if you're into it.
Total Warr has a track on an upcoming Kitsune compilation and are working on a new LP that they promise will be done soon. In the meantime they've provided us with this pleading little jam that features the vocal talents of Little.
Bong Rodent is crafting some of the grimiest, nastiest jams I've heard in a while. The tracks seamlessly blend shoegaze and dismantled hip-hop beats in astounding ways. I feel like I'm walking around in Dali's Disintegration of the Persistance of Memory. I'ma be on this shit for days and daze.
One of our favorite pals, Teen Daze, has stepped into the label race. Cultus Vibes is a digital only label with all free releases. Jamison says the idea isn't to make money, but to help provide a good launching point for artists he and his friends love. The first release drops February 1 and is a digital 7" from Teen Daze himself. Go ahead and peek at the a-side below.
You possibly know our boy Andy Johnson from his killer blog Sick of the Radio. Now take a minute to get to know him as Tony Bonanza. Yesterday I mentioned how in my dreams Star Wars is soundtracked by Dylan Ettinger, but I think we'll give Dagobah to Andy after hearing this EP. Strap into your X-wing for some swampy space grooves pouring hard out of the 80s.
Atlanta's The Electric Nature has the psychedelic drone & garage tip on lock. The dude has released three free albums this month, and each one is just as worth listening to as the next. Space Face takes you on an industrial cruise line through astral caverns sparkling with fool's gold and amethyst; Ocean Portal Waveform uses tape splicing and mellow instrumentation to create soothing, sometimes harsh atmospheres; and Forest Portal Tapestry really kicks in with scuzzy garage bangers amongst slow-pedaled drones. If these three aren't enough for you (they weren't for me) then keep your eyes peeled for an upcoming tape release on Mind Awake Body Asleep as well.
FMLY, my slightly older sister in the blog world that always has my back, just announced a couple of days ago that they will be opening up the first FMLY Mansion, complete with its own bike co-opp, a rooftop garden, and music and other relevant workshops. Now I have something more to look forward to when I move to LA later this year. If you want to be involved as well, just hit 'em up style at fmlymansionproject@thefmly.com. FMLY Mansion can't happen without you!
I am so in love with Purity Ring. The brilliant duo of Corin Roddick and Megan James have quickly ascended in my list of Canadian pop projects out to prove that they know pop better than anyone. I'm inclined to think they do with relentlessly sunshine vocals spelling out darker scenes than you would imagine on top of glitched out future beats and whirs. Now I just need a much bigger room to dance in. And a silver tracksuit.
Transparent keeps the kits coming with Keep Shelly In Athens. This banger was premiered yesterday by Gorilla vs. Bear and has kept my head spinning. The track takes off in so many various directions, but one thing stays clear: this is a pop track worth dancing all night to. Pre-order the 7" via them nonstop killing it boys over at Transparent.
QTM has me sailing through the stars on that resin/kief blend. Fire one up before you fire it up, and this track is definitely built for headphones.
Dreamgoatz describe their glitchy pop gems as cosmic death and murderachi. You should love them just for that. Planet of the Dinosaurs is part one of a three-part concept album series based around the following plotline: Our sordid pals Backwoods Baglady, Knot They're, eeeeeeee and Jah Bork (and an undulating mass of junk pop) visit a series of pretentiously cucurbitacious planetoids orbiting a Corpulent, Corporate Teenage Santa Klaus within the Swing Saw Solar System.
Behold! as the Dre' G'z discover the Ancients of Life, Opportunity, Sadness Molasses, Ineffable Intonations, Stagnant Flesh, Glad Vag, Videotape Slizz, Etc.
Gasp! in hushed tones at the mere experiences related in garishly 80's movie montage form: Jah Bork sneezes in revelry! Knot They're dispatches the Phantom Slownus with a vorpal blade! Baglady falls down a flight of nebulae, behind the stale guffaws of a failed sitcom's laugh track! and more!
White Moon homies Voyageurs just sent over their stony new EP, Alien Iverson. It's psych-heavy brilliance all the way through, starting with the name. This is one is definitely going on permanent play.
Maymok's slow-building loop-based beats create the perfect textures to create your dreamscapes. Everything is placed with purpose, allowing time to embellish and then warp the details. Imagine dreams stacked on dreams; all of them ethereal, all of them bright. Grab the Praxell tape over here via Two Michael Jordans.
The latest cartridge of chrome reel tape and plastic from Minneapolis' Moon Glyph Records enshrines the most recent outpouring from Ghostband, aka prolific local staple Jon Davis who, as far as I can tell, plays in a respectable percentage of the cities bands. These tracks are a synth and beat driven meditation on rhythm, primitive compared with anything it shares any aesthetic similarities with, but profoundly compelling in its orchestration. I'd call Ghostband a working class Daft Punk; half the budget, twice the vision, and at least as danceable. Buy it here, on the cheap.


Hey Friend, I'm sure by now you've heard of this cool new enigmatic underground indie-electro producer: Y2Kid. Born in the 80's, and raised in the 90's, this bold new musical, and cultural blessing keeps it totally 100%. Though technically alive for years beforehand, Y2Kid did not become universally conscious until the dawn of the new Willenium. Almost immediately, the overwhelming power and responsibility of conveying the mood of a generation fell into this young prophet's lap. With only mere months left before the apocalypse, this wise young artist is finally releasing, in small amounts so as not to overwhelm the public, the masterworks of his short tormented life. Please, when listening to Y2Kid, exercise responsibility and moderation to avoid a prolonged state of awe.







New Age Outlaws by Dylan Ettinger“Lights” he mumbled. The filthy fluorescent bulb overhead buzzed and failed to come to life. The dimmers on his windows were fried and the headlights of passing hovercars and mobile ads danced seductively across the walls and ceiling of his dreary room. The place smelled like dank cardboard; stale, synthetic cheese and skunked beer.He rustled through a pile of empty bottles and takeout boxes, pulled out his spare pad and plugged in his goggles as he collapsed into his old recliner. His newer, faster computer had been destroyed in the chase. He hadn't logged on all day and was getting anxious. On his first attempt to log in to the network, red letters burned against the back-lit projection screen, flashing between indecipherable Chinese characters and English. EMPLOYMENT TERMINATED. “Fuck me,” he groaned. Gordon smashed his pad against the table, cracking the display. A dull, red light still flickered from what remained of the shattered screen.
































