Those of you who are weak of heart, stomach, or spirit need not travel any further on this one. Ed Bangin‘ Frenchman SebastiAn is really plumbing the depths of taste with this new preview video for his upcoming LP Total (shockingly, his first actual LP despite making music since like 2005). For serious yo, this isn’t just NSFW, it’s not safe for anything. Welcome to the internet.
Watching it is like plugging into the Matrix, but instead of the Matrix it’s 4chan, and instead of that needle it’s just a giant cyborg penis repeatedly poking your brain matter. A mindfuck, I guess, would be the term there. I saw SebastiAn open for Daft Punk a few years back, and it was a decidedly more lighthearted affair than this. The music was dope though, and I bet Total will be too.
Meh. Right? I’m pretty sure I don’t care anymore. Another year, another boring Oscars with predictable results. Another waste of 3 hours of my life I could’ve spent doing worthwhile things, like the activity mentioned in the title or, y’know, anything else. Did I hate The King’s Speech? Not at all. Did I think it was the best movie of the year? Certainly not. Do I think any of the nominees were the best movie of the year? God no. Do I understand that that is what the Oscars stand for? Absolutely.
My favorite parts of last night were the moments where some of the people involved chose to point out the inherent ridiculousness of the situation, where hundreds of famous people gather in a big room to smell each other’s farts for a few hours. Special shout out to the legend Kirk Douglas for just generally being an old ass dude and fucking with everyone. Some people thought it was awkward, I found it hysterical. Also Spielberg for pointing out that some of the best movies of all time have been totally snubbed by the Academy.
Some thoughts. This is the blog for a clothing company, so I’d feel remiss not to include a little fashion commentary. Good year for red dresses. I thought Penelope Cruz, Sandra Bullock, Jennifer Lawrence, and Anne Hathaway all looked gorgeous. Way to go ladies. No one really shit the bed too bad, which was disappointing. Nicole Kidman I guess, that was pretty dumb and Keith Urban’s face is starting to look exactly like her face. Also, Mark Wahlberg’s wife always looks so angry, it’s unsettling.
The opening spoof thing was unfunny, except for the part where James Franco was the bear dude in True Grit. Medium-to-low lulz factor. I like Back To The Future as much as the next guy, but why now? Does not compute…. I like that Franco came out filming on his cellphone. Why the fuck not? If you can’t tell yet, I really hate the Oscars and basically am on board with any sort of subversion of it’s self importance. I guess I’m still stinging from all those ludicrous awards The Hurt Locker won last year (Best Original Screenplay? SERIOUSLY?).
All in all, the hosts were pretty blah. Not to say that I think others would’ve been much better. It’s just inherently boring. I like Anne Hathaway, and James Franco, but they were mostly absent. Franco’s good looks and natural charisma couldn’t even get a rise out of my girlfriend or gay best friend, who accompanied me on last nights voyage through various levels of aggressive mediocrity. I don’t even think a Banksy appearance could’ve saved it (though it would’ve helped).
Highlight of the evening was Trent Reznor winning an Oscar, because that’s just pretty fucking crazy. That was a good thing. Hologram Bob Hope: bad thing. David Seidler’s acceptance speech was my favorite of the evening. Very classy, and funny. Sorkin was good too. Was kind of hoping he was going to thank cocaine. Alas. Scott Rudin is such a baby, I can’t believe he didn’t show up just because he knew The Social Network was pretty much dead on arrival due to the loathsome yet commendable work of the Weinstein hype monster.
I sort of felt bad for David Fincher, but I guess this is karmic retribution for The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button. David, if you’re reading this (you’re not), everyone else might have forgotten about that cinematic shit-sandwich, but I sure didn’t. Some heavy hitters in the In Memoriam. Also, what the fuck was up with those kids singing at the end? I mean, they were fine, and everyone likes that song, but those tee shirts. Who thought that was a good idea? It looked so bush-league it was embarrassing. Why couldn’t they have put them all in funny little mini-tuxes?
Ummm, did anything else happen? Did anyone else notice that Tom Hooper looks exactly like circa 1995 James Cameron? Because he does. It’s weird. I guess Melissa Leo said “fuck” but who cares? To me, it sucked just as much as every other Oscars ceremony has, pretty much for as long as I can remember. But honestly, I don’t have a better idea. Still can’t believe I didn’t watch the Knicks game…
Yorba Zergot spends a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. As the self appointed Sauron of Witch House, Zergot eagerly awaits the days that his minions of orcs will take over. His name alone is the stuff of legends. He exists as one of the movement’s longest running and most mysterious memes. Part ringleader, part arch-villain, Yorba’s internet persona can be a bit much, almost all the time.
His Facebook group LOS7 ▲NGLE55 has become the black lodge for 7h33 m4k3r5. This is where the real players come to let their hair down and share a joke or too. It is also the premiere showcase for new work and the launching pad for numerous new projects and collaborations. It is a consistent and constant reminder that Witch House is not a collection of artists who want to sound like Salem and oOoOO, but an assortment of people who just don’t quite fit in anywhere else. It is the musical and cultural island of forgotten toys. Yorba’s affection for David Lynch, David Cronenberg and assorted other creative David’s has arguably influenced the aesthetic of the art form to a fairly large degree.
Then why is it no one talks about his music? As Fauxmusica, Zergot has been putting out music pretty much since the genre’s inception. Just ask him, and he’ll tell you. A simple look through the press kit of Fauxmusica and one often wonders what is true and what is just pure P.T. Barnum-styled Chaos Magick. Although it infuriates some, this is what this is all about. Chaos and Panic are core ingredients in a scene so sigil crazy. This isn’t just hipster hieroglyphs, it is a call to arms for thee psykick revolution.
Musically, Fauxmusica can be a tough listen at times. Noisy and often formless, it is a true representation of the artist. We all know that doesn’t always fill stadiums, though. Still, when the free jazz spirit of Yorba Zergot’s mania works it can actually be pretty breathtaking. His new project and mixtape, entitled ⁂✴⁂ (Sacred Star) is the culmination of all of his efforts, and it has finally paid off. Ep1c in stature it flows like a Mothers of Invention album, dipping its gangrenous toes in all sorts of mucky music. Part of what makes it work is that this time Zergot enlisted some of his fellow warriors to reinterpret some of his better tracks. This gives the album a startling depth and flow that pretty much blew this listener away on first listen.
The fact remains, Yorba is either a full blown psychopath or a master conjurer of chaos. It is often hard to discern his true intentions, but something tells me that there’s a genuine heart lying inside his esoteric scarecrow schtick.
It appears the list of Мишка tattoos just continues to grow as we welcome Jeff Kennedy to the ever-growing club. Jeff sent us in a picture of his fresh death adders tat and god damn does it look boss. Normally most people seem to be getting the Keep Watch eyeball or a variation of Cyco Simon which are all fine but the bear is much sicker in my opinion. Who wouldn’t want a bear on their skin forever? Clearly Jeff agrees with me as he will be protected by the death adder for the rest of his life.
You guys just know how to humble us it seems and you’d think we’d get bored by seeing everyone’s Мишка tats but it’s just the opposite. So keep it up nerds because we will always welcome new tatters from the world of Мишка as long as your parents don’t send us hate mail!
Here’s an awesome little treat and a nice lead up to the B.K. Scum show we’ll be holding at our shop on Friday, March 4th.Dust La Rock had a large chunk of his Genesis P-Orridge collection shot last week by Patrick Rood AKA The Captain who also runs In Your Closet with his girl. This is incredibly impressive and spans decades worth of stuff from records, zines and t-shirts!
One of these days I’m going to sneak into Dust’s home and just go through it all with my grubby little hands. But in the meantime we can all just marvel at it via these pictures. Head after the break for a full gallery of shots.
Remember when Gothic used to be dangerous music? Frighteningly dark and depressing music that made your parents uneasy? Perhaps the worst crime of the 1990’s was the marketing of tepid industrial and nü metal to the baggy bondage pant wearing boneheads masquerading as goths. Mushy‘s Faded Heart is a welcome return to that mysterious shadowland that defined the vintage 1980‘s darkwave. Faded Heart reminds us that this music is supposed to be pale and anorexic.
As a musician, Valentina Mushy has definitely matured with this release. Although warmer than most modern industrial (this isn’t Witch House by any means,) Mushy’s sound still had that stark minimal electronic edge that prevails in this new generation. This time around, the foreboding synths still abound but this time they are tempered by acoustic instrumentation that saturates everything in a damp Velvet’s haze. Dull beats throb throughout the entire record, as electronics weave themselves around Manson family guitar’s and Southern Death Cult strings. Better still, the vocals are tranquil and haunting. Like Dead Can Dance on a Belladonna trip they are equal parts Black Metal and Baroque Pop. If I were fifteen again, this album would sit proudly in my stack, somewhere between copies of 13:13 and Song and Legend. This is serious red light bedroom music. Clove cigarettes and sandalwood.
As this current Grave Wave struggles for legitimacy, this is just the kind of music it needs. Music that draws from the past without sounding tributary or dated. Faded Heart is just that.What places Valentina Mushy at the apex of what’s happening now is an intricate knowledge of her influences and a powerful, yet graceful control of her muse.
Fantastic song from Psychic Reality’s forthcoming debut Vibrant Age via No Not Fun records. A lil’ bit of 90′s, a lil’ bit of 80′s synthpop and some trippy psych all spell an incredibly dreamy track with a matching video from Ben Shearn.
Barrett Richards is a man of many monikers (predominantly known as the Partier Like Us, B. Rich), however none fits him better than Kastle – his latest venture that has taken him quickly to the top tier of the Funky Bass sound. This project is deeply rooted in soulful, low-end-centered, forward thinking dubstep that challenges all previous notions of the genre’s boundaries.
As a producer, Kastle breathes new life into the scene by rehashing on classic professions and platforms. Specifically, Kastle elegantly combines elements of R&B, Drum & Bass, 2 Step, and even Ghetto Tech. His debut single “Better Off Alone”, found a release from Starkey’s Seclusiasis imprint last July – and the producer hasn’t looked back since. Below you can find his track, “Better Off Alone”.
Now I’ve been hip to the dude for a minute now, not only because we share a hometown (the lovely city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) – but I’ve been locked onto his sound since coming across his superb remix of Sade’s “Solider of Love” early last year. (Click here to download) Furthermore, you Bloglins should be up to date on his forthcoming release, The Time Traveler EP, after Rx’s stellar review last week.
Now you may have read the review, but to get a real taste of Kastle’s vibe – one needs a sampler. So, without further ado… get your groove on with the player below which provides you suckas a full stream of the EP!
So yes, I am here to spoil yinz of all things Kastle – you figured me out. Well not only do I have some nods to some of his best work (hint: this badass mix for Media Contender & seriousss mixup for Kick Out The Jam Radio), but I was lucky enough to catch Kastle for a quick Q&A amongst all his jetsetting.. below you can find all you need to know about this freshly promising producer (and them some). Oh and he was kind enough to share some exclusive tracks with us, as well! Big up yourself, Mr. Richards!
Hey Kastle, introduce yourself.
Hello, my name is Barrett aka Kastle and I write soulful dance music with a bit of an emphasis on bass.
So you’re based in Pittsburgh, right? What’s your view on that scene and how has it shaped your own development?
Yes… born and raised in the black and yellow. Pittsburgh is definitely where I grew as an artist and DJ for many years… I started playing raves in the late 90s/early 00s, so regardless of what kind of music it was… those years of experience performing as a DJ and in the studio as an artist have definitely payed off.
You’ve been at it for quite awhile, could you go on about how you got started making music?
I got into writing electronic music around ’95. I was really big into Moby back then and pretty much any electronic/rave music I could find on the internet. Lots of Aphex Twin, Squarepusher, Acen, etc. I was really young (around 12 years old) so obviously going to a rave was out of the question. I read an interview with Moby about how he produced and it sounded like something I wanted to try. I got my hands on a mod tracker and just went to town.
I have literally been seeing your name all over the internet, can you remark on your experiences of last year and how well you’ve been received?
Man… I couldn’t be more happy with the reaction I’ve received. When I started the whole Kastle thing… nobody heard it for awhile, they were just some personal songs that I just kind of wanted to do and see what happened. I didn’t really announce the project until Jan 2010 but it had been in the works for much longer than that. But since then the response has been huge, lots of support all over and it seems like people get it. It’s just been really refreshing to do something personal and put myself out there and for it all to just click.
I know you just got back from touring abroad, can you elaborate on your experiences?
Yes, I just got back from a massive month and a half world tour. The majority of the shows were for my other project (B. Rich), but I did some select Kastle dates in Loughborough UK, Perth Australia and Auckland NZ. What a trip it was.. got home just in time for Christmas!
What kind of insight can be made from the response you receive in Europe as compared to North America?
Honestly the response is quite often the same…. and I think the word I hear the most, regarding my sets, is “refreshing” — a lot of clubs are sort of being overtaken by the really aggressive side of dance music right now, so I think when I’m thrown in the middle of it all it can certainly be a breathe of fresh air.
Your sound under Kastle heavily emits your devotion for R&B – your remix roster features a lineup of Kanye, Cassie, Brandy, and even Sade – which artists do you consider to be the most influential in encouraging your love for that sound?
Yes I’ve loved r&b, soul and funk music ever since I was a little kid, as long as I can remember even. The first song that really struck me was Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit” and anything in that era with that electro/funk sound, like Zapp & Roger. It was all electronic music but it still had that fluidity to it… it breathed, you know? It was alive. That is absolutely 100% the vibe I try and capture.
Can you share what you’ve been listening to at the moment? / Which current artists do you find to be the most inspiring?
I listen to all sorts of music at home, from 50s ratpack type stuff, to crazy fusion jazz stuff to hip hop. Been listening to the new James Blake, Nicolas Jaar and Radiohead albums a lot at the moment. Miles Davis’ ‘Kind of Blue’ has recently become my touring remedy when I need a timeout in my hotel room to unwind and refresh myself.
Could you share your top 10/15/20 releases of 2010?
There was SO much good music in 2010. But here are some of my highlights:
James Blake – CMYK EP (R&S)
Starkey – Ear Drums & Black Holes (Planet Mu)
Dark Sky’s Reflex EP (Picture Music) (and pretty much all Dark Sky for that matter)
Fantastic Mr Fox’s Evelyn EP (Black Acre)
Guido – Mad Sax (Punch Drunk)
All Night Slugs releases
Mount Kimbie – Crooks & Lovers (Hotflush)
Jamie Woon – Night Air (Candent Songs)
Brenmar’s Discobelle EP
Ramadanman & Midland – Your Words Matter (Aus Music)
Deadboy – If U Want Me (Numbers)
Space Dimension Controller – Kaleidoscopic Ecstasy (R&S)
I’m just gonna end there I could keep going on all day…
Which artists do you consider to be the genre torchbearers at the moment and moving into the future?
James Blake, Dark Sky, Distal, Starkey, HxdB, Fantastic Mr Fox, Egyptrixx, and Jamie XX have all been doing very brilliant things!
If you were given the go-ahead to collaborate with any artist, regardless of genre, who would be your number one pick?
Probably Moby, since he is the reason I am writing in the first place.
What can we expect from Kastle in the upcoming future? Releases, projects, and tours..
Well if you are going to be at SXSW & Miami Ultra Week you can’t miss me.. I’ll be at the AM Only SXSW showcase, then I head out to LA real quick for the Beyond Wonderland festival. Then straight to Miami for Ultra Week and I’ll be playing the Smog party, the Hospital Records show and you can find my alter-ego at the T&B / Party Like Us show. Before all of that on March 7th I’ll be in New Orleans for Mardi Gras weekend at Zoolu 17 at the Contemporary Arts Center with my dude 12th Planet, along with Tiesto, Bart B More and more.
My debut EP drops in the spring on Seclusiasis. It is entitled ‘Time Traveler EP’ and the digital release is 6 tracks, vinyl release has 4 tracks. Also be on the looking for a remix of Pixelord coming out on Car Crash Set, a Kill The Noise remix on the mighty Slow Roast, and lots other production work that I can’t even really speak about right now. You can check sneak peaks of all my upcoming tunes at http://www.soundcloud.com/kastle
As far as tours… I am sure you will see something later this year!
What kind of treats do you have for us today? Could you give us a little introduction for them?
Awhile ago I came across this DJ Jonty edit of a track by The Dream, and I guess I just felt like expanding on it a little bit and giving it more of a juke vibe, and I use it often to sort of transition into dubstep towards the end of it. Hence the title ‘edit of an edit’. I’ve also got this Beyonce bootleg exclusively for you guys, and its on a super chill tip. But at the right moment in the club… it can totally work.
Our G-13 Belt is a sure hit for those of you who love pot and want to make sure that everyone knows it. It either comes with green leaves on bone or magenta cush on black. I know that pot’s the most popular drug so this belt should be quite a hit. (Don’t tell me about alcohol, tobacco and caffeine. They aren’t drugs! Shut up, shut up, shut up.)
Sometimes it feels like everyone loves Tee-Aych-Cee except Tee-Aych-Me. I’ve seen all the Friday movies and the Harold and Kumars and I want to have a good movie-style marijuana high so bad but it never happens. Someone passes me their pipe, joint or soda can with the holes punched in it and I think,”Oh boy, this is going to feel nice like slipping into a warm bath.” But it always ends up feeling like I’m having a heart attack inside a washing machine. I immediately start coughing and don’t stop. Then I get tingly for a second and then this avalanche of horror goes into full rinse cycle. WOOSHWOOSHWOOSH! I become hyper-conscious of my heart rate, I become hungry and then as I fall asleep my last waking thoughts are always,”I hate and do not trust these people around me.”
I usually pass out while looking around the room to see which of the objects would best be used to bash my guests or host. I already feel I’m the awkward jerk that no one wants around when I’m at a place and marijuana just bathes me in self-consciousness. I tend to enjoy alcohol and uppers, the social fun drugs that make you smarter, friendlier and sometimes a better dancer. Yet once or twice a year, someone will pass me pot and I’ll think,”This time it’s going to be fun.” and for me it never is. I suspect it’s because people breed their pot to be too strong. “Yo, I got that hydro.” and shit like. “This shit will get you FUCKED UP.” Everyone’s so proud of the destructive power of their pot. Did you know that marijuana is typically ten times stronger now than it was in the early seventies?
It’s made of canvas and leather and has a brass buckle, and if I liked pot I would wear this belt.
— Мишка LA
1547 Echo Park Ave
Los Angeles, CA
I have passed the halfway point. Bittersweet. The Nic Cage dreams have started to become recurring. Troubling? Not yet. Gimme a few more weeks. Some of my favorites came this week. Some real nostalgia bombs. Also some ones I was dreading. Comparatively dreading. I found myself pleasantly surprised though, which I’ve found happens more and more often. Save for 1 or 2, I really haven’t disliked any of the first 35. I honestly can’t tell whether that’s because they’re all pretty good, or if I’ve somehow developed an immunity to disliking Nic Cage. At this point, he seems like an old friend or something. Is that weird? Let’s review.
Day 29: Face/Off (1997) – Dir. John Woo
It’s a movie. A high budget, successful movie. Where they cut a guy’s face off. And put it on another guy’s face. And I love it. Definitely John Woo’s best work. So many doves. Cage and Travolta are both fantastic. Cage goes super hard in the beginning of the film, when he’s still Castor Troy. When he asks the flight attendant to suck his tongue. So glorious. But when they switch, that’s when shit gets really real. They really do play each other terrifically. Almost to the point where it actually seems as though each is inhabiting the other’s body. Plus, there’s like a whole futuristic prison movie thrown in the middle. And a boat chase. And Cage on a shitload of drugs.
Day 30: City Of Angels (1998) – Dir. Brad Silberling
This was definitely one of the movies that I was…well, let’s say, less than psyched about watching. Never been a huge Meg Ryan guy, and I definitely have bad memories about that goddamn Goo Goo Dolls song. But, y’know, it wasn’t all bad really. I just like to think of it as some sort of documentary, with Nic Cage going around doing all his angelic duties and whatnot. Then Dennis Franz gets naked and that’s sort of a low point. It also has one of the dumbest deaths I’ve seen in a movie in a long time. Meg Ryan just rides her bike into a truck. Like, it’s not even moving. She just spaces out and hits it and dies. Then Nic Cage eats a pear. For the first time ever!
Day 31: Snake Eyes (1998) – Dir. Brian De Palma
Boy howdy the opening 15 minutes of this movie is fucking awesome. It’s an uninterrupted shot following Cage’s crooked Atlantic City cop Rick Santoro (“I’m RICKY!”) as he parades through a casino in the leadup to a boxing match, beating up lowlifes for money, yelling at the fighters, placing irresponsible bets, juggling his wife and mistress, and generally acting like a wonderful shithead. Cage plays airheaded but determined very well. The whole movie is good actually until, as my friend so eloquently put it, “the last 20 or 30 minutes spray poop all over your brain.” Which is pretty true. But it’s got young super-hot Carla Gugino as well as a reptilian intense Gary Sinise. Cage gets beat the shit out of and has a humorously swollen face.
Day 32: 8mm (1999) – Dir. Joel Schumacher
If this movie were 30 minutes shorter it would be a lot better. Schumacher’s bloated (what a surprise, coming from him…) tale of a PI’s descent into the dark world of hardcore porn and snuff is not as bad as people make it out to be. This is definitely a minimal Cage performance, but he handles it well. James Gandolfini, Joaquin Phoenix, and Chris Bauer (in a tiny role) are all really good though.
It’s always nice to see Gandolfini play someone who isn’t Tony Soprano. In a weird twist, it’s also got a small cameo from Norman Reedus, who will later go on to star in John Carpenter’s Cigarette Burns, which is an almost ludicrously identical twin to 8mm. It’s got a good soundtrack too. “Come To Daddy” plays over the climactic scene. Nice.
Day 33: Bringing Out The Dead (1999) – Dir. Martin Scorsese
I’ve always said that Sweet Smell Of Success is the best New York movie ever, and I’ll stand by that, but seeing Bringing Out The Dead again reminded me how close to the top of that list, and how stunningly underrated and under-watched, it is. Scorsese’s hallucinatory portrait of nighttime in his city through the eyes of it’s EMT’s is incredible. The performances are great across the board, from the reliably amazing (Cage, John Goodman, Ving Rhames) to the surprising (Marc Anthony, Cliff Curtis), and the just plain deranged (Tom Sizemore. Duh.). Three scenes in particular stand out as just un-fuck-with-able.
First: Cage and Goodman fail to save a young homeless immigrant girl on the street who has a heart attack in the middle of a snowstorm. Scorsese shot it with the actors moving in reverse, then played it in reverse, so the snow flies up from the ground and foggy breath pulls into peoples lungs. Stunning. Second: Cage and the bloodied, insane Noel (Anthony) try to save a young gang member (Michael K Williams) who’s bleeding out in the back of the ambulance. Finally: Cage holds onto a delirious drug dealer (Curtis) and they look out over the screaming, dirty city as firemen use a welder to try to free him from the balcony railing he is impaled on. The sparks slowly turn into violent fireworks over the black metropolis. Love this movie.
Day 34: Gone In 60 Seconds (2000) – Dir. Dominic Sena
Pretty much just not a lot going on here. There’s like 25 people with actual roles in this movie but it feels kind of completely empty. Cage really does nothing, though his name is Memphis Raines so that’s pretty good. It just kind of…sucks I guess. Angelina’s in it for like 15 minutes maybe, which I don’t remember being the case. Giovanni Ribisi has like the dumbest accent ever it’s crazy. Chi McBride and Delroy Lindo are alright. Christopher Eccleston’s villain is obsessed with wood. Vinnie Jones doesn’t talk. Scott Caan has mutton chops. See? Everyone’s in this movie. Guess they tried to recapture that Con Air magic but…definitely did not work out that way. Cage, this one’s your Eleanor.
Day 35: The Family Man (2000) – Dir. Brett Ratner
Cage does It’s A Wonderful Life. I suppose I can deal with that. Inexplicably directed by Brett Ratner, The Family Man ain’t all that shitty. Well, it’s kinda shitty. Cage is actually good though, I swear. When his billionaire character suddenly finds himself living the life of a middle class suburban father, the movie doesn’t pull any punches with his disappointment, which is refreshing. He fully tries to abandon his family which was sort of funny. Also funny, he spends the whole movie bonding with his daughter in the alterna-world or whatever, but then when he gets back to the real world the kids are never mentioned or implied to even exist. Like, are those kids dead now? That always bothered me at the end of Jumanji as well, when the kids don’t recognize Robin Williams. Let downs yo.
So, here we are, 5 weeks later, 5 weeks older. Perhaps 5 weeks wiser? We’ll see. Adaptation. next week. Yay! It’s hard to tell whether this process is going faster or slower than I thought it would. It sure is going though.