Wednesday, 31 March 2010

meteoric rainbow


Richard D'Alpert and Andrew Claristidge aka Acid Washed are proving adept at building tension on the dancefloor. Coiled-up compacts that open up like lilies, floating downstream directly into your cerebral cortex. Once there, the fireworks start, instigating grins and high-fives all round as the groove embraces you like a long-lost friend. Smiles secreted and numbers get scrawled hastily. Their eponymous debut LP came into this week via birthday boys and girls, Record Makers. It's one long party. And it's just getting started.

Somewhere on the rainbow-scattered horizon,
you can make out their reference points,
the joint below brings to mind a moustachioed Italian 69.

Acid Washed - Change





///buy the album in the Record Makers store
//buy the album on iTunes

Monday, 29 March 2010

take me where i long to be



The victory lap for Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix swings by London tonight.
I'm going to wave the Versaillais off as they head off stateside
for much deserved fêting and Coachella.
As far as pop bands go, they have reached a pinnacle
Through self-assurance.

The above video is one of my favourites,
Merci to FC for showing it me.

Turzi take Wolfgang's throbbing heart. Fragile and delicate, drifting down the avenue. The snowball was gaining momentum anyway, but Turzi blend in their own brand of avalanche-making kraut. If the Phoenix album is a sugar high, this is a camembert food-coma.


Sunday, 28 March 2010

colour your life


Waiting in the studio car park, I stuck Twin Sister's latest on.
It was dark and nobody else was around. Everybody else was late.

'Car stereos are perfect for stereo effects'.

I thought to myself.

I could have waited for hours. I drifted off into somewhere between the desert and the disco, dancing on telephone wires made of out of dry ice. Atmosphere and tension seep out of every second, menacingly tender and naked. The star turns tend to come from the aptly named Andrea Estrella (star en espagnol kids), her vocal pirouettes gliding, sliding around on a dirty, feedback-fur rug. It will drag you down in the most delightful way.


Drawing you into a world, sculpted from moments held onto a fraction too long, emerging unsteady into the daylight. Found lying on the floor, scattered, fractured and dreamy. Sent on journeys blindfolded back through time then returning through old, musty airwaves adjusted on wireless dials. Jittering forth, sometimes sepia-tinged, other times covered in glitter, gold, sweltering in the heat of the sun and the dancefloor where feline glances quick-fire like a dizzying shoot-out at dawn.

The six-track EP, out on Infinite Best, is mostly muddied gloriously.
Only the final track, Phenomenons sounds clean and fresh from the shower.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

boogity boogity boogity


Los Massieras have emerged into the light with a debut 12" that fulfils every hope that pops into your mind when you read the sign marked 'Boogity Boogity Boogity'. Jumping headlong into deranged disco, the whole thing drags you down to the floor where you'll be throwing shapes you always knew you had, but struggled to find. The constant focal point of the track is a lick that's like the party that's been going on for days and days, meme years, that you have no hope of ever leaving. Relent and you'll find the most composed element comes from the guitar, masterfully making its way through the bleeps that litter the corridor, the drunks blocking the stairs, before reaching the apex, checking it's hair in the mirror, lighting up and flying off into the sunset. Not bad work from Hugo Capablancas and David Ducarage (of the now defunct Sex in Dallas).

Los Massieras - Boogity Boogity Boogity






Of their mix for THE FADER, I cannot highly recommend the supernoodling that commences around the 32 minute mark. Buy the damn thing from Discoteca Oceana now.

Monday, 22 March 2010

pyramid picasso


Django Django continue to plough their own unique furrow with new single, Wor . Their brand of happy-go-lucky off-ball pop gets sent to the desert and back. The result: air-raid sirens and skulking Western vibes that transmit the sound of a group firmly lodged in their own space, somewhere between El Paso, ancient Egypt and Dalston. Join them if you like, the ominous mixture of trepidation and reassurance is agreeable. Mosey on over to their big cartel to pick up the full camel-ride on vinyl.

Django Django - Wor






Wednesday, 17 March 2010

zombie telecom


Kavinsky returns. With a star-studded cast. Guy-Manuel is back producing for Record Makers again but the dream team doesn't stop there. The zombie called in Lovefoxxx to duet on Nightcall. On mixing duties is none other than SebastiAN. Remixes come from the true electro pioneer of the last decade, Jackson, and the mysterious newcomer. Dustin NGuyen.

The aforementioned collab-fest is a departure in terms of sound for Vinco. Sultry undertones emanate from Nightcall from the moment the quarter drops in the payphone. You're whisked into a lush world, not too dissimilar to the universe inhabited by Sébastien Tellier on Sexuality. The difference is a subtle one, but nonetheless telling, zombie foreboding oozing out at every corner. Lovefoxxx brings out a warmth in Kavinsky that you never knew was there.

Nightcall by Kavinsky

Pacific Coast Highway is a classic Kavinsky vignette, a zombie-ghostcar chase. The voiceover segues in and out as his trademark, rich arpeggiated sound develops the mood. A stylish menace that you can't take your eyes off. You keep looking, only to find what you thought you were looking at has vanished. Into thin air. Hoodwink.


//get your limited edition picturedisc from the Record Makers shop.
///get your iTunes pre-order on.
//don't download the Breakbot remix on the blogs. that shit ain't mastered.
More on the remixes another time. Jackson is leading my remix of the year poll.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

win a trip to Paris.



A thousand apologies for the relative infrequence of my posting lately. I've been busy in the UK branch of Record Makers (autrement dit ma chambre) plotting like a motherfucker. It's the 10th anniversary of the label and boy have we got a lot in store. I'd extol the virtues of the label but I'd rather leave that to Thomas at Aufgemischt who does it rather well.

First up, there's a free iPhone game available for download from the Record Makers homepage. See the video above. Designed by Sam Vermette (iDaft), conceived by Mrzyk & Moriceau.

The idea behind the application is to provide the user with a surrealistic visual game, an exquisite corpse in the vein of French surrealism. The introduction theme comes courtesy of label figurehead, Sébastien Tellier, with Mr. Oizo on hand to provide the noises for this eccentric game of mix and match. Unreal graphics appear on your screen, that you can send to your friends at the touch of a button.

Spectacular prizes are on offer to those who find the winning combinations and send in photographic proof to Record Makers HQ. The entire discography is up for grabs, whilst every entry will be entered into a prize draw to win a trip for two to Paris in October including a week’s stay at Hotel L’Amour and an invite to Record Makers’ anniversary celebrations on 10/10/10.*

- The first 100 to send in one combination will receive 2 CDs / vinyls from the Record Makers discography.

- The first 50 to send in two combinations will receive 10 CDs / vinyls from the Record Makers discography.

- The first 10 to send in three combinations will receive the entire Record Makers discography.

Players only permitted one entry.


So yeah, get on your iPhone or iPod Touch now and win a trip to Paris.
Those without iPhones or iPods, console yourself with this fine derriere, a beautiful video for Sebastien Tellier's Look. The whole thing is available for download from the Record Makers homepage.



Friday, 5 March 2010

forever on the shelf


The wakeup call you didn't pick up. Bleary-eyed, sun dancing on the grass in the park. I'm dragging my weary limbs through the motions, like a moth crawling towards torchlight. I don't take my headphones because I'm going to swim. I'd only get them wet or covered in changing room dirt water. I don't need them when I can think of this.

Refreshing and shivery, it's nice sometimes to spend the first few hours of a day without saying a single word to anyone. Apart from the necessary at-the-counter chat that really doesn't matter. Worries aren't really worries until you have to put them into words.

King Post Kitsch - Fante's Last Stand





This track by King Post Kitsch is an elixir of sorts for uncaring mornings where the space in between your ears is all you need. Head on over to bandcamp where you can download an EP in whatever format you possibly desire. All the tracks cover you in this warm, steady embrace before embellishments hint at a certain groove, not fully developed yet. Needless to say I can't wait for this kid to let his hair down.

Monday, 1 March 2010

insert title here

Mount Kimbie have been on my radar for quite, some, time. Glistening CDRs shoved in my car stereo by the drummer boy, ears pricked up and covered in all manner of fairydust. Now managed by the same team behind Crystal Fighters and Anna Calvi, I'm positive it'll be their decade. Hoisted into the sky by David Renshaw, this remix marks the return of 2008's furious pretenders, Foals. Swan over to foals.co.uk for the video and the classic email-for-download handover.



Foals - Spanish Sahara (Mount Kimbie Remix) by BoringByTheSea