Showing posts with label psych. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psych. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Seattle Slewing It

Montreal-based turntablist and producer Kid Koala (born Eric San) is the type of artist you can expect to take some formidably playful risks. Known for his virtuoso skills scratching and mixing on the wheels of steel, back in 1996 he was the first musician in North America signed to the U.K.'s boundary-busting label Ninja Tunes. Arriving in the wake of a fantastic mixtape, San's debut hip-hop-jazz-funk crossover Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (Ninja Tunes, 2000), featured a video game and a surreal comic book he designed himself. For San, the creative impulse is dedicated to telling a compelling and unlikely story. Free for download at www.nufonia.com, The Slew's 100% — San's self-released fourth effort in collaboration with long time friend Dynomite D — continues this tradition.

San and Dynomite (born Dylan Frombach) had discussed collaborating on a full-length project ever since vibing together on a couple spacey jazz singles about a decade ago (peep their "Third World Lover"). Thus, when Frombach was enlisted by his cousin Jay Rowlands to produce the score for a feature documentary on elusive Seattle psych-rock recluse Jack Slew, he brought San along. That was four and a half years ago. The documentary has since fallen through, but the score evolved independently into a masterfully abrasive and chest-rumbling soundscape. "We wanted to do some Black Sabbath meets the Bomb Squad," San tells me, laughing.

Initially the loosely-defined "Black Squad" duo gathered concrete inspiration from Jack Slew's unreleased material — an ample body of work, thick with ferocious dusty breaks, bluesy vocals, and fuzzed-out riffs. Slew has a gravelly yet piercing voice that cuts right through the drums. He sings knowingly of freedom lost and the fragile sentiments of an ape trying to become a man. It's rich material that just begs for sampling. San and Frombach reassemble the parts to produce a fresh perspective on the dangerously free spirit of the outlaw. "We needed a car chase scene, and a jail break scene, and then we ran with it," says San. Indeed, the album roves widely and digs deep, concluding with the epic moral struggle of "A Battle of Heaven & Hell."

Despite a cinematic narrative akin to a rogue spaghetti western, The Slew nearly succumbs to the usual pitfalls faced by turntablist albums. In the aesthetic sphere of turntablism, the scratching and abrupt pattern changes can sound gluttonous and overtly technical, warping the sonic landscape into a show of narcissism. "On the one hand [100%] is super-psychedelic, loud, and banging," San explains. "On the other hand" — he laughs — "it's the most masochistic, purist turntable record I've ever made."

However, what saves the effort from sadism as well is that the Slew's hip-hop inspired pastiche takes cues from authentic recording techniques of early '70s rock. San and Frombach dove into their history books to study the methods for producing the screeching drums and sandblasted guitar riffs of that era. To really polish the coarsely hypnotic sound, they asked Mario Caldato Jr. — the engineering innovator behind the Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique (Capitol, 1989) among others — to master the effort. The result is an interweaving of pummeling breaks and wa-wa guitar nastiness fractured by effects modulations and the emboldened seams of mixing and scratching. And it hits loud.

Koala and Dynomite originally entertained the idea of performing 100% live with 14 turntables. Fortunately, they scrapped that idea in favor of working with Chris Ross and Myles Heskett, the former rhythm section of Australia's the Wolfmothers. Ross and Heskett play bass guitars, drums, and organ while Kid Koala and mad scientist partner P-Love (Paolo Kapunan) handle six turntables. San had to build "bass-proof, shock-proof turntables" to face the monster loudness that will ensue on the Slew's two-and-a-half-week North American tour. "We bought spring-loaded tone arms and made custom vinyl to cue faster, so we can just drop the needle and go," he says. "We are going to just cut loose."

also published in SFBG

Monday, June 1, 2009

Party Crimes : Pilooski's Black Hole Drums


Did you miss the Donuts Party last Saturday night featuring the dirty disco edit wizard Pilooski? The French based deejay made his only West Coast appearance--clouded in the spring fog of San Francisco and smoke machines of 103 Harriet's handsome basement gutter--for a night of cosmic travelin and blapping disco percussion. So if you did sleep on dude on the local tip, then unless you travel to / live in Europe, it might be a minute til he drops in on our wavelength again. My solution: go comb through the internet waves to enjoy some of them flipped inside out, baring the internal flesh like a dog's stanky horse food tooth, jams.

Pilooski gained fitting acclaim on the blogosphere and in underground jams the world over for his grainy cosmic edits of disco classics and surprising choices from the ranks of Elvis and Franki Valli. After releasing Dirty Space Disco in 2007, the beat conducta released a series of 12 inches off the deep crate digging label, Dirty Sound System. The collective just finished sifting through the nebulous depths of France's psychedelic grooves for a new volume of dank mind expansion.

If you're unfamiliar with Pilooski, I wrote a Sound Lesson on him a year ago. There might be some free shit still linked to it.

On a side note: I was more impressed with opener Derrick Love's galactic gamma-ray picks. Lucky enough for us locals, he spins the far out disco jams that give the genre a bold ass name at the monthly shaker Gemini Disco.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Live Cuts: The Windy Budos

Caught the Budos Band blast out their latest afro-soul powered set last night at the Independent. I wanted to experiment with some in crowd live recording on that mad clandestine level with my handheld. Fuck pictures, I got the imagery of sound baby.



Once "Los Barbudos", the bearded black haired members of all possible styles shortened their name to Budos after someone decided to shave off the face scruff. Well, now they thrive fully bearded again, funkifying the spectrum of afro rhythms and psychedelic melodies off the highly successful soul revival label, Daptone Records.

The eleven piece outfit (short on some brass this time) played a range of songs from their discography and new joints off the up and coming album. The sound journeyed through adrenaline charged dance numbers, springing horns and funky backbeat, to far out meditative jams serrated with electric keys laced upon an endless, hypnotizing bongo percussion.

While Budos enthusiastically thrives in pumping the dance floor full of sweaty grinding bodies, I found them strongest in their spacey experiment with psychedelified afro-funk. These tracks are definitely in debt to the original arrangements of Mulatu Astatke', Ehiophia's premiere jazz / funk virtuoso. They sway with the wind of the Mediterranean, soaking up the African sun, and finally washed over the dirty Summer waters of their home place, Staten Island New York.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Sanguine Sunday - Resolution (ep. 3)

We've been trying to orchestrate a podcast feed, but such a feat combined with the time consuming ventures in learning sound editing in logic, has postponed our new years mix so long that well, it's almost 2010 already. Granted it's only the middle of the month, what better day to throw out a mix on such a remarkable day that triumphs a call to action and resistance to petty delays and griping commitments to future goals (you know, making a legit podcast.)

Friends! I give you our resolution. Until the podcast comes, we shall harness the internet's maternal riches in its nourishing offer of zshare!



Let's get down to the program. In the spirit of the new horizon set forth by 2009, Honey Knuckles cuts up some soul collaborated proto-break tunes--putting emphasis on the afro-beat, disco, and krautrock sectors--with the resolution of improving his b-boy technique in the cypha'. And I (Z-Noooote) take the year of recession to reflect upon the magical quality of money. In resolving that it's time to either find a hustle or make some more cash money in recession times, or less ambitiously, just wondering about the poetics of the dollar bill, I find some inspiration in a collection of cross-genre dollar lamentations, on the grind motivations, and fuzzed out flows flipped up for my own purposes. Finally, Aisha rocks steady with some knowledge on the Oscar Grant protest in Oakland and the perennial abuse of police authority in the inner city. Let the chi flow!

Much resource is to be found in the rich history of music to help us make the resolute kind of resolution that will prove lasting. So peep that shit. And tell us about your transformations.

Download here.


Tracklist:

Honey Knuckles - Breakin' Breaks

Mark Ronson - God put a smile on your face feat. The Daptone Horns (Talk)
Lefties Soul Connection - Code 99 (Talk)
Dave Cortez with the Moon People - Happy Soul with a Hook
Sharon Jones - I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
The Pointer Sisters - Send him back (Piloosky Edit)
Ides of March - Aire of a good feeling
Gil Scott Heron - The bottle
Fela Kuti - Roforofo Fight
The Beginning of the End - Funky Nassau Pt. 1 & 2
Manu Dibango - Soul Makossa
Manu Dibango - Moni
Kraftwerk - The Robots
Holy Ghost - Hold On
Can - Vitamin C
Lowell Fulsom - Tramp
Eric B. & Rakim - Know the Ledge
The New Mastersounds - Land of Nod (Lack of Afro remix)
Maceo and the Macks - Soul Power 74
Red Astaire - Mambo El B-Boy
The Budos Band - The Proposition (Talk)
Cymande - Dove (Talk)

Z-Note - the Money Mix

Young-Holt Unlimited - Ain't There Something Money Can't Buy
Amral's Trinidad Cavaliers Steel Drum Orchestra - The World is a Ghetto
Bohannon - Save Their Souls
Demon Fuzz - I Put a Spell on You
Sly and the Family Stone - I Cannot Make It
Public Enemy - Shut 'Em Down (Pete Rock edit)
Common Sense - Soul by the Pound
Slum Village - Get Dis Money
Stevie Spacek - Let the Dollar Circulate
Billy Paul - Let the Dollar Circulate
The Sylvers - Stay Away From Me
Black Merda (w/ Linnie Walker) - People Let me Know
Eric B. and Rakim - Paid in Full (Coldcut edit)
Eddie Bo - The Thang (Part 2)
Eight Minutes - I Can't Get No Higher
Fatback Band - Goin' to See My Baby
James Brown - Give it Up or Turn it Loose (remix)
Run DMC - Hard Times
The Flying Lizards - Money



Big ups to Edgar at Words, Words, Words for providing a resonant response to the soul recession episode and kicking me to the Billie Paul's soulicious brain melter, Let the Dollar Circulate. Peep his bombastic, well versed journey through a rag-tag history of American soul recession music.

Endnote: to be improved in the beta stage --> mic levels, mixing skills, music knowledge, radio voice, suggestions?

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Album Review: RZA Loses Focus w/ Digisnacks

Last winter, New York's seminal Wu-Tang Clan dropped the highly debated 8 Diagrams, marking the fifth and perhaps final chronicle in their kung fu Hiphop mythology. Powerhouse members of the Clan, primarily Ghostface Killah and Raekwon, met widespread criticism and poor album sales with fingers pointed at their musical director and spiritual leader, Robert Diggs, known to most simply as RZA.

Devoted Wu-Tang connoisseurs shrugged their shoulders at Digg's unworkable sonic explorations, hoping that a second coming of RZA's alter-ego, Bobby Digital, the futuristic street hustler sage, would vindicate the co-founder by proving the genius of his beatsmith experiments.

However, not only does Digi Snacks never venture into the unchartered psychedelic Hiphop territory of 8 Diagrams, it also fails to weave together the brooding cinematic coherency that typically marks RZA’s grime-soul production.

Digi Snacks fumbles endlessly for a sense of identity, jumping abruptly from introspective meditations on death in the slicing “Long Time Coming,” to the flailing club banger, “Straight up the Block,” that negotiates Digital’s slowed down clunking rhymes en français, hyper-speed Jay-Z vocals formed into the hook, and silly thug rants courtesy of David Banner.

The sonic environment parallels the schizophrenic lyrical content, steering wildly through spacey video game sound effects mismatched over crisp syncopated drums that only occasionally pull the flows back down to earth.

RZA pushes his idiosyncratic gritty-shaman style on a few singles, but the most notable joints lose their credibility when placed within the washed out context of the album as a whole. The hardest hitting joint on Digi Snacks, “You Can’t Stop me Now,” a soul powered epic devoted to the Wu-Tang legacy, made many (including myself) prematurely believe Diggs could rejuvenate the prowess of the Clan.

Featuring the ubiquitously sampled chant “No matter how hard you try / you can’t stop me now” from psych-soul group Whatnauts’ single, “Message From a Black Man,” RZA interweaves melodic chords of lingering bass plucks over crunchy percussive claps. Nonetheless, upon completion of listening to Digi Snacks, the championing flow of the song rings hollow, and might keep you second guessing whether it was just the sample that made Digital sound fresh in the first place.



We might give Diggs the credit that the personality disorder inflicted Bobby Digital reflects the ongoing internal battles that plague us in the digital age, as the album commences with a short introduction to the conflicted savior-gangster as a character “that struggles between the good and evil within himself.” But Digi Snacks glides on the boundaries of any spiritual synthesis, succeeding in providing the listener with only what the title offers, a haphazard assortment of decadent side dishes that not only feel gluttonous, but also leave the listener hungry for a fulfilling meal.

Here's the track list. The last song is ill (so, listen to tracks 2, 3, and 16)

01: Digi Snacks (feat. Understanding)
02: Long Time Coming (feat. Danny Keyz)
03: You Can't Stop Me Now (feat. Inspectah Deck)
04: Straight Up the Block (feat. David Banner, Beretta 9 & Monk)
05: Booby Trap (feat. Dexter Wiggles)
06: Try Ya Ya Ya (feat. Monk & Thea)
07: Good Night (feat. Reverend William Burke, Thea & Crisis)
08: No Regrets
09: Money Don't Own Me (feat. Monk, Christbearer & Stone Mecca)
10: Creep (feat. Black Knights, Christbearer & Thea)
11: Drama (feat. Monk & Thea)
12: Up Again (feat. Beretta 9, Reverend William Burke, George Clinton & El DeBarge)
13: Put Your Guns Down (feat. Startel)
14: Love is Digi Pt. II (feat. Beretta 9, Crisis & Thea)
15: O Day
16: Don't Be Afraid

Waste your time and download it.
Waste your money and buy it off koch records.



Friday, June 6, 2008

Gaslamp kills Minna

The last time I crashed a Minna party I nearly fell asleep on the couch out of boredom, so it's been a minute since I've checked out the spot. Last night the musical lineup including Los Angeles' The Motherfucking Gaslamp Killer (Willow) as well as Daedelus made me recheck my distaste for the venue and give it another chance.

Typically Minna exhibits sub par contemporary art that bites other styles. Some of the colors and neo-surrealism compositions are pretty, but they lack the raw inspiration of an artist who is captivated by the need to express something higher. Are my expectations too high? Luckily, it's pretty easy to let the art fade into the background when you got some amazing DJ's cutting it up on the ones and twos who are gripped by just that sort of inspiration.

I'm really talking about the Gaslamp Killer who rapidly clicked, and dervish like spun, and vigorously scratched his vinyl donuts while rocking his Jewish fro up and down, crazily flipping his fingers with the percussion as if the poltergeist of the music possessed his body. That's some spiritual release right there.

Gaslamp commenced the set with some hard hitting boom bap Hiphop riding soul samples like Ghostface and Dilla (can I get a copy of Jaylib 2 yet damn it?) mixed seamlessly with percussion driven beats (including some new shit by Flying Lotus.) The straightedge genres of music soon became more blurred as Gaslamp slided into the mix some dirty cosmic psychedelic and alt rock while turning up the highs so hard that the crackling bass shook the silly metal installations hanging on the wall.

The drums continued to tie the dusty grooves together as the hype grew quickly into some more obscure funk tracks from India and Africa as well as some yelping psych funk straight outta' Turkey. The obscurity led into classic American funk that slammed the dance floor with the gospel anthem "Save" featuring Arethra Franklin's distinctive soul crooning carried by a swift drum break. The progression demonstrated an aggressive understanding of music as emotional release and spiritual restoration. The dance floor seemed to agree.

Gaslamp wanted everyone to remember his own roots as a rave head before he started spinning all that Hiphop, funk, and soul, and beyond shit. The story goes that Gaslamp's endtroduction to DJ Shadow served as the bridge into this this parallel universe of sonic listening. So the sound crept up in bpm even more as Gaslamp filtered in clashing electro swaying with horns and booming with synths. Fitting as an end to this set, Pilooski's Franki Valli re-edit, "Beggin'" dropped to finish shit off.

Don't know about that Gaslamp Killer blow your mind and grab your soul shit? Two months ago he released the sun blazing heat, "i spit on your grave" mix off Obey Records. Support the artist too, the box set comes with some goodie snacks.



Or maybe you're in LA sometimes? Be sure to check out the Low End Theory Wednesday nights at the Airliner in Lincoln Heights. Can someone bring this weekly event to San Francisco, apparently they got a monthly in NY already? Last night shows that the Bay needs and wants some of that genre bending Hiphop inspired psych, funk, soul, electro, reggae, world madness.