ANDRE 3000 SHOUTS OUT LEGENDARY ATLANTA GORILLA ON HIS NEW TRACK WITH GORILLAZ AND JAMES MURPHY, “DOYATHING”
Uh. No.
Nigga talkin’ ‘bout “Aww, he don’t rap enough”
But y’all rap a lot and I’m like “Wrap it up, boy”
Ye ain’t Scarface, ye ain’t Willie D
Ye ain’t Bushwick, ye ain’t killin’ meDon’t really know how an employed FADER writer can miss something like this this badly, but I guess not everyone goes to the trouble of meticulously transcribing lyrics so as to better catch things like a Rap-A-Lot pun that segues into naming all three Geto Boys.
Oh, wait, I know how this gets missed: Gross malpractice of journalism.
1. Tim Hecker - Ravedeath, 1972
2. Liturgy – Aesthetica
3. Matana Roberts - Coin Coin Chapter One: Gens de Couleur Libres
4. The Men - Leave Home
5. Horseback – Impale Golden Horn
6. Pistol Annies - Pistol Annies
7. Fucked Up - David Comes To Life
8. All Pigs Must Die - God Is War
9. Factory Floor – “A Wooden Box”/“R E A L L O V E”/“Two Different Ways” 12-inches
10. Ballaké Sissoko & Vincent Segal - Chamber Music
11. Killer Mike - Pl3dge
12. EMA - Past Lives Martyred Saints
13. Ghost - Opus Eponymous
14. E-40 - Revenue Retrievin: Graveyard Shift
15. Melvins – Endless Residency 4 CD set
16. Israel Martínez - El Hombre Que Se Sofoca
17. Cultus Sabbati - The Garden Of Forking Paths
18. Escort – Escort
19. Big K.R.I.T. - Return Of 4Eva
20. Blanck Mass - Blanck Mass
21. Burning Tree - Stinger
22. Danny Brown - XXX
23. Gui Borrato – III
24. Korn – The Path Of Totality
25. Shabazz Palaces - Black Up
26. Mouse On The Track - Swagga Fresh Freddie
27. Hubble – Hubble Drums
28. Thee Oh Sees – Carrion Crawler/The Dream
29. Big Business – Quadringle EP
30. Nicholas Jaar - Space Is Only Noise
31. Drake – Take Care
32. Boris - Attention Please
33. Colin Stetson – Live At ATP 2011
34. The Dirtbombs – Party Store
35. Grails – Deep Politics
36. Don Trip & Starlito – Stepbrothers
37. Deaf Center – Owl Splinters
38. Alva Noto + Ryuichi Sakamoto – summvs
39. Drive: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
40. Glenn Jones - The Wanting
41. Sick Llama – Fuor Coffins
42. Oh No + Alchemist + Roc Marciano – Greneberg EP
43. Mark Deutrom – The Value Of Decay
44. Psychic Paramount – II
45. DJ Rashad - Just A Taste, Vol. 1
46. Hauschka - Salon Des Amateurs
47. Lady Gaga – Born This Way
48. Gunplay – Inglorious Bastard
49. Group Doueh – Zayna Jumma
50. Soft Moon – Total Decay EP
51. Dayton Family – Charges Of Indictment
52. Grayceon – All We Destroy
53. Kool G Rap – Riches, Royalty & Respect
54. Winter Family – Red Sugar
55. Beyoncé – 4
56. Death Grips – Exmilitary
57. Elzhi – Elmatic
58. Mick Barr – Coiled Malescence
59. Driphouse – Root71
60. The Field – Looping State Of Mind
61. Bruce Lamont – Feral Songs For The Epic Decline
62. The Advisory Circle – As The Crow Flies
63. Terakraft – Aratan N Azawad
64. Mountains – Air Museum
65. DJ Quik – The Book Of David
66. Remember Remember – The Quickening
67. Cam’ron & Vado – Gunz & Butter
68. Mika Vaino – Life (…It Eats You Up)
69. Beastie Boys – Hot Sauce Committee Part 2
70. M83 – Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming
71. Jay-Z and Kanye West – Watch The Throne
72. Lloyd - King Of Hearts
73. Juicy J & Lex Luger – Rubba Band Business
74. Tity Boi – Codiene Cowboy
75. Yob - Atma
76. Shinji Masuko – Woven Music
77. S.C.U.M. – Again Into Eyes
78. Juv – Juv
79. White Suns – Waking In The Reservoir
80. Rabbits – Lower Forms
81. Tyler, The Creator – Goblin
82. Windmills By The Ocean – II
83. Subrosa – No Help For The Mighty Ones
84. Guðmundur Steinn Gunnarsson - Horpma
85. Oneohtrix Point Never – Replica
86. Mark Fell - Periodic Orbit Of Dynamic System Related To A Knot
87. Das Racist – Relax
88. Pechenga – Helt Borte
89. Tombs – Path Of Totality
90. Craft - Void
91. The Necks - Mindset
92. PJ Harvey – Let England Shake
93. Red Horse – Red Horse
94. Wolves In the Throne Room – Celestial Lineage
95. Golden Retriever – Emergent Layer
96. Encoffination - O’ Hell, Shine In Thy Whited Sepulchres
97. Beauclerk – Beauclerk
98. KEN Mode - Venerable
99. Seun Kuti & Egypt 80 – From Africa With Fury: Rise
100. Matthew Cooper – Some Days Are Better Than Others
volume 1: THE HITS [145 MB, 79:42]
str8 mersh, lol indie rock, brit-brit, k-pop youtube rips, contrarian stanning for major label country records, trendy 80s revisionism that will age terribly, that drive song even your dumbest friends posted to facebook, footwork, minimal techno, disco orchestras, factory records aspirations and the requisite thee oh sees song
volume 2: ALL RAP EVERYTHING [144 MB, 78:32]
gun sounds, posse cuts, #swag, ceos, tumblr rap, an iced out ghost, will ferrell samples on everything, bounce, three artists i saw at the gathering of the juggalos
volume 3: THE DUNGEON [151 MB, 79:55]
evil beatles covers, no-wave rap, blackened hardcore, insert liturgy argument here, quotey-finger metal, pigfuck, sludgepop, ex-melvins, current melvins, library music, drone, drone, drone and one dead salamander
Wednesday, Dec 14, 2011
I have the world’s largest collection of Christmas rap. Tonight I square off against inestimable talent booker Chris White of Tiger Mountain Presents.
Thursday, Dec 15, 2011
More Christmas rap for Puja Patel’s “I Got Ho’s” happy hour. I go on mad early because there’s real DJs on the bill.
Friday, Dec 16, 2011
The penultimate show for Brooklyn’s own Parts & Labor. I will be joining the band to help out with a few songs off our 2006 album, Stay Afraid. Knitting Factory @ 8pm w/ Pterodactyl and Hunters.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The inaugural performance of the “avant-brunch” series. 60 tickets only! Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Stay tuned.
@1000TimesYes: I know its corny to shit on Pitchfork, but I’m in absolute fucking hysterics over their new “board game reviewer.”
“Yet there’s something thrilling about shaking a fistful of dice. The clatter of the bones against felt or tabletop is a visceral pleasure. And there’s that breathless moment when everything settles and you’re reading the results. “
@1000TimesYes: The ecstatic joy of climbing a ladder to the unknowable heavens, only to be thwarted by a shameful slide down a chute.
@1000TimesYes: The sublime burst of sound of a Pop-A-Matic Trouble bubble, like the shock of being expelled from the womb, truly a primal experience, that.
@1000TimesYes: A land literally made of candy. You wander breathlessly, anticipating the sugary-yet-bitter release of Molasses Swamp.
@maxsidman: The barely missed attempt at feeding the ravenous hippo, only to leave it languishing unfulfilled, still so hungry, hungry.
@PopJew: The mouse that evades the trap, a white whale to your carefully crafted tower of fragility.
@jeremymeyers: How like life, when seven wooden squares present themselves, a Q with no U. How like life, and love
@kuujjuaq: Thus the titular exclamation “Sorry!” adopts a surprising depth of meaning, ranging from glee to spite to the ache of sympathy
@jtramsay: Consider Pictionary, in which we try to bridge the gulf between sign, signifier and signified.
@bisongator: Yes, yet as children we knew war reduced a man. A tribute to our fathers, maybe, each sunk vessel, every utterence of “battleship.”
@shallowrewards: I turn to my featureless pink wife, recognizing her for the first time; the wheel of LIFE ticks on, like an Autechre B-side.
@cureforbedbugs: The “Risk” is, of course, no real risk for hegemonic transnational corporatists moving laterally through globalized space.
@tsmallon: Forceps gripped betwixt fingers damp, I embrace the God complex; all hinges on the Operation. A Merzbowian BZZT tolls the end.
@warmandpunchy: “Does he have a beard?” “Are her eyes blue?” The questions your opponent asks are windows into their body-aesthetic values.
@schoonier: In those pants, a melange of insects bustles hither and thither, building a new community, a symbol of humanity’s will.
@unbornwhiskey: But have you ever thought that Monopoly actually critiques the system it exemplifies?
TONIGHT: 07.20.10
Big Business, Torche, Helms Alee
w/ DJ 1000TimesYes
Music Hall Of Williamsburg
8pm, $15
Big Business, Torche and Helms Alee are three of my favoritest bands in the whole wide world, as all of ‘em embody that joyful, euphoric, cloud-punching, goosebumpy, post-Lysol joy-sludge that I live and breathe on… prolly what I imagine Lady Gaga would call the “edge of glory,” right? As a naturally negative and misanthropic person, their uplifting melodies have been wildly influential for me, working like a drug. I am ecstatic to have the whoppertunity to spin records in between their sets. Here’s hoping I don’t fuck it up.
In honor of the occasion, I will be spinning only music that dwells in similarly triumphant, mountaintop-standing, heaven-gazing melodies, crossing the boundaries of punk, metal, mersh, dance music, hip-hop and noise. This means Hüsker Dü, Robyn, Tim Hecker, Fuck Buttons, Baroness, Big Country, Three 6 Mafia, Peter Gabriel, Goldfrapp, T.I.’s “What You Know,” the slowed-down Bieber song—basically the optimistic, stay-high-igh-igh shit I would pay any of these bands hard American money to cover. I will probably be the the first dude to play an ABBA song to a bunch of bearded Hydra Head fans. So, here come the waterworks!
This is all a preview of a Podcast I’m cooking up for the FatCat Records blog once my turntable gets fixed, so you’ll be able to take this little burst of sunshine home with you soon. I have no idea where the DJ booth is at MHOW, but if you find I feel free to say hi. I’ll have books and hugs.
![Dear media professionals,
Thank you for clogging my Twitter feed with breathless dispatches from Pitchfork Festival all weekend. I know its very important for you to weigh in on how awesome Zola Jesus or Yuck were in a sun-beaten, 90 degree field when these bands play nice, air-conditioned clubs all the time in New York and Chicago to absolutely no fanfare.
Honestly, I love Pitchfork Fest. I went in 2008 and had an amazing time. The record fair, poster exhibitions and local food really give it a sense of community. It’s a great thing. But, man, I wish media outlets would maybe take their microscopic eye off P4k’s inner workings and provide me with an actual narrative beyond “[Band] killed it! On to see [other band]!”
Probably because there is no narrative beyond “music critics wanted a weekend in Chicago and now have to justify the write-off.” I mean, hey, I like Shabazz Palaces as much as the next guy, but be a fucking grown-up and enjoy the show. I don’t need to see a 200-post photo gallery just because you wanted to share a Hot Doug with EMA and expense it to the company.
Actually, maybe the Odd Future thing would be interesting to hear about. So far the only coverage of it with any depth or insight has been from Jim DeRogatis, and you’d be hard-pressed to call his “satanic panic” schtick fair or balanced. I thought this DeRo line was particularly great: “This blog has contacted about half of the main-stage acts at the festival for comment about sharing a stage with Odd Future, but none have responded.” I can’t figure out if that means the bands don’t think his argument is worth their time; or that contemporary indie rockers are so chickenshit that they won’t make a completely valid point about sexism if it means risking burning a bridge with XL/Windish/Pfork/etc….
My favorite part of the year I went to Pitchfork Festival was watching the critics, publicists and musician-hangers-on in the “VIP” section. Everyone in “VIP” was handed a playing card which entitled you to a free Chipotle burrito. Local businesses from one of the best food cities in America had set up a cheap food court that had no shortage of good things. But snaking down the grass, there was a half-hour line of “very important people” waiting to get a free, terrible handout.
There’s a weird anxiety about “being in the right place” that most critics and editors share. And Pitchfork Festival is definitely the right place. But just because you’re in the right place, doesn’t mean I need to hear about the dimensions of the room, how it’s lit and who covered a Fugazi song as if it was Neil Armstrong landing on the fucking moon.
“Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me something I can use.” —Chicago’s own Ministry
[photos via Fourthisto]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lojdcjAKyJ1qblfdpo1_1280.jpg)
Dear media professionals,
Thank you for clogging my Twitter feed with breathless dispatches from Pitchfork Festival all weekend. I know its very important for you to weigh in on how awesome Zola Jesus or Yuck were in a sun-beaten, 90 degree field when these bands play nice, air-conditioned clubs all the time in New York and Chicago to absolutely no fanfare.
Honestly, I love Pitchfork Fest. I went in 2008 and had an amazing time. The record fair, poster exhibitions and local food really give it a sense of community. It’s a great thing. But, man, I wish media outlets would maybe take their microscopic eye off P4k’s inner workings and provide me with an actual narrative beyond “[Band] killed it! On to see [other band]!”
Probably because there is no narrative beyond “music critics wanted a weekend in Chicago and now have to justify the write-off.” I mean, hey, I like Shabazz Palaces as much as the next guy, but be a fucking grown-up and enjoy the show. I don’t need to see a 200-post photo gallery just because you wanted to share a Hot Doug with EMA and expense it to the company.
Actually, maybe the Odd Future thing would be interesting to hear about. So far the only coverage of it with any depth or insight has been from Jim DeRogatis, and you’d be hard-pressed to call his “satanic panic” schtick fair or balanced. I thought this DeRo line was particularly great: “This blog has contacted about half of the main-stage acts at the festival for comment about sharing a stage with Odd Future, but none have responded.” I can’t figure out if that means the bands don’t think his argument is worth their time; or that contemporary indie rockers are so chickenshit that they won’t make a completely valid point about sexism if it means risking burning a bridge with XL/Windish/Pfork/etc….
My favorite part of the year I went to Pitchfork Festival was watching the critics, publicists and musician-hangers-on in the “VIP” section. Everyone in “VIP” was handed a playing card which entitled you to a free Chipotle burrito. Local businesses from one of the best food cities in America had set up a cheap food court that had no shortage of good things. But snaking down the grass, there was a half-hour line of “very important people” waiting to get a free, terrible handout.
There’s a weird anxiety about “being in the right place” that most critics and editors share. And Pitchfork Festival is definitely the right place. But just because you’re in the right place, doesn’t mean I need to hear about the dimensions of the room, how it’s lit and who covered a Fugazi song as if it was Neil Armstrong landing on the fucking moon.
“Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me something I can use.” —Chicago’s own Ministry
[photos via Fourthisto]
just wanted to call firsties on this
my notes from the odd future sxsw show
An informative video that this event needs…
ISSUE PROJECT ROOM / NYC
THU 4.21 @ 8:00PM –Jana Winderen’s Scuttling around in the shallows ($12/$10 Members) In Scuttling around in the shallows, Jane Winderen continues her investigation into the sound of shrimp, exploring how the smallest creatures of the ocean use sound for communication, orientation, and feeding. Hydrophones—originally a military development—are repurposed, inadvertently producing unexpected qualities not informed by their original design. Winderen uses these hydrophones to create immersive sonic environments, something far from the original intention of these surveillance devices.
