Stop [Girl Friend]

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Girl Friend is…….mysterious. Mysterious in the way that I couldn’t really find any information about them. Mysterious is typically a good sign when it comes to new music, yes, but this was driving me nuts. All I know (after intensive research and almost throwing my laptop across the room) is that they are from Manchester and are a five-piece band. That’s it. That’s the extent of my research as I could not find anything else. Why are they being so mysterious? Is it the mystery behind their mystery that makes me so curious that I feel the need to listen to their song, ‘Stop’.

Wait, maybe they’re telling me to “stop” and stop trying to find out so much about them so that I can write something about the actual song itself. Alright, Girl Friend, you win this time.

‘Stop’ is a song of many different sounds, many different vibes. As you listen, you’ll notice an almost 90’s esque pattern. Breathy voices, synth pop beats, lots of backing vocals. Girl Friend makes this okay, well, they make it pretty good. The song is catchy and makes you want to get all sweaty in a club with one of those giant scrunchies in your hair. Pftsh, what do I know about the 90’s, I was born in ’95.  ‘Stop’ follows Girl Friend’s debut EP, Everyone Wants to be Wanted. So, you should probably check that out as well here.

Okay, Girl Friend, I like you. I still want/need to know more about you though…eventually at least. I’ll be patient. @caaarlirose

a symphony of band​-​aids for the visionary wound [Alexa Dexa]

a2316167065_10a symphony of band​-​aids for the visionary wound by Alexa Dexa

WHILE MUCH OF a symphony of band​-​aids for the visionary wound IS SCORED OUT ON TOY INSTRUMENTS, THE THOUGHT PROCESS IS THAT OF ANY MAJOR ALBUM RELEASE. TOPPED OFF BY THE POWERFUL VOICE OF ALEXA DEXA, THIS IS AN ALBUM THAT CANNOT BE GRASPED FULLY UPON FIRST LISTEN AND IS SURELY FOR THE SELECTIVE AND INTROSPECTIVE. @DINGUSONMUSIC

    

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STEL★LEO (That’s Deep with Andrew Alexander)

10253872_454143934723360_3954195206707741937_n‘Baby Don’t Lie (STEL★LEO Remix)’   (∆, Bermuda)

When my dude Stel Leo drops a remix, I listen. I mean, he’s way cooler than me- I can tell by how hot his girlfriend is. (shout out). I will probably never listen to the actual Gwen Stefani track that he’s remixing here, and for good reason. She’s actually too cool for me.

Have you ever been pegged by a tranny? Me neither, but it’s on the bucket list and this is what I hope is playing in the background, but turnt real loud so that I can pump my fist while it’s happening (into someone elses butt). Everything on the internet is a lie. I’ve been lied to.

Anyway, this remix is pretty clean, but you want to hear something really filthy. Like, she-forgot-to-shave-her-butthole filthy, check out his Rihanna remix. 

   
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If you’re asking me, and you are, he’s one of the better remix(ers) I’ve encountered here on the websphere. This is a column called “That’s Deep” and I happen to think that talking about pegging and shaving buttholes is very deep. If you think I’m being vulgar just for the sake of being vulgar you need to rethink your entire existential existence. Reevaluate the lens in which you are judging the world. You’re like so 2011, man. You still smoke weed? That’s so 2012. You still vote? No wait, you don’t, the average reader here is like fifteen. If you think that butthole jokes have no place in my writing, I’ll send you my mom’s cellphone number and you guys can talk about it. She’s a great lady.

The state of our music culture can be summed up into two groups of people. Those who are closed down and just want to watch/listen to whatever is popular on Facebook today. And those who are open to the dark corners of the web. The former do not get butthole jokes. Do you get butthole jokes? @Dingusonmusic

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Fledglings [Twiga]

a1519263112_10Fledglings by  Twiga   (Brooklyn, New York)

Sometimes you’re just listening to an album and you suddenly think “yeah, I want to listen to this all the time until I eventually get tired of it” but it is, in fact, an album that you could actually never get tired of and then you find yourself constantly listening to it without realizing. That’s pretty much how I feel about Twiga’s Fledglings. Twiga is a psychedelic-indie-rock band from Brooklyn and Fledglings just so happens to be their first EP.

When I listened to Fledglings the first time around, I realized how amazingly simple it is but how that simpleness makes it all the more better. The first track, ‘Control’, starts off with a rather poppy beat. A recurring guitar strum, a simple bassline, and drums to bring it all together. It’s the perfect introduction to a perfect first EP for a perfect band starting off in the (not so perfect) industry. The rest of the EP blends together so well that, in my daze induced by the awesomeness of Twiga’s sound, I didn’t realize that I was close to finishing all 4 tracks. I didn’t want it to be over so, of course, I listened again…and again…and again. @caaarlirose

The Destruction of Genius; The Crisis of Critique

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WHEN EVAN SHINNERS APPROACHED ME, DESIRING AN OUTLET TO RANT, I KNEW WITHOUT ANY HESITATION THAT MY ANSWER MUST BE YES. WHEN EVAN SHINNERS ASKED ME TO EDIT HIS WORK, TITLING THE EMAIL “FEEDBACK WANTED”, I KNEW PREMATURELY THAT THERE WOULD BE NO FEEDBACK. BECAUSE EVAN SHINNERS, THOUGH TRULY INSANE, HARBORS RADIANT TRUTH. WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT TO EXPECT, YET KNOWING EXACTLY IN WHAT FORM TO EXPECT IT, WHAT I RECEIVED RATTLED EVERYTHING THAT MY COMMUNITY STANDS UP FOR. WITHOUT MORE WORDS, I PRESENT TO YOU, WITHOUT A SINGLE EDIT:

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by Evan Shinners 

my defense is my insanity, which was prodded out by these ‘artists,’ these ‘creative types’ – the new hip thing to be in the world. i simply blurted out what came to mind- dangerous today- and it came at the price of ruining the delicate balance these ‘artist seminars’ or ‘workshops’ are, these gatherings which seem so important for us artsy types:

  

a young man with a guitar, unshaven yet shaken, sits surrounded in the living room of an apartment- a walkup building like those i used to climb in washington heights- tonight i am in brooklyn, a ways into eastern parkway, and part of the crowd.

everyone is attractive, young-ish, but we have passed the truly immature party days based on a few of us balding or wearing wedding rings, its also only nine at night, not three hours later.

the host of the party introduces the guitarist, who makes a graceless introduction apologizing for not having performed in a long time. dreading what is about to happen, fearing i should leave immediately, i humor my host (to whom at this moment i apologize should you discover this little rant dingus paid me handsomely to write. i dont mean to offend you, only the evening!), and i stay to hear this man play his guitar.

but he is rather proficient! somewhat of a virtuoso at times, a troubadour i could even say! he began his performance with an apology? after he plays, the host and his cherie proceed to ask him questions about his work, he seems as if he has no answer. the host continues to probe, no answers. then come the suggestions! from the public! the guitarist proceeds to deflate himself by excusing the suggestions slightly or nodding politely in timid agreement. finally, after a wholly capable musical display, the artist is dead in this room, we killed him with suggestions and the ‘artist workshop’ setting.

miles used to judge musicians based on how they took the instrument out of the case; how am i supposed to judge musicians who subject themselves to this death? what is my generation of musicians doing groveling in front of a living room full of “creative people”!? 

  

i think, “if i am here, surely this means i could give a suggestion too” but ive never seen this man, never heard his work and any quibble or articulate analogy i could pull out would be just that- pulled out. crap.

perhaps at this point you have defended the party, the host, the guitarist, you have seeded yourself against me exclaiming this is a case of championing a shy performer too timid for the larger stage… et cetera… you dont want to lose his music… et cetera. i answer you by asking, what is the next performer doing? i know him personally to be a truly accomplished performer! something more sinister is going on here! it has more to do with the listening public than the musician. ah!

“a pubic space in which to try works in progress” or “feeling out new work in a constructive environment” -euphemisms. i believe we wish it represented something deep and meaningful, but the truth is this is a place for everyone to offer their personal version of what is clever. the invited becomes the artist. everyone is an artist now, everyone. and with everyone an artist, no one is an artist. it ceases to be a creative environment, it is counter productive. the spectacle has vanished, the stage is lowered to the public where art can not only be touched, but remolded by banal suggestions and whims.

the discussions range from telling musicians what we thought of the title:

“strange you call it autumn, i could see spring”

“mmn.” someone agrees.

are these insults?

they proceed a point with, “i am not a musician, but…” and then something they perceive as profound, “i could totally see this with a story being told at the same time.”

“okay, thanks, ill try that” whispers the guitarist.

will he really? the real artist would reply:

“go fuck yourself! who the hell are you? why are we pretending to listen to your point?”

after a lengthy improvisation from a percussionist, i hear,

“it may be just because i have been attending ballet more frequently, but it made me feel as if i wanted to do this:” she moves forward into the room with a dance move.

but no one says, “so dance!” instead she talks about how she wished for an excuse to dance. how miserable, how desolate! a place where people would rather express desires to dance before dancing! of course no one says, “youre full of shit, you just wanted to talk about ballet class.” do people sense this but hold their tongues? of course. it would ruin the fragile ‘workshop’ environment.

before you think i channel a distaste for the public, first understand the distinction between public and others who think they are above the public. these “creative types” who elevate themselves to the level of artist are the most dangerous to listen to. the person who thinks they know is the person who knows least. know too, there is an art to withdrawing feedback from an audience, and every good performer knows this. but when an ‘artist’ takes a suggestion from a person he has never met, let alone can scarcely trust, where else is he getting ideas?

the idea of works in progress is also disturbing. if a work is really in progress, wary should we be of the artist who goes to a party of strangers to look for advice. we used to struggle through depressing series of letters, through coffee and alcohol, through late nights discussing theories with our closest friends. we had to build up artistic relationships and only after years of establishing trust would we open up about the problem of form, or orchestration.

do not put the workshop in public! the artist should hide the craft, or else stealth is lost. workshops are scams no true artist attends. when the true artist seeks advice, the true artist steals from other artists, and the true artist feigns from labeling himself ‘artist’.

genius is natural, it can not occur any other way. if there is discipline behind the genius, hide it. here, where everyone can touch and pick freely at the artists, genius is not possible.

  

and how we love to talk! to hear our voices try to articulate our opinion the very moment we are forming one. it seems all for the ceremony nonetheless. i sense even after an opinion is shared, the suggestion givers at these ‘seminars’ couldnt possibly hold to the belief that the artists go back and apply the suggestions. yet who knows? how far does this unmerited sense of artistry lead astray?

our people are historically tame, we dont applaud between movements at a symphony, we dont react to artwork with outbursts. we earn reputations through the skill of subtle bullshitting. intellect in our culture is the symbol of intellect, it utilizes little original thought, it is worn like fashion. the lofty and sublime is treated mildly. defiant opinions which once shaped the world in every craft are becoming harder and harder to come by, and grave opinions which need years of forming and developing are expressed casually.

no more explanations about art! show us! do not tell us, do not resort to polite silence, do not trust anybody with opinions. the moment the art needs to be explained is the moment the art falls short. become brash! but please, brashness after hours of miserable discipline. the formula is discipline + inspiration = art. inspiration alone = garbage.

miles punched ornette in the face! bach pulled a knife on his bassoonist! lee morgan was killed on stage! @evanshinners

Goo Goo Ga Ga Love [ONWE]

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I’D BET THAT THERE WONT BE A SINGLE ONWE RELEASE THAT I DON’T FEEL THE NEED TO COVER. “GOO GOO GA GA LOVE” PUNCTUATES ‘GOO GOO GA GA LOVE’ PERFECTLY AND SEES THE BAND STEPPING BACK INTO A SMOOTHER AESTHETIC. @DINGUSONMUSIC

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Kick It With Me [Chaz Ultra]

CHAZ ULTRA IS ACUTELY AWARE OF WHO HE IS. A YOUNG WHITE KID. AND WEARING “YOUNG WHITE KID” IN THE HIP HOP WORLD IS NO EASY TASK. SO HERE HE IS, DOING WHAT CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS “SPITTING” IN A BASEMENT. THE NATURAL HABITAT OF ANY YOUNG WHITE MUSICIAN. 

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Crest of the Wave [Post Paint]

a2238208313_10Crest of the Wave by Post Paint   (Sydney, Australia)

Post Paint is a band that has seen many stages. Of their original release, only ‘Culture Capital’ survives online. And though, I’ve rarely rehashed old material from this blog, now more than ever am I convinced to post the older tracks from the bands we update you on. Before we settle in, enjoy the track that started it all:

And now, through some careful single releases, Post Paint has come to terms with their sound in reimagining what the electro/rock hybrid typically sounds like. ‘Crest of the Wave’ and ‘Vague Wave’ don’t have to try to be anything cool. In fact they might be the opposite, drafting memories of an early 2000’s sound that we all claim we’re “over”. But through their Talking Heads homage, Post Paint delivers two tracks (and one remix) worth steady repeat as you picture yourself a part of Californication. @Dingusonmusic

Let’s Get Physical: Ben Seretan (Best New Music)

a0596441497_10Ben Seretan by Ben Seretan   (New York, New York)

Rock is not dead. About two weeks ago I received, in the good old fashion physical mail, a beautiful copy of a beautiful record by a beautiful man. If you’ve lost all appreciation for the craft of song-writing, then you can stop reading right here. If you’ve lost all patience for anything that doesn’t “drop”, you can stop reading right here. If you’ve come to expect your favorite tracks to be 3 minutes and thirty seconds flat, you can stop right here. Here we unpack the self-titled debut from Ben Seretan:

The record is 54 minutes long. It’s 8 tracks long. If you can’t quickly grasp why that’s significant, then explaining why it is wont be worth the effort anyway.

  

Before I talk about the music itself, let me make mention of the records packaging. Delivering a physical product is something widely overlooked in the age of Soundcloud and Bandcamp. I’m not knocking the digital release, that’s what we specialize in here at Dingus, but when something comes along so beautifully tied together as Ben Seretan’s debut, it makes the eyes perk up as much as it does the ears. It makes you want to give it a chance because right off the cuff, the album has made a serious impression that lasts longer than the click of a mouse.

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There’s a reason why ‘Light Leaks’ is the only track that you can stream for free. It’s not because Seretan knows that his music is worth your money (it is). It’s not a pr stunt. It’s because if you’ve heard nothing else off this record, this singular track is enough to drum up tears and demonstrate the type of rollercoaster ride you’re in for. That is, if you have the patience to wait out the payoff.

Personally, I live in a word of death. As a recovering heroin addict, many of my friends are recovering heroin addicts. And as someone plugged into social media, it’s hard to avoid the pictures of them overdosing and (if they’re lucky) ending up back in the hospital. Worse yet, is when they die. Right now I have a great aunt who’s dying at the age of 80. I’m often asked if this makes me sad and the answer is no. She’s lived an amazing life and she’s ready to go. What makes me sad is when 20 year olds get high for their last time and wind up in the ground leaving their parents wondering why.

“You will be stronger tomorrow / You will be wiser tonight / You will find new love without warning / You will find new joy with every breath”

  

But this is all for nothing if you can’t get back up and dust yourself off. And that’s the truly amazing thing about Seretan’s debut. Just as you’ve been brought down to re-live your lows, you’re picked right back up through ‘Medowlark’. And this is the constant back and forth throughout the album. Like life, it’s up, it’s down, it’s lost and it’s found. At times, it feels like it doesn’t know itself and at other times it feels so confident in it’s own existence that you’d almost call it arrogant. Without it’s own insecurities to balance out the bravado, Ben Seretan is just another rocker. Through humanity, he might just be the rocker we’ve been waiting for.

‘Medowlark’ by Ben Seretan

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This is the story of music. Or the story of music as it was and should have stayed. Because three minutes and thirty seconds of visceral fist pumping is great when you need to get up for work at 5:30am but music should have a place in our lives that rarely inhabits today. That in which a record can consume you fully, leaving room for no other activity. A proper record is like reading a book. So go read Ben Seretan. @Dingusonmusic

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THE DILDO INDIGO YOUTH COMPILATION VOL. 2

vol1The Dildo Indigo Youth Compilation Vol. 2 by Various Artists   (New York City)   [album art by Nika De Carlo]

FREE DOWNLOAD HERE

I CAN ONLY SAY BUT ONE THING, FOLLOWED BY MANY OTHER THINGS, SURMISED BY THE INADMISSIBLE, UNQUANTIFIABLE QUALITY OF THIS BLOG: DILDO INDIGO YOUTH. THAT’S DIY.

I’D LIKE TO TAKE THE TIME TO THANK THOSE WHO MADE THIS POSSIBLE. BONO (AND THE REST OF U2), AI WEIWEI, MY LITTLE BROTHER WHO BARELY TALKS TO ME ANYMORE, ANYONE WHO’S MAKING AND UPLOADING AMATEUR PORN (YOU’RE THE REAL HEROS) AND THE CREATOR OF LOST THE TV SHOW (WHAT A GREAT ENDING).

“Dingus is perhaps the most indecisive voice we have, they are literally the worst” – Macho Man Randy Savage

  

I know there are a lot of you out there who are like “I fucking like my Lady Gagas and my Aerosmiths, fuck you Andrew”. No, fuck you. You’re just a part of the musical human centipede. And this centipede is a full loop because there is literally nothing original being fed into the top. Your Che tshirt is unimpressive.

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Here it is. the Dank Isotope YingYang Compilation, the Diddling Incest Yuppie Compilation, the Dildo Indigo Youth Compilation and, it’s Volume 2. This time, we feature such greats as: ONWE, Cepasa, Woodz, Kid Thomas, Salt Cathedral, and Evitceles. It’s a lot of electronic music, you know the beeps and the boops and the whirls of machinery. All these gadgets are broken up by ‘jk bb’, and for good reason.

“NOTHING CAN CHANGE, LET’S JUST SIT ON THE COUCH, SMOKE WEED, AND DIE” – ONWE

  

Okokok, we all love music let’s just try and get along. Now shut the fuck up and listen, it’s five tracks of solid crack. #Slutlyfe @Dingusonmusic