‘God Made Lana Del Rey’ by Jessica Chase (Toronto, Canada)
When I began writing this, I was going to do it in those all bold capital letters that I do when I want to just be brief and pretend like I’m witty. But then I started writing and way too much came out.
1. Too many pretty girls who put their pretty face on the cover of their album write shitty music and then try to make it based on their looks. We already have enough pretty singers who are adored by the world for all the wrong reasons.
2. This is sort of the point of this song, I think, because not only is thinking that God made anything as taboo as incest to anyone living outside the Bible Belt (where incest is probably cool), but to think that he made the most Godless things in society is disturbingly deep.
3. The final resonation is within the words “God didn’t make me”- addressing the disappointed disposition that many musicians have as they look at those who have achieved critical success reproducing the norm. Because clearly God would have to be on their side (and not yours) to allow an industry based not on “talent” but “who you know” to grant them favor. @Dingusonmusic (Photo by Lanna Mur)
Fellow men, have you ever heard a female vocalist on a track, and thought to yourself, “I bet she is so hot”, only to find out that you were completely wrong? Me neither. That never happens. They’re always so hot.
Now, Patrick, you have to somehow manage to continue writing this review and not come off like a creep. Oh no… is it too late? Creep status achieved. Ugh. Here goes nothing…
The “Brooklyn via Columbia” band, Salt Cathedral, has been making its mark on the scene consistently since its beginnings. Artists in every aspect of the word, even their album art becomes a topic of conversation among fans. Recently released single, “Holy Soul” in no way lacks evidence of their artistry.
Lead singer, Juliana Ronderos (I swear I’m not creepy) has undoubtably come into her own on this track, and her bandmates haven’t failed in this either. A true musician understands when to leave room for another musician, and allow them showcase. An even truer musician knows how to bend this rule for contrast. Salt Cathedral has proven to be members of the “truer” range. “Holy Soul” begins with a definite “showcase” of Ronderos’ beautiful voice (I’m really not a creep). Throughout the track however, ambient tones all but envelope her perfect angelic sounds (Wait, am I creep?). They only just allow the synth mix to max out with the vocals in front. With lyrics suggesting forgetting, fading away, also with “under water” as imagery, it is interesting to consider that the mix was intended to further the concepts behind the song offering less direct feelings of distance, loss, and memory lapse. Personally, I feared the loss of my love’s vocals to the ambiance, and felt strongly the yearning they may be aiming to convey. I was so relieved to not have lost her (Okay, fine. I’m a creep. So what?). Patrick Kernan
Like the downer b-side to a party that never happened,”Clouds,” the teaser track from Treehaus’ new album Afterglow, swells and stutters. unsure what to make of the sleepy dark side streets he walked alone home from a club he never went to. Maybe the music was too loud and she didn’t hear me say I was leaving, he pines from the bed he never left about the girl he never met. Start and stop drums rattlesnake like a nervous tic. The walls of the track warble. His fragile psyche pitch bends unbalanced. Where did it go wrong? Did anyone even notice? @hiv_aidz
Having released her extraordinary debut full-length album “Anti Venus” this past November, electronic sound architect and vocalist Vandana Jain offers a free download of her lead single “Ecstatic.” as a thank you to her fans. The most efficient way to access the track is to Like her Facebook Page. There you will find a speedy download app.
That track is a revelation, as it emphasizes distant percussive mechanical clicks and whirrs recreating sci-fi atmospheres first touched on in the mid 1970’s via Pink Floyd’s “Welcome To The Machine.” Dark foreboding (yet warm) analog synth notes pulse and rise from distant ethereal mists. Recorded at Jain’s home studio, inspiration came in part by delving into Henry Miller’s classic novel “Tropic of Cancer,” and its embrace of “the grip of delirium.” “You freak – you make me ecstatic” becomes the central single line vocal hook. All semblance of repetitive listener fatigue is non-existent, however by virtue of varied intonated emphasis throughout each recitation.
Additional Anti Venus tracks like “Claw” are less instrumentally dense, allowing more space for expressive vocals. With a style reminiscent of Kate Bush’s penultimate work combined with the modern deeper vocal textures of British pop vocalist Sophie Ellis Bextor, Ms. Jain’s voice becomes an instantly appealing force. While “Mask” is recurrently stark and minimal in places, the overall effect sounds incredibly big. Her seductive vocal delivery (and placement) makes for a delightful headphone listening experience. The subject matter focuses on the “mask” we all put on every day to function. Molded to each of our points of view – which are often deceptive. Frequently presenting a “wicked smile” that can be “crooked and sideways” or “misleading.” Ultimately the mask will come off when looking in the mirror (because only you are there to see). This allows for an unguarded conversation with one’s own thoughts.
The live set features analog driven electronic instruments with band members Yusuke Yamamoto and Ryan Casey. Vandana Jain will be performing live on July 30 at the Highline Ballroom as part of Den Entertainment’s 2-Year Anniversary showcase called SHE. Also appearing will be Arooj Aftab, Lily Virginia, Janelle Kroll, and between set DJ SoDabu. Tickets can be purchased here
Among all my favorite Aural Sects releases, the Pure EP by Force Publique comes with a unique organization that is often lacking on the labels releases. Not to say that this organization is a plus or minus, rather that it stands apart from the chaotic atmosphere that usually comes rolling off the pages of Aural Sects. Now, this might, at first, seem like a contradiction away from the progressive nature of the netlabel; remember that a return to form never signified a lack of experimentation. And for every melody sitting at the front, there is a backbone that’s twisting in all the same sick ways. (Free Download) @Dingusonmusic
This past Saturday (July 12) was about as perfect a day for an outdoor music festival as you can get. Although there were a number of events happening on this day, you’d be hard pressed to find a better one than the 4Knots Fest at South Street Seaport.
In addition to monstrous headliners Dinosaur Jr, a number of emerging artists just beginning to make a name for themselves appeared early on that afternoon.
One such band to impress was the three piece brother act from St. Joseph, Missouri called Radkey.
Dee, Isaiah, and Solomon are all self-taught musicians who are still teenagers.
They point towards bands like the Misfits (who’s Danzig-like vocals very much reflect their own) as well as classic punk and rock bands like the Ramones and Who as inspiration.
Fist of the First Man by Fist of the First Man (United Kingdom) *
This is the reason you read Dingus. I’m just letting you know right now before we get started. Fist of the First Man might or might not be a Game of Thrones reference. Doesn’t matter.
Fist of the First Man embodies everything lost in modern music that once made music so… human. So much of it recalls old Four Tet, like the drums that might first seem to sloppy to place themselves but ultimately end up driving the track home. In a music culture where “the album is dead and the playlist is the future” (to quote a blog who’s name I cant, or maybe refuse, to remember) the self titled release from FoftheFM captures the imagination by allowing the natural ebb of the music to guide the transaction rather than forcing the “hook”, ultimately giving life to its melody through the album, which apparently is dead. If you don’t hear this music saying “fuck the hook” than you’re not listening hard enough and once again Dingus is ahead of you so catch up. If you aren’t patient enough to wait for the payoff than just click to the next post anyway you ameba. If you disagree with the slight dissonance that ultimately puts these tracks above anything else I’ve heard in weeks, you are beyond redemption, get back to your rave. @Dingusonmusic
If you sleep for 23 hours and fifty three minutes today, only waking to do one thing, make sure you listen to ‘Until I Open My Wings’.
I never cry because I’m a man and my dad told me once that men don’t cry. But now I’m crying because Wendy by Small Wonder is so goddamn heart wrenching. I’m not sure who Wendy is, but I’ll pretend to be her today so I can pretend that this music was written for me. Every Whichways is Upwards was fantastic, but this, this is unapologetic. This is Magnanimous with a capital M. It’s music that a sad king might listen to when he realizes that all his crowns and jewels and hooker slaves are not making him happy. Because happiness comes from inside and I think that maybe is what Wendy is trying to say. But you want to talk music: this is something. It’s like all the traditional elements of music dropped acid; but not in that “yo you’re nuts” kind of acid tripping, more like the “omg we’re just ants on a rock floating in space around a big ball of fire and significance is all about perception” kind of acid trip. @Dingusonmusic
What originally started out by making me think of A Crow Left of the Murder turned into something SO MUCH BETTER (and that Incubus album is pretty fire – I aint afraid to admit it to you punks). Distant Cousin is, like, so good bb. SO GOOD BB. It’s stutter music BB. it’s like on that next level. It’s like, so good that it’s probably over your head and you wont even get it, so good, so good (only I get it). Do I sound smart yet? It’s actually easily one of my favorite things to ever get submitted to this little humble blog (the greatest blog in the world). If you listen to nothing else this week, listen to EP (great name guys) by Distant Cousins. Because this shit’s like, progressive maaaaaannnn. Its layers compound to create space between moments that define a sonic landscape that provides both an atmosphere and a melody at the same time delivering divine nostalgia in waves that crash thanks to a repetitive pattern that allows the brain to openly conceive and predict the next move. And you thought I wasn’t going to actually say anything worth while. Shame on you. Deep… Buttsex. @Dingusonmusic
‘Very Few Dancers / Strange Home’ by Sons of an Illustrious Father (New York, New York)
Sons of an Illustrious Father is Everything. Sons of an Illustrious Father is Life. Sons of an Illustrious Father is Death. Sons of an Illustrious Father is Nothing. Forget everything. Praise Satan. Word to your mother. Through Jesus all things are possible. Kill em all. 5 major sources of vitamins. Will reduce your chances of heart attack. Does not play well with others. “Fitter. Happier. More Productive.” Nobody likes you, John. Aliens. “This is the end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine.” Burn out. Die Young. Do Drugs. Never surrender. Fornicate Often. Forget Everything. Peel the skin from your sunburn. Bro. Bruh. Bruv. Pitchfork you slackin. @Dingusonmusic
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