Screen Shot 2015-01-09 at 9.19.05 AM

The time I spend in the office is generally filled with programming from Rinse, NTS, Berlin Community Radio Radar and other online accessible stations that consistently bring out quality shows, deejays and guests. The truth of that matter is that it’s only possible to pay attention to the show at hand for maybe two thirds of its run time due to meetings, conversations and other necessary distractions. Working in the independent music business allows for a constant stream of listening opportunities and a similarly minded audience to bounce ideas and opinions off of, but the glut often leads to passive listening. It’s inopportune and unavoidable conundrum. But it’s also why long form radio shows are so perfect for the office environment, a two hour ride that allows the listener to hop in, out and off without missing the narrative. Astral Plane Radio hasn’t really fulfilled that function to date and our more theme-oriented mixes are more pedal-to-the-floor affairs, but 008 was recorded with a long form listening experience in mind. As our tastes go, it’s percussive and full of infectious, polyrhythmic material from Auntie Flo, Afrikan Sciences and Lee Gamble. It’s also a bit slower than most of our mixes, eschewing grime and East Coast club forms for more straight forward house and techno. A bit of an adventure for the Astral Plane DJ Team, but one that befits the radio format and might just be optimal for office play. Enjoy.

10849746_10152865488578162_6861941952480507144_nThis Saturday, Atlanta’s Helix and Chicago’s DJ Manny will take over Chinatown’s Shambhala Lounge this Saturday (1/10/15)! RUN, Juke Bounce Work and dirtRAID are pitching in to throw the event and will be accompanied by residents from Phuture Perfect and States of Being. The meeting of Night Slugs and Teklife has come together before in London and New York and it’s a pleasure to bring it to Los Angeles. Come Saturday, Helix’s raw analogue workouts should pair perfectly will Manny’s percussive 160 blasts, cold-as-hell footwork, Atlanta rap and the finest in Dance Mania, Trax and Strictly Rhythm 12”. The dirtRAID folks have blessed us with a pair of tickets for Saturday’s happenings and all you have to do is enter your favorite Dance Mania 12”. Whether you prefer early 90s Robert Armani streakers or Rashad’s Double Cup, we hope to see you out on the dance floor this Saturday.

Go back

Your message has been sent

Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning

Warning.

With an Astral Plane mix in the books and a standout track on Heterotopia still fresh in our memory, Berlin’s Jacques Gaspard Biberkopf is one of our very favorite artists, drawing lines from Lorenzo Senni to Jersey club and NBA Jam. The critical theory minded producer fascination with the voice and, in particular, sports highlight clips, has shown up throughout his mix and production work and his latest effort, long form production mix Video, a combination of the sort of crystalline trance-scapes favored by the aforementioned Senni, oft-indecipherable vocal snippets and bone crunching percussive workouts based in Jersey club, kuduro and grime. Video can be read as shrewd commentary on audial representation and the human voice or the sensationalist, machismo-focused quality of sports highlights, but both critiques take on a different quality when enmeshed in 41:56 of industrial spatial dynamics and in-your-face club music. Unlike much of Biberkopf’s previous material though, Video never really breaks through into the world of club music, remaining firmly on the periphery. It’s a thrilling listen nonetheless, an at times shocking composition (entirely Biberkopf originals) that is delightfully incoherent and aesthetically cohesive at the same time, seeming to skip across the temporal plane with reckless abandon. Biberkopf is certainly an artist of our time and along with the likes of TCF, M.E.S.H. and Why Be, appears to be reworking a critical view of the club. Find a full track list for Video after the jump.

Read More

arcticWith releases on Liminal Sounds and Coyote Records, Melbourne-based producer Arctic has pushed a number of our buttons, releasing the sort of in-your-face grime that necessarily balances out the release-length crescendos of more orchestral-focused producers. And because Arctic’s aesthetic leanings fall more towards drum & bass than, say, Jersey club or Japanese video game music, his output on the aforementioned labels is even more refreshing. On January 19, Arctic will take his talents to Nottingham’s formidable Tumble Audio imprint, home to artists like Timbah, Boofy, Killjoy and more. The I Wish I Owned A Magic Carpet EP is definitely progression in quality for the Melbourne producer and a more-than-suitable release for Tumble Audio considering their release history. The title track, premiered below, is also the EP’s highlight, an Aladdin-sampling roller that has already garnered attention from Mumdance, Oneman, Amy Becker and more. “I Wish I Owned A Magic Carpet” is exactly the sort of soundsystem culture kitsch that works, an expertly produced piece of industrial, gunfinger-waving grime that is as fun as it is outrageously to the brink of what club music is and can be. The rest of the EP hits just as hard, a series of wildly infectious bassline and bassline-inspired groovers. Find the tack list for I Wish I Owned A Magic Carpet after the jump and check out Tumble Audio on Facebook, Twitter and Soundcloud.

Read More

1796489_1488784468040278_8438347315891124336_nAs the instrumental grime resurgence has grown in both popularity and contributing members over the course of the past two years, many pundits have questioned the aesthetic consistency of much of what is being dubbed grime. And it’s true, tempo, sound palette and geographic location have been altered dramatically. Grime is no longer solely a London ting and its most dominant motifs have been stretched to their logical limits by artists both within and outside the genre’s traditional East London core. Geography is the most easily recognizable change as producers can be found as far flung as Houston and Malaysia and while no one is questioning London’s supremacy, the diffusion of sounds and ideas on the internet has surely allowed for many to take a tangential approach to the work of Ruff Sqwad, Iron Soul, Dot Rotten, et al. A more important critique is more broad, but integral to the make up and continuing success of the genre: without a singular locational touchstone and equally monumental origin story, can grime retain its sonic quirks and aesthetic gruffness, its ability to confound and astound in equal measure? Essentially, can grime retain what makes it grimey?

Born in Ireland and now residing in London, Saga has been producing hip hop and grime for 10+ years now, but his two most recents EPs that have as much to say about the above questions as any released in recent memory. Tempo and sound palette-wise, Saga fits right into the world of grime, taking a muted and mutated eski palette into ever-bizarre places. His two releases to date, the Crescent EP on Lost Codes and the Flight Risk EP on Lit City Trax, can both nominally be defined as grime, but they’re also deeply indebted to industrial music, ambient found sounds and a host of other intermingling threads. The fact that his snares function as scythes and his square waves seem to dance and sputter around the track bring to mind classic grime, but the structures are all off, the placement of melodies discordant enough to unsettle the most experimental minded listener.

It’s Saga’s approach that makes his output so definitively grime, an approach defined by singular vision, antisocial personality traits and a rugged approach to sonics. There’s enough detriment left on a Saga track to round up and make a whole new track, maybe a result of listening to low bit rate versions of grime classics, but can also be attributed to a childhood full of death metal. In essence, its a trait and an approach that can’t necessarily be learnt. Rabit, one of the prime outside-of-London proponents of the genre grew up inundated in Texas screw rap, for example. It’s the quality that attracted Visionist and J-Cush who run Lost Codes and Lit City respectively, an inherent grimey-ness that pervades tracks like “Crescent” and “Grains”. It’s also what makes Saga’s Astral Plane mix one of our most thrilling yet, a down and dirty tail of detuned square waves floating through the void and all out sonic warfare. J-Cush called Saga’s work “modern grime”, which it certainly is, but its modernity doesn’t subvert its essential elements. And his 34 minute contribution is as essential as they come, a loose collection of industrial blasts on one hand and an intricately constructed modern grime centrifuge on the other. Essential listening either way whether you’re invested in grime’s living history or not.

sugar-shaneWhile some musicians might opt to tread lightly in the early days of the new year, Kilbourne and Sugur Shane have thrown caution to the wind and started off 2015 with broad, aggressive strokes in “Nastee Gurl”. Hailing from New Jersey and Philadelphia respectively, Kilbourne and Shane share production duties on “Nastee Gurl” while Shane waxes poetic about everything and anything nasty in his signature rapid-fire flow. Both artists are directly involved in New York’s ballroom scene, Sugur Shane functioning as one of the culture’s foremost proponents in the greater dance music world and Kilbourne turning out regular collaborations with the likes of Rizzla, Schwarz and DJ Knockout. The collaboration proves that the Northeast’s respective scenes/subcultures are far from insular solo entities and a dialogue can, and does routinely, exist between Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York. And when artists from said cities are coming together for tracks like “Nastee Gurl”, we’re all the better for it.

year end thing

Over the past 12 months, this site has matured into a stronger entity as a whole and has coalesced around several key themes. As the increasingly world of instrumental grime has expanded beyond the genre’s original contours and expectations, as kuduro has expanded beyond the lusophone diaspora, and as the monolithic kicks of jersey club have become ubiquitous in club music the world over, our focus has shrunk and, we hope, has begun to not just mirror the various genres and scenes we cover, but influence, instigate and reflect the general sense of propulsion inherent in the avant-garde fringe. In the next year, we’ll be releasing even more original music under the umbrella of our blog/label and will continue to pump out mixes from the artists we hold close and dear.

We’ll be launching several new features and a new locality-specific mix series over the coming month or two as well as several volumes of Heterotopia remixes that we can’t wait to get in your paws. A TON of exciting producers, both long-held favorites and producers relatively new to the spectrum, contributed remixes and the project will be released in three distinct volumes, each with brand new art work, over the first and second quarter of 2015. Expect news regarding the first volume and a first taste of the project in around two weeks.

Interestingly enough, as our role in covering music has expanded, the scope of our pen has shrunk. It would be nearly impossible to define the range of music we cover, but club is a term that seems to come up again and again and seems to epitomize our attitude if not the actual sound(s) found in our pages. Whether a club is the physical manifestation of the dance music locale or a virtual environment fabricated out of sound and CGI comes down to the creator-listener continuum.

Our seventh and final edition of Astral Plane Radio, a collection of recent club compositions has been included below. Hit the jump to continue reading our 2014 club round up…

Scrolling through the 39 guest mixes we featured this past year, punctuated by the odd pairing of Keyboard Kid and JLSXND7RS, several coherent threads begin to appear. The first is grime, both in the classical and more newfangled sense, a genre/sound that we would return to ad nauseam and an attitude that inflected nearly everything we wrote on/about this year. To map out the various sub-genres, influences and sonic similarities, or more importantly, dissimilarities, of the grime world in 2014 would be nearly impossible, but you could probably assign a mix from our series to every key junction if a map did exist.

Jersey and Bmore club, as well as ballroom, comes next, both in its organic, insular incarnation and in the international sense as labels like Fade to Mind, Her Records, Lit City Trax and NAAFI push and mutate the sound into ever unfamiliar territory. The dialogue is ongoing between the largely European appropriators and the locals of Newark and Baltimore, but with strong leaders like Uniique and Nadus pushing the literal scene and more ambiguous concept of club music forward, it’s far easier to ignore the unfortunate reality of the zoologically inclined masses.

Slowly, and sometimes painfully, folded in with the aforementioned club styles is dembow, kuduro, batida, bachato, baile funk, tarrachinha and other styles that seem to rebound across the Atlantic with reckless abandon, hybridizing and reestablishing themselves in ever-reinforced manifestations. It’s this constant dialogue, played out on Soundcloud, VK, Kasimp3, Datafilehost and innumerable forums, that has blurred the lines between the formerly distinct genres we cover. It’s why certain British agents have objected to the grime label, pointing to the reductive nature of a single, umbrella term for a wide, ever-growing array of music.

Coming from Los Angeles (and formerly Seattle), we reside largely outside of the main foci of the club music world. Of course, labels like Body High, Private Selection and Hesperian Sound Division are pushing club-oriented sounds, but the city’s enthusiasm for the aforementioned club styles is paltry compared to New York and lacks the history and organic verve of cities like Chicago and Baltimore. And as far as garage, grime and its various offshoots, it goes without saying that the United States as a whole plays something of an awkward cousin roll.

So it goes without saying approach a good deal of the music we cover as outsiders, constantly inundating ourselves in the culture and lexicon in order to properly cover and give fare due to the individual representatives of each respective sonic foci. Which is where labels like grime, club and kuduro come in, not intended as a function of verbal reduction, but as organizational techniques to order a large and unruly world for our own mediated consumption. Without the ability to attend Boxed, Thread, Principe Discos parties, etc. on a regular basis, we often rely on second hand information and the word of friends to decipher a wholly indecipherable series of cultural touchstones.

Furthermore, we write for an international audience, many of whom are way more far flung than Los Angeles. Recently, a number of prominent DJs, label people and general club music personalities, have ridiculed the younger crust of club music producers, essentially isolating themselves from the transcontinental dialogue that occurs on the internet everyday. Beyond general questions of snobbishness and elitism, these attitudes create a fundamental block in the ever-open world of club music, closing open doors and blocking passage to aspirational producers from the world over.

It’s our goal to function as a door opener and a platform for counter-hegemonic club music producers, labels, proponents and spaces. We’ve realized that its far easier to act in a negative fashion, even on the part of figureheads, but the huge array of talented musicians out there make promoting the club-verse at large a positive pursuit.

bigcartelcombo

1.) Felicita, Frenemies EP

Felicita’s 19 minute EP was released on pretty yellow vinyl but I don’t care about that! I want the glow in the dark drawstring bag. There were only 25 copies made. That’s so rare. It’s the perfect place to store Lush™ Bath Bombs, Sour Skittles, and mystic aphrodisiacs. Plus it comes with a Frenemies digital download (duh). I don’t know if there are any left but if any loved ones of mine are reading this there are still two days of Hanukkah!

2.) Cakes Da Killa, Hunger Pangs

Cakes played a show at my college earlier this year and I drove to pick him up from the airport. We got Chipotle together while waiting for MikeQ’s greyhound to get in. He was very nice and I had a great time. Later that night he tore the place down with whiplash bars that were sharp enough to make anyone bleed between the legs. Cop the deluxe edition of Hunger Pangs on these 4GB sticks (1000 songs).  Keep it coochie.

usb_20closer_original

3.) Slugabed, Coolest EP

Has anyone bought one of these? Does Slugabed own one? Coolest EP is free. £50 is a lot of money! Maybe one day we will be able to get high-quality beach towels with our EPs for the low. This item is for the true collector/beach bum.

Screen Shot 2014-12-23 at 1.15.29 PM

4.) Deru, 1979

Every other item here is (arguably) supplementary to the listening experience, but Deru’s 1979 is made to be experienced in its Obverse Box form. Diverging from the enclosed space of the time capsule, the Obverse Box is a projector made with the intention of experimentation and transformation. Each song from the 1979 album has received a unique visual treatment that mimics memory and follows Jackson Sonnanfeld-Arden’s Nine Pure Tones.

L_1807-Edit
Honorable Mentions:

Wu-Tang Clan, Once Upon a Time in Shaolin

The elephant in the room…

Astral Plane Recordings, Heterotopia

Beautiful collage artwork from Jesse Treece wraps around our most formal effort yet. Re-imaginings of the cover will accompany re-workings of the songs come 2015!

photo 1

Around six months ago, I graduated from college, move to Los Angeles and began working at an independent record label. I had previously been attending uni at a school in the suburbs and the move has allowed me to attend shows, parties and other music-oriented events on a near-constant basis. The fact that nearly every touring act hits Los Angeles exacerbates the glut of quality shows. More so, the city has a glut of sprawling warehouse districts, neighborhoods ride for seedy, all night parties featuring globe trotting deejays and warm PBR in equal measure. Unfortunately, LAPD’s vice squad has taken a special interest in the city’s warehouse circuit, cracking down with a brute force that has sent promoters scurrying to find legitimate venues in the peripheries of downtown. Los Angeles’ late night dance scene seems to be in a mode of major flux, but that doesn’t mean that you often have the pick of the litter party-wise, often a choice between several visiting house and/or techno dons. The city lacks somewhat in ‘nuum culture and club music, but that almost seems like an unfair criticism considering the opportunities created and taken away by the aforementioned circumstances. I decided to lay out my favorite moments in the club this year, the club being a broad space filled by dancers, dancing and dance music. The following three nights stuck out to me for entirely different reasons, but each will play a huge roll in shaping how I look back on this time in my life at large and how I devoured dance music in particular. Find the rest of our 2014 coverage here.


1.) Jack J @ loft space several blocks from my home

Hailing from the inimitable Mood Hut crew, Jack J’s Looking For You/Take It To The Edge rocked the house music world to its core, essentializing the sound to its most affecting core elements. When the address for his recent Los Angeles date was fired into my inbox, I realized that the party would be taking place at an odd block of lofts snuggled into several bare distribution centers. With assistance from Los Angeles’ own Suzanne Kraft and Parker, the party was a sure hit and the fact that it was walking distance from my LA River-bordering house was an extra bonus that resulted in cranking our home system a little too and imbibing a bit too much tequila. With the booth set up on the several floor overlooking the dancefloor, free snacks and some lovely foliage, a number of twenty-somethings, LA house cognoscenti and incomers from outside of the city limits began to amass, throwing themselves into Kraft’s turbid house and disco numbers while devouring a table of free snacks. The room was certainly not intended for dancefloor efficacy, but with a bar snuggled under the stairs, several adventurous early night (midnight) dancers and widespread anticipation for Jack J’s set, the space contained an overarching air of barely concealed excitement. By the time the one and only Jack Jutson stepped on stage, the room was already beginning to resemble a single swollen mass, swayed side to side by a massive fan in one corner and Jutson’s wavy concoctions from above. The set was full of Mood Hut material from the past year and each and every Hashman Deejay, Pender Stree Stepper’s and Aquarian Foundation tune was met by a gleeful response from the now packed room. Predictably, “Looking For You” sent the dancefloor into rapture, giving the night a sense of genuine remembrance and elevating beyond the glut of late night excursions this particular club denizen has taken in the past 365 odd days.

2.) Private Selection Party feat. Bodymasters, Arkitect, Dreams & Aerial @ sweltering storefront in Echo Park

With an odd Echo Park-based address in hand and the prospect of witnessing brand new live act Bodymasters take over a small space on an calm Friday night, Private Selection’s (Dreams, Arkitect, Aerial) September party was something of an unknown quantity, but in hindsight has been elevated in my mind into one of the most memorable club experiences of the year. Upon entry, the space seemed to take the quality of a sweltering, leafy bodega, replete with half clad dancers and claustrophobic smoking area. It seems silly to riff on it at this point, but this party was HOT. Like, nearly unbearable, especially considering the force with which Bodymasters were pushing sharp, angular techno out of their analogue rig. Acid basslines and the sharp kick of the 909 ruled this night and while the crowd might not have looked the part of an all-night rave crew, they certainly moved like one, slurping down Coors Light or merely re-appropriating the frozen beer as a coolant. After one or two close calls with the police, Dreams and Arkitect closed out the night with fervor drawing together British-style techno, East Coast club music and West and South African rhythms into an intensely pleasurable melange. The Private Selection fellows are closing out 2014 with another party featuring the aforementioned residents as well as LA Club Resource representative Delivery on New Years. One not to miss, especially considering the general lack of quality across that particular date.

3.) NAAFI and J-Cush @ outdoor art space near the river

Another party easily walkable from my humble abode (unfortunately, quite rare) on an odd Wednesday night, the NAAFI crew (Lao, Paul Marmota and Mexican Jihad in this case) took over art gallery 356 Mission’s outdoor space and brought Lit City Trax head honcho J-Cush along with them. Essentially a large, fenced in parking lot, the space didn’t seem to bother any of the performers and the crowd, aided and abetted by free Modelo, was as ready to leave their respective shells as an LA crowd ever will be on a Wednesday night. More than the previous two parties listed here, NAAFI’s LA appearance hit my wheel spot with force, bringing out the dembow, kuduro, dancehall, ghetto house and grime I so rarely am allowed to obsess over in a club setting. The fact that the venue was very much un-club-like didn’t diminish my excitement at all, especially considering the Future Brown member’s midnight set. As the night got chillier, J-Cush brought up the tempo, clashing DJ Deeon with Youngstar and moving my more house and techno-oriented friends to ask, with a bewildered look on their face, if this is how club music is intended to be mixed. After all, it might seem natural to a deejay who spins across a number of tempos and feels comfortable mixing Bmore, grime and kuduro across a 10 minute span, but that frenetic pace is often is shocking to many punters, especially those used to the aseptic world of four-on-the-floor beats. Despite the odd placement on a Wednesday night, Lao, Marmota, Mexican Jihad and J-Cush turned the bizarre space into a fantastical open air club-cum-how to relate to the body.

imaabs

Over the course of the past twelve months, the trans-continental South/Central American dance scene seemed to grow in both confidence in recognition as producers from Chile to Mexico flexed their various reinterpretations of folks musics and dance forms. Moreso, artists like Lao and Paul Marmota, Tomas Urquieta and Imaabs transgressed the traditional world of house and techno, drafting up wildly creative takes on dance music that subverted the hegemonic, often racially inferred physical and technological spaces in their respective cities of Santiago and Mexico City. We snagged Imaabs to lay out his favorite releases of the year, drawing source material from Chilean, Mexican, American and British producers. Enjoy and excuse the language barrier!


A selection is always a constellation, each track has to be able to open dimensions, generating movement, shouts, expressions, the body into a future, that does not subtract and multiply , but rather becomes intense; several of these tracks are instrumental, very percussive, others have voices that produce some recognition, voice, usually on a track is a face in which we identify.

This selection of the 10 most important tracks for me in 2014 focuses on links that open. For example, Rushmore’s “Bitch Please” has been apex at parties I played in Chile and Mexico; Marmota with “Malianteo” reopens a recognition territory between Chile, the apocalyptic vibes and Latin America ; the masterpiece called “Black Jesus” of Vaskular & Valesushi, two Chilean friends, thrill mixed with a Latin-Dembow dimension with Deep House vibes. Meanwhile, Kid Antoine is very European, but an expert in a post-apocalyptic latin dimension and that reminds me of Marmota´s Nueva EP (out now on NAAFI), resonating in such extreme places as Mexico and Denmark.

With transformations in mind, a song from the last quarter is “How About” of Dinamarca x Zutzut, Kassandra’s soft voice resonates much to the work of Kelela, but achieves a density and quite distinct flavor. Tomás Urquieta, my fellow battles, built one of the most consistent Eps I’ve managed to hear in this last year, beyond thinking about the Club, this EP is out of it, or at its limit; Somebody called it a kind of Post-club. Future Brown, opens a window and a way of doing pop, thinking of the club, and this track, Wanna Party, is but a manifesto of those osmosis. Another track that impressed me was the 2014, is the remix by Cyphr to “Moments XTC” of Zutzut and Lao (Extasis/Her), and the original track had struck me, but when he left the remix… I Said: amazing.

Inevitably you can not do a review of 2014 without mentioning Neana; means most of the old continent as USA, considered him as someone to must be listened to; the consistency is not enough, and successes are needed hits to the expected visibility and consolidation; the remix he makes to SPF666 is required in any dj set. Finally another great Latin American producer going to have to talk this 2015, what impresses me greatly is the expertise that takes into percussions, I think unusual and very unlike anything that has been done regarding club music.