Mmm, yeaah. I hear some of my obligatory/familiar/favorite house music sounds in here. Jacques Greene, you’re working my libido with this one. Watch for his latest drop on the 14th of December. Xmas prezzie?
Destroyer has been my mountain-breezy acoustic crush for over a couple years now, and while I recognize artists aren’t strictly for my personal consumption, I felt a pang of (sorrowy) poop drip from my butt when I saw his new single featured on GvB. So, instead of inappropriately kicking around like a child dropped off at daycare, I am unleashing him to the yeahD community. Now, let Destroyer guide your way up Mt. Washington so you can finally slap that crunchy-granola sticker on the back of your bumper with a shred of decency.
Destroyer – Chinatown
Destroyer – Painter in Your Pocket
what a deplorable excuse for a human, fuck you so what i shat my trousers. midday motherless should be the theme of any protracted and hedonistic bender – easily justified as motivational pre-finals push… to celebrate the fact that i cant remember when i last washed my hair, i crown a pair of oversized headphones and dance around my place in my socks and jocks. moral of the story boys and girls… grime is great.
Egyptic – Beats Antique
Bang That – An-ten-nae
Bleep – Akira Kiteshi
Solution – Lunice
808 Track – Bassnectar
Southpaw – Datisk
Toilet – Lorn
Hot Right Now – Bassnectar
(photo via the decibel tolls)
a month ago i ended up at a hostel in north london. sunday was halloween, which was a wash up except for the purchase of a £40 slice… some guy named robert gave us the number. monday, we smoked spliffs and browsed the tate modern. we ran through the evening rush hour underground and crammed into crowded tube cars to stop ‘home’ before the show. there, we ate £4 chicken burger meals and mixed take away drinks of pineapple juice and gin. ariel pink’s haunted graffiti didn’t go on til 10 so we made the walk from kings cross to islington and chugged from our plastic bottles, a la freshman year of high school.
we saw the venue ahead and turned left to find a gaggle of forty fixed gears chained to the corner bike stands. finished our cigarettes while playing ‘count the fixies at ariel pink’, then headed into the garage. a robust woman at the bar carded all three of us and scowled when she read we were twenty. beers in hand, we pushed our way towards the front and settled for fifteen yards from the stage. we sipped and waited. smoke soon clouded the stage and blue lights cast down to reveal the men’s silhouettes. three songs in, pat turned to me and said, “is this real? …they’re too good.” hands flew up and voices screamed when the guitars of ’round and round’ started in. i lost my mind when that segway-ed into ‘life in la’ and actually stood still in disbelief as ‘for kate i wait’ echoed out just a couple songs later. whoever says lo fi doesn’t translate live hasn’t seen ariel pink’s haunted graffiti.
check out this ’09 vid where he bangs a bohg on stage & still kills the song (my favorite):