Interviewer: Why do you make your songs so noisy with feedback?
Jiim Reid: The last record had no feedback on it.
William Reid: The last record was acoustic mate.
Jim: It still ‘ad no feedback.
Will: Look, it’s all reverb anyway, not feedback.
-Jesus and Mary Chain
Honestly have never gotten into J&MC. There’s always tomorrow, tho.
Well, this is a sublime treat. I started writing an essay I never finished a little over a year ago entitled “Exoticism On The Dance Floor” that attempted to account for the ever-growing interest in the idea of imagined ethnographic records or albums that serve as the soundtrack to an imaginary domain alongside the endlessly tiresome pillaging of the ethnographic aesthetic. And that trend can certainly be lumped in with the ever-growing lot of mallet bros. banging on about fourth world music. Either way, the Dutch duo of Phil van Dulm and Alexander Bartels turn in a second album for Canada’s Silent Season imprint that seeks to soundtrack Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin’s final years in the islands of French Polynesia. Van Dulm and Bartels excel at weaving a rich, relaxing tapestry that willfully eschews any lazy ‘ambient’ tags and even lazier 21st century exotica. Of course, Gaugin’s more-than questionable history with young girls is generally elided (unless I missed something, which, always a possibility!) If you haven’t, I recommend scoping Roxanne Gay’s essay that touches on Gaugin and a host of other shitty men.
I won’t lie: nearly twenty years on since his defining Loop Finding Jazz Records and I’m still clicking on Jan Jelinek’s new material with a slight hope that it will see him returning to the grayscale mnml pasture upon which he made his name. Of course, that feeling usually resides once I open myself up to being moved by whatever form his latest sleight of hand assumes and this remix of Lucrecia Dalt is no exception, a warm and hazy radio play for a virtual ensemble.
Global village-inflected Belgian New Beat? Guess there’s a reason this goes at least $170 over on the ‘scogs. If you’re the type who tells everyone how underrated Enya is—some of us were hip to that fact in the 90s and still didn’t care;)—then this probably is your JAM.
Been enjoying making my way through The Advent’s Kombination Research output, in particular the B2 cuts that see the producer’s UK techno-friendly thump get ironed out into an aggressively psychedelic electro pattern. This has been a particular highlight. In other electro findings, finally made my way to the oft-sampled Cybonix and their piano house thump on “Shake Your Body.”
OK, so it’s a total coincidence that I’ve posted two Gucci-featuring tracks in a row but this song has been in my head too much for me not to post it. And hey, it’s scucci! I’ve held a begrudging respect for Bruno Mars since he and Mark Ronson raided that Purple Snow comp some years back. Why begrudging? Well, despite having the definition of a sugar-sweet voice, dude just gets on my nerves in the most superficial and silly of ways. I genuinely like his music tho. And while Kodak’s verse is very uncharacteristically whatever, his choice to go shirtless for the video and live his best life steals the whole goddamn thing, providing the meme comedians of the world with plenty of future ammo. Memes kinda gross me out.
I am a taxpaying, churchgoing, kid-raising American citizen. If I work hard all day and want to smoke a joint and stare at the fireplace for three hours, that’s my civil liberty.
If you grew up watching PBS with your mom in the 90s, then hopefully the above quote makes you giggle as well<3 And maybe cringe a bit.