Thursday, June 9, 2011

Who is DJ Permanent Press?

Some artists want to be DJs because they want to be the center of attention. They want millions of people to know their names and what they look like. They want to be able to show up at any club or any party and take the DJ booth and do whatever they want for as long as they want. They want the perks that come along with the fame of everyone knowing your name - the drugs, the cash, the girls.

And then, every once in a blue moon, their are artists like DJ Permanent Press who do everything they can to avoid the lime light. Of course this game of guess who only works for so long. Eventually your fans demand to know who you are, they can't continue to live in a world with out having a name put with a face. And that is how this story is different. DJ Permanent Press has somehow become one of the biggest name in electronic music that no one has heard of.

If you have not been going to the most secretive of secretive shows in Sao Paulo, Berlin, or Tokyo you probably have missed him. Getting accurate information about him, his travels, his life style are notoriously tricky to come upon and even harder to verify. I was able to get a couple minuets with the elusive artist this weekend and learned about his fascinating life story.

DJ Permanent Press, who will not divulge his real name, was born to a family of gypsies in western Europe. The exact location is hard to pin down the DJ says because there is no record in any hospital of his birth let alone who his mother or father was. His childhood was spent being shuttled between one gypsy commune to another through out western and central Europe. He did divulge that he spent some time living on a house boat on the Seine River in Paris for several years were his caretakers who two midgets that only had two working eyes between them. He said he learned his appreciation for electronic music from these caretakers. They opened his young ears to early electronic music and their was no going back. To gain access to the early records that he wanted to hear he would routinely create elaborate hoaxes with these two-semi blind caretakers at record stores throughout Paris where he would steal albums from the stores and listen to them later on their houseboat.
DJ Permanent Press was unable to stay long in Paris though, by the age of 12 he had already broken the hearts of multiple uber-rich heiresses around Paris and stolen significant amounts of money from them. On the run from these families, and the law, DJ Permanent Press relocated to a secluded castle in southern Germany that was owned by a family friend. For the next four years he would slave away at his music and his craft in this castle until at the age of 16 he had put the finishing touches on his first album. "My Body Needs To Talk To You". Sadly, DJ Permanent Press only produced 10 copies of the album due to the fact that he had carved each one into hot wax. Only 4 known copies exist and they are estimated to be worth millions.

From the success of just that one album DJ Permanent Press has been touring the world over DJing the most secretive parties. Rumor has it he was asked to DJ Will and Kate's royal wedding after party in a abandoned catacomb under the streets of London but turned it down due to fear of being seen by too many people. He is routinely be spotted in the most exotic spots around the world with the most exotic and beautiful woman. His home base seems to be in Berlin, although he wouldn't verify that fact, but sources say he has hand build a state of the art studio out of a solid granite block in a undisclosed location in the suburbs of Berlin.

We are proud to present a special one-time mix my DJ Permanent Press here on Denim/On/Denim. Enjoy.

















Wednesday, June 8, 2011




See this person on this record cover? That is exactly what this song sounds like. I couldn't have picked a better fucking photo.

I know nothing about The Project Club who did the original, Lovefingers who did the remix, or Raymond Richards who plays pedal steel on the remix, but, god damn, they are on to something.

The first four minutes of this album is spacey xylophone just playing the same few cords, with some random bongos and tom drums thrown in for good measure. The whole time their is a single guitar picking away at a breezy, summery line that just seems to float there.

But then around minute four shit gets serious. The guitar line just disappears and is replaced by some amazing ghostly like pedal steel guitar that just floats and quakes above the drums. It is some beautiful stuff that alone would make any song fantastic but when paired with the fabulous production of this song it really works amazingly well.

The whole thing is like sitting on a beach watching a sunset. God damn, I need a drink.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Endless Summer Vol. 1

I'm sitting out on my porch right now watching nothing really. Just staring. Thinking about how this town is some sort of combination of gray, brown, wet, and windy for what seems like eight months out of the year. And then I think about the four months were Green becomes an option in the town's color pallet.

I promised summer jams yesterday. If I'm anything I'm a man of my word.

First, what are we looking for in a summer jam. I feel like it can be broken up into a couple of distinct categories. First you have the blistering anthem sing-along song that gets dropped sometime between May and late August, see: "Fuck You" by Cee-Lo. Next you have, my favorite songs, the onces that just sound like summer. The ones that you want to roll around in your car and watch people go by. For me, its either sitting on a porch with a beer or thinking that this song would totally be bitching in a club in Europe at three in the morning. (Which is odd because the latter of those two ideas is a made up idea because I have never been in a club in Europe let alone at three in the morning. I just have an idea of what that would sound like.)

Ok, enough already. Here is the first a string of posts that will run the length of the summer of summer jams. Give me some suggestions in the comments on what I should add.

Another group in the never ending stream of groups coming out on DFA that you will most likely never hear from again. It's amazing. These groups just swoop in from no were, blow your mind and then just disappear into the night never to be heard from again. As for this one, "Since We Last Met" is so minimal, there are so little amount of things going on that it feels like at any point in time it could simply just float away. I swear, if those drums didn't come in around the third minute this thing would simple just dissolve into a mess of bubbles and blow away in the mind.

Oh my god, I just wanna go out and burn some shit, get drunk, and then go kiss some girls. In that order.

I like to think that DJ Kaos is still living in 1980 in some Italian city where the party just has not ended. Also, easily one of the top five sexiest songs ever. If my feelings toward Scarlett Johanson were a dance song it would be this song. And a little creepy, but like a fun creepy.

Little known fact, this song was made with real sunbeams. Honestly.

In my mind you can't have a summer jam list without one song from Juan Maclean. Jesus. Amazingly bright house beat laying the foundation for a vocal track that totally nails it. Well done.

Vocals that just repeat "Sort of like a dream? No, better." Check.
Windmills. Check.
Distorted strings and a mean ass beat. Check.

The name of this song is fucking "Beach Party". What else do you need?

R Kelly doesn't understand why dudes bring their girls to the club, because when they go to the bathroom he is totally gonna flirt. Real talk.

1980's Italian Disco via 2007 Baltimore, Maryland.

I could do this all day.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Summer Dub (Winter Electronic Mix)

It's summer here in central Ohio. We went straight from cold, rainy season into hot humid sticky season. Just blew right through spring, say for a couple nice days, and here we are, in summer.

Seeing how it is summer normally this would call for some super happy fun time summer jams, and don't worry we are going to get to those but first we are going to soak in some deep dark electronic music. This shit is the shit. Maybe this is what space sounds like. Wait for the vocals to drop for the first time in second minute and you will know what I'm talking about.

I had never heard of Andy Stott prior to this EP but it is stunning. Super dark and textured spacey jams that just spread out in every different direction. I want to do nothing more than be in a dark ass club at 3:30 in the morning listening to this at a deafening level.



Here is another one of his tunes from an album that he released last year. Hot shit too. Tomorrow, summer jams. I promise.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

A 21st Century Winter


Ride your mechanical beast to heaven. Ride your beautiful bitch to the ultimate sin.