I'm going as this guy for Halloween

When ever we talk about music that is dark, forebording, or ominous, the review at some point always compares it to either Blade Runner or makes the analogy that it could be the music from a dystopian future. I know, because I do this all the time. This new Andy Stott album will inevitably be compared to the soundtrack of some future where the sun doesn't exist anymore and all or our brains have been replaced with computer chips. Yes, this is a dark album. For sure. But that does not mean it doesn't beat.

Honestly, you know what this reminds me of? Mid to late career Tom Waits sort of. Tom waits would take dark sounds made from unrecognizable instruments and place them in songs where they were surrounded with just as many other unrecognizable instruments to create song that was one part carnival and one part haunted house. Andy Stott's songs are not nearly as playful, but listening to a track like Bad Wires you can hear how this guy is on just a different wavelength than other electronic musicians. This is barley an electronic song. It is going to be classified as an electronic track, but I think that is sort of missing the point.

This machine kills Fascists

It's been a long day. This is going to be short. If you don't like it, then don't click on the link. But, if you think people should stop being exploited for the rich few, then maybe you should click on it.

Occupy Wall St.

My detailed calculations on how much codeine one should sip

There is a special place in hell for microeconomics, shitty written microeconomics textbooks, and microeconomics teachers that confuse entire classes. I'm just saying.

Just saying.

Some clown decided to take this song and do a chopped and screwed version, which is just absurd. Who would ever listen to this and think, "you know what, this track just is not slow enough. If only he had slowed it down by enough third. If only he had drank even more syrup, maybe then I would like it more." Whoever did that probably needs to stop drinking so much drank.




As you can see, the 'Big' in Big Moe was simply a declaratory fact. He, literally, was big. Besides the damage carrying all that weight around will do to your heart, being addicted to drank probably doesn't help a whole lot. But it will possibly make you an awesome rapper. It is a true cost/benefit analysis. You could not drink drank and be an average rapper or you could drink drank and have a bad ass hoe from the south side, just sitting on the bar, and stunning like a star. But then, you might get attacked and your heart may explode. If I knew what was happening in my econ class I might be able to graph this for you. Sadly, I don't, so my suggestion would be drink drank until you are sitting at the bar stunning like a star, at that point you probably don't need to drink anymore.

Mark McGuire is greater than Slash

Fall is here in full force, I finally get to walk down the street and buy a Yuengling tonight, and this Mark McGuire song is the shit.



God. Damn. Do I love Mark McGuire. He solo album from last year was amazing and some how this one is even better.

He is a man using his guitar to fight the forces of evil. A man with a single mindedness towards laying waste to all that stand in his way. He decided years ago to use his guitar shredding skills to shine the light of justice in the crevices of society where all things evil and unjust reside.

He woke up one day and said, "no longer will evil and tyranny spread its poison across this land. I will hunt each and everyone of them down and use my own hands to bring justice upon them. I will strike them down with my ax and dip my hands in their blood and spread it into the ground where darkness once was. Anywhere there is evil I will be in search of it to level justice upon it. Anywhere there is tyranny I will find it and destroy it. You will know me by the dead I leave in my wake."

He seems like a pretty intense dude if you ask me.

Clams Casino? Clams Casino! Clams. Casino.

No, this is technically not "new".

Yes, my love of all things Clams Casino has been disclosed previously.

No, I'm not going to stop posting Clams Casino tracks. It's my internet and I do what I want.

Seriously though, album of the year? I need a compelling reason to not make it that, and as of early October I don't have one.

It amazes me that these tracks were originally suppose to be used for rappers to rhyme over. No one looks at a Andy Warhol piece and says, "you know what this looks like a good place to start my painting, I'll just start painting on top of this." This isn't an attack on Lil' B for his version, I don't know who out there is going to jump on this track and make it better. Why take something that is already totally fucking awesome and muddy it up with something else. It only distracts the listener from what is already perfect. Great jazz musicians use to talk about how the absence of a note is just as important as the presence of a note - there is an instance where we have the perfect amount of notes, we really don't have to add anymore.

Rarely do producers beats do much for me. Of course you have the outliers, but rarely do I want to just listen to the producer's beats. Clearly, Clams Casino is different than most other producers out there right now and I would venture to say it is because of the space or atmosphere he creates with his songs. "I'm God" is a perfect example of a track that is this mixture of ethereal and airy-ness. When I use the term space I mean it in a literally way - you can feel and hear the spaces in the track. The little moments of silence and hiccups between beats and the vocal track break up the continuity of the the track and add another dimension of depth. The song reminds me a lot of the album cover. What seems to be a close up picture of black marble is really just a visual of the sounds on this album. The cracks in the marble reveal shades of white and gray while the disjointedness of the production breaks open previous ideas of beat making and creates whole new ways of looking at it.

Or I'm thinking about it way to hard and it is just a totally bitching album.