I’ve been sitting on this mix for a little while now. I just keep getting pulled back into it. I’d go as far as to say it’s redefining the music I follow and play.
Jubilee is a young turk from Brooklyn who is building up a reputation for serving up some of the rawest beats out there. Picking on producers as diverse as Bok Bok, Wiley, Roska, DJ Eastwood and Schlachthofbronx, the mix starts at pace and just keeps on sizzling.
I love the raw clanging of the French Fries’ Predator (Tomb Crew Remix) as it bleeds into the atonal warblings of WILDLIFE!’s Jumbie. I did start investigating French Fries and came across this stunner on Youtube from the Frenchman:
Not sure if I’m going to make it down tonite. My excuse is too many tasters among the fine wines of Calistoga.
And just in case you don’t make it, you can listen to Sety AKA Circus Company doing his thing on Resident Advisor. Expect a mix delving into the jazzier end of the techno spectrum. Clocking in at over 2 hours, this mix is a true smooooth journey through steamy dubby otherworldy beeps/clicks.
Sit back, light one up and relax. Or shadow dance like it’s 1994.
Well, one day we’ll be back in the sizzling hot sun of summer – stoop parties, hoards at every ice cream parlor, hanging out in parks with boom boxes blaring a boisterous roughneck soundtrack. Well, here in SF we’re still not quite there yet, but let’s start getting in the mood.
I originally posted part 1 of this J Period Dancehall Soundclash mix last year, and due to demand am offering up part 2 here. There’s no let-up in intensity, and we find ourselves once more engulfed in a heady concoction of dancehall, reggaeton, ragga, hip-hop and a spattering of jump-up pop classics.
Here’s the track names:
Lil Jon Interlude
Elephant Message Remix
Get Busy/Egyptian Interlude
Sweet To The Belly
Move Your Body
Killing A Sound Boy
Sound Bwoie Buriell
Look Into My Eyes
Shake That Thing
Paid Not Played
Paid Not Played Exclusive
No No No
Like A Rock Remix
Neva Scared Remix
Neva Scared Remix
I’ve had this category called ‘all over the place’ on this blog for a while… finally I’ve found the perfect subject matter. Last night at Benders for the opening of Noisepop, our man Har Mar was not just ‘all over the place’, but quite simply all in our face (one of our friends narrowly missed a teabagging). This indie court jester/rock hobbit has a stage act nonpareil.
To be honest, I’ve sampled his recorded music before and have never been that enthused. For the same reason I’ve passed up tickets to his show in the past. But the music really isn’t the point. It’s a prop along with the spandex cloak, the African tunic and, erm, his underpants. Not one to blush at pretentious ideas like artistic integrity, there’s even a spell of ‘yelling at the soundman’ drama, where HMS makes it clear the music player dishing out the backing track (including vocals from the likes of Beth Ditto and Karen O) is his fourth band member. The other two floppy-haired fellas being a bassist and drummer, both play it relatively straight as Har Mar pounces and preens through his dance/funk R&B, undressing at will.
Finally, the crowd has what it wants – HMS sporting little more than the garb that brought him into the world. And there, within his ‘barefaced cheek’ lies the crux of my enjoyment: Har Mar exults and adores us humans at our basest, most sordid, most ironic. Like a 40-year old accountant fantasizing about winning gold at the 100 meter sprint and getting it on with a supermodel. Har Mar just brings this fantasy to the stage as an urban yank version of the laughing Buddha. One that gets the last laugh.
I really don’t spend enough time keeping up with the colorful world of US street culture. When it comes down to it, I’m nowhere near as hip as ex-US president Bill Clinton. According to Justin Bua in this article for Vancouver student radio station CJSF, the erstwhile US pres has a bunch of Bua’s seminal artwork gracing various walls in his house.
For those of you that don’t know, Bua is a street artist who creates cartoonish portraits documenting the various cultural icons to be found in the lower stratas of the US social fabric, such as ‘The DJ’, featured here.
Check out this interview with the man himself interspersed with fitting old school hip hop classics from the likes of Afrika Bambaataa and Eric B and Rakim.
A bit of a departure this week from the normal fare of house music and its variants. On a recent visit to the mighty Amoeba Records on Haight Street in SF, I picked up a mix by J. Period.Checking out his bio, this guy has played with everyone from Lauren Hill and Q-Tip to more recent collaborations with the ace Somalian MC K’Naan (featured on this Thug Wife mix).
There’s some serious mixing here as Mr Period manages to jam over 60 tracks onto one CD. Let it be the soundtrack to your party or your chilling at home. Enjoy it as you cook, read, dance, play your favourite games on Getminted, or drive to work. It’s the mixtape of the year! Spanning dancehall and the bootier realm of hip hop, I guess if I had to sum up this mix in one word, then that would be: ’sizzling’. So, crack open a Red Stripe and let this one rip…
You Bring It
Give It To Me
Can You Do The Work?
Bad Man Chi Chi
Give Dem Di Shabba
Gal You Lead
Gal You Lead Remix
Hey Sexy Lady
Row Like A Boat
Ay Ay Ay Remix
Puerto Rico Interlude
Ay Que Bueno Reggaeton Remix
Dat Sexy Body
Jack It Up
Nuttin Nuh Go So
Get Low Remix
Well, this was the mi-summer mix from L-Vis 1990. But hang on – I’m in San Francisco. We’re actually half way through the second summer of the year. San Franciscans are treated to dense fog May through August so the halcyon days come in Spring and Autumn.
Blah, blah, blah. Back to the mix. This time L-Vis 1990 delivers a serious slow burner. The languid dubby bass meanders across clattering high-hats and strict tribal toms, treading on the toes of both dubstep and broken beat. A perfect soundtrack to watch wisps of fog melt into a welcome Indian summer.
Thanks to Tim from theargus.co.uk for pointing me in the direction of this mix from Brighton’s own Matty, a graphic designer who doubles up as a house DJ involved with the free underground movement that is Glock’N’Spiel.
This is a tight little mix that really get’s going about 15 minutes in. A jacking undercurrent keeps the thin minimal infrastructure lifted. I’d be interested to know what the tinkling little number is about 30 mins in but couldn’t dig up a tracklisting for this one.
There’s a bit more info here, but I’m afraid that’s all I’ve got for the time being.
So, finally, after about 18 months I may finally get out to Kontrol – one of SF’s prime house/techno nights.
Agnès is due to be headlining tonight. A Swiss producer with a penchant for dubbed out minimal productions. For some reason I don’t get to check out much minimal these days, so looking forward to seeing what Kontrol has to offer.
In the meantime, here’s a taste of the man himself in the mix recorded at Hidden in NYC.
There’s a point where tech house meets techno (or the lighter side of techno) and I get really confused on definitions. Although I know the less-pedantic amongst you would yell ‘who cares???’.
Still, the pedant in me yearns to call this techno, at least in structure if not in song. The building in the mix happens at the percussive level and the tracks drift in as layers. It’s smooth yet muscular.
OK, enough of that. With appearances from Will Saul, Tim Sheridan, Dirty Vegas and D Ramirez himself, I urge you to don some headphones and freak out to this.