Pazz and Jop 2014
Albums:
10. Objekt: Flatland (PAN)
This British-born, Berlin-based wannabe technomancer's Freerotation DJ set is friendlier and more varied. But it's also 90 minutes long. Flatland captures his concentration in digestible form. For a lark, we asked 100 IDM enthusiasts in a blindfold test to identify which of these eleven tracks was the interlude. Not a single one could answer because all eleven sound like interlocking devices, hence the well-chosen Objekt moniker. Or perhaps "étude" is the more appropriate designation since except for some mushy moments in the middle, each track is a study in how to maintain a beat no matter how many squiggly noises you throw at it. Not really danceable and maybe not all that intelligent. But definitely Music, a product as coldly functional as a Nest thermostat learning how to read humans.
9. Toni Braxton & Babyface: Love, Marriage & Divorce (Motown)
Heterosexuality - the ultimate novelty. From "Love is Strange" to "My Baby Daddy" to "Somebody That I Used to Know," it provides variety and he said/she said drama. But yo - when I called for a disco takeover, I didn't mean at the expense of all R&B and non-EDM-infused hip-hop ever. Babyface's disappearance from the Hot 100 as well as Braxton's need to reality TV it up in order to stay relevant are tragedies of the highest musical order. The creators of one of the five most gutwrenchingly gorgeous ballads in recording history ("There's No Me Without You") deserve better. So while this is the best soap opera/quasi-concept album since Koffee Brown's Mars/Venus, I prefer to hear it as an angry rejoinder to the erasure of black voices on the radio/charts, especially in "I Wish," the one track Braxton wrote so nakedly by herself: "I hope she gives you a disease/So that you will see/But not enough to make you die/But only make you cry/Like you did to me."
8. Jason Derulo: Talk Dirty (Warner Bros.)
To gain a sense of the confused state of R&B in the teens, Talk Dirty repackages 2013's full-length Tattoos which was released only as a five-song EP in the States as if such distinctions mattered anymore. And, surprise surprise, the lead single was the well-named EDM stomper "The Other Side." Nevertheless, this was the giddiest ear grab of 2014. The promises of marriage don't prove Derulo the most generous love man standing; the ever-cascading hooks do - marching bands, bubblegum pops, sexy slide whistles, iPhone 5 Lollipop Kids, Balkan Beat Box horns. Best song: "Trumpets" which reminds me of "You Remind Me of Something" and all the other songs that get my honeys hot. Best hook: an almost prelapsarian running time of 37:54.
7. tUnE-yArDs: Nikki Nack (4AD)
Gunning for artist of the decade, Merrill Garbus streamlines her Pere Ubu-Laura Nyro fusion while remaining impatient, demanding, and almost maniacally extroverted. Even through the unpredictable phrasing and uncategorizable detail, she seems more relatable now in both personal (procrastination worries, a love song to her support network) and political modes (the West as cannibals). Her "Paper Planes" can't be far behind.
6. Run The Jewels: Run The Jewels 2 (Mass Appeal)
Still austere like the dystopic 1970s/1980s sci-fi flicks their synths (and sometimes raps) evoke. But this second collaboration between Killer Mike and El-P showcases many austerities, several abrasive ones to a track, an abundant austerity, if you will. That helps the words go down until...you read the words which evoke the existential terror of the present dystopias in Ferguson, Staten Island, Cleveland, where next. If "From the womb to the tomb/Why do we fight to live?" seems a bit lightweight, try "It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings." And if it sounds like they're wallowing, know that they're already recording Run The Jewels 3.
5. Pinch & Mumdance: Pinch B2B Mumdance (Tectonic)
As with the disappearance of R&B artists from the Hot 100, we should be fuming about the elimination of MCs from the weightless nu-grime pumped in the 2014 Rewind issue of The Wire. But Mumdance has already proven himself and then some in the realm of grime proper with the arresting clangfest "Take Time" featuring Novelist. So why shouldn't he indulge his arty instrumental side here? This mix, available the previous year for free here in slightly different form, takes a while to get going. But soon the industrial grind starts to give off sparks, especially with the flushing cash registers on Mumdance's own "The Sprawl." Don't think Dizzee Rascal sans Dizzee. Think the climactic triptych from Ministry's Twitch as aesthetic strategy.
4. Parquet Courts: Sunbathing Animal (What's Your Rupture?)
They've already become indie rock gods by recalling damn near every band in the Pantheon. So today, I invoke The Feelies for their ability to leave you "tingling with a head full of empty," a description courtesy of John Piccarella that suits even better the barn-raising title track/song-not-single of the year. Tomorrow, I shall invoke Pavement for the band's tense, kinetic way with the slow ones. The next day, The Fall for their fecundity and totally wired danceability. And I cannot wait for their equivalent of The Complete Peel Sessions. It's gonna be a stunner.
3. Wussy: Attica! (Shake It!)
I am too down with the Apollonian, to choose a word beloved by Alfred Soto. Although I didn't think it possible, the bar band of dreams' fifth album just might be their best yet even though "Bug" so does not hint at death metal (wha??) and they haven't, and will never, surpass Sonic Youth in the distorto-guitar sweepstakes. Such caterwaul has no play in their modest, but heroic, project which is to locate the humane in a world of broken dreams and burning homes, a sensibility echoed by their benevolent and frankly beautiful fanbase. But, to paraphase Xgau on another modest act, if Wussy are ever to escape the cult status they're sick of, they'd better pick up some pizzazz somewhere, say, from...
2. Miranda Lambert: Platinum (RCA Nashville)
...country's reigning artist. I'll tackle the low point ("Automatic") later. But the fact that I even want to salvage it should demonstrate my love for this album. It's spunkier, rowdier, flashier than either Pistol Annies outing. And it's a veritable shrine to the craft of songwriting with choruses that buck our expectations and codas that could survive a nuclear blast. Just in time for that godawful Dangerous Minds "exposé" on "how mind-numbingly formulaic and shitty Country pop music has become" (hells no I won't link to it).
1. Mindtroll: EP #4 (Bandcamp)
Four songs with a total time shorter than my #9 single. Face it - albums are just so 2013. These four arty goofballs create a spare yet busy sound in Brooklyn with a sugar intake that suggests a less funky but equally fractured Stick Men. Subjects include falling into a well and making a pun out of it, avoiding a gangsta cat who won't hesitate to slash your tires, not falling for a toddler's bullshit, and losing your hat which latter song splinters into four different directions in under two minutes. Sounds includes seagulls, meows, and voices shouting over one another. "Baby Sluts" skewers the nuturing instinct as scandalously as She Mob's "Teacher." But Mindtroll know the ways of the child. They're brats trying to romance our kneecaps. And if you have any tolerance whatsoever for hyperactive self-indulgence, you might just pick them up.
Singles:
10. Capital Cities feat. André 3000: "Farrah Fawcett Hair" (Lazy Hook/Capitol)
Would that all listicles could be so soulful. Tom T. Hall will cover. Drag queens already have.
9. Jack J: "Something (On My Mind)" (Mood Hut)
No surprise this ten-minute slab of melancholy jazzy house comes from a cold climate (Vancouver). The chattering, unstable drums, the Vitamin D-deficient keyboards moans, the desolate sax peals all add up to a soundtrack more appropriate for an aimless wintry walk than the dancefloor. The walk might clear your head. Or it might be your final destination because you have nowhere else to go.
8. Fly Young Red: "Throw That Boy Pussy" (Fly Young Red)
Nicki Minaj, allow me to point you to the best ass eater although he won't be dining at your prodigious mounds. Hells yes this is here because Fly's so damn fly and his ode to man-to-man anilingus is as nasty as it wants to be. But mostly it's here for the reference to Biz Markie's "Just a Friend" which signals Fly's intention to take up a place in hip-hop history. I look forward to 25 years from now when some queer (or not) rapper references "Throw That Boy Pussy" as a matter of course.
7. Dominique Young Unique: "Throw It Down" (Sony)
Now that Ms. Unique has placed four singles (see below) on my top ten lists so far this decade, I'm forced to ponder her failure to generate buzz alongside Azealia Banks or even Minaj. Maybe she puts so much care into her music that she forgets to radiate personality through her raps. In any event, "Throw It Down" brings the noise, rings the alarm, throws it down, all that, with PE squeals for texture, a Knight Rider rip as connective tissue, and a chorus that does nothing but stutter. Stutter toughly, that is.
6. Le Youth ft. Dominique Young Unique: "Dance With Me" (Sony)
Unique's rap is mere decoration here. But it serves to slam home this silky dance track's central conceit - a stream of consciousness exhumation of TLC's "No Scrubs." In typical disco fashion, it doesn't need to sit still to honor the past. History on the fly, in the mix as it were, simultaneously looking back and pushing forward.
5. Rae Sremmurd: "No Flex Zone" (Eardrumma/Interscope)
Here's hoping these two teens from Tupelo never lose their stuffed-up, adolescent timbre because they could get over by rapping their iPhone contacts. Instead, they had the catchiest chorus of the year and a motto that forbids not boasting but being mean. Then they spend the rest of the track boasting.
4. Clean Bandit ft. Jess Glynne: "Rather Be" (Atlantic/Warner)
There was no reason why this UK #1/US #10 should have worked. Brits who took the Pet Shop Boys' fantasy of Debussy to a disco beat a bit too seriously, this cello-violin-drums-laptop combo portended the worst case of arid talent and virtuosity superseding all other signs of pop life. But their previous hit, "Mozart's House," impressed me by ridiculing classical (and any other) types who think EDM is repetitive ("it is re-repetitive!" they boast) and "Rather Be" disarmed me completely. My favorite music moment of 2014 occurs when the beat drops out of the chorus not to construct a mini break but for sweet eccentricity's sake. And the lyrics contain a poptimist motto for the ages: "Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me."
3. MC Bin Laden feat. MC 2K: "Passinho do Faraó" (KLProdutora)
An evangelical Christian with a flock of kids in costumes to do his crazed musical bidding, MC Bin Laden reduces the already spare sound of baile funk to whatever step is just above acapella. His rhythms sputter like a steam engine, frequently breaking down or swerving off course unpredictably. Vocals and sound effects hang together in irritating repetitions. No clue what's going on lyrically here. Something about a pharaoh with a voice intoning "tumba...tumba...tumba" over and over. But this is just a placeholder anyway for his overall oeuvre every example of which I've adored including the dozens of numbers he performs like spontaneous outbursts of song on the streets. Best of all, he's avoided the ostentaçao (ostentatious) variant of baile funk because, according to this informative Afropop Worldwide article, it "encourages poor people of the favelas to spend money that they don’t have." In short, his music is spare yet busy, even rich, just like Mindtroll's. Hmmm - seems to be a theme nowadays.
2. Stitches: "Brick In Yo Face" (Stitches_TMI)
A Facebook friend wondered how he'd get a job with that AK-47 tattooed on his face. But he branded himself for the sins of us drips living the straight and narrow. And you should bow down to him because this is one lumbering dinosaur of a cartoon. Go ahead and spend your energy determining how real his commitment is to dealing bricks of cocaine. I prefer to thrill to the moment when he screams "I love selling blow," easily the money shot of the year. Live, he hoists mock bricks filled with flour at select lucky fans. Stitches, I promise to take one to the face...if I don't have to work the next morning.
1. How To Dress Well: "Repeat Pleasure (A. G. Cook Remix)" (PC Music)
Unlike "Brick In Yo Face," the output of the London-based PC Music empire rarely got past the theoretical stage. Too much of it sounded like twisted ideas about housey chart pop and chirpy video game soundtracks rather than the thing itself - fascinating to ponder but rather abstract in the end. But label owner A. G. Cook's radical reconstruction of How To Dress Well's (né Tom Krell) swirly neo-soul transcends ye olde parody/pastiche distinction. On one level, it's a prank on the order of "I Knelt 2day Where Jesus Knelt" in which Lisa Suckdog switches the speed on a 33-rpm Christian record to 45-rpm for the last word of the title hymn. Cook severely pitch shifts Krell's vocals for a woozy, psychedelic effect akin to the opening of The Poppy Family's "There No Blood in Bone" before the singing eventually proceeds untreated. He even seems to honor the song's gravitas with a backdrop of nothing more than huge held synth chords. Then Krell revs into his falsetto for the line "pleasure repeats on and on/even broken my heart will go on," the song's gushiest, most vulnerable point, indeed its climax. But Cook extracts only "broken my heart will go" and repeats it well past the point of absurdity. It's juvenile and obnoxious, a bad joke. Unlike Celine Dion, his heart will not go on as the remix now means to bleed the song of its gravitas. And then a miracle happens. Cook clings to the repetition so long that it becomes an element in its own right. It is a pleasure that repeats on and on. He loves this thing so much that he structures yellow stars and pink clovers around it. The immense chords return, firing off like a steel mill furnace now, and so does a brief spell of untreated singing. And then the repeated pleasure comes back like an inevitability, cocooned in the warmth as a gargantuan chord change sends it into the stratosphere. I hear an idiot transmission from outer space. I hear David in A.I. Artificial Intelligence safe for eternity under the watchful eye of The Blue Fairy. I hear all the dorks and misfits who ever found life in the repetitions and gimmickry of popular music floating in peace at last amongst the deities.
Albums
1. Mindtroll: EP #4 (Bandcamp)
2. Miranda Lambert: Platinum (RCA Nashville)
3. Wussy: Attica! (Shake It!)
4. Parquet Courts: Sunbathing Animal (What's Your Rupture?)
5. Pitch & Mumdance: Pinch B2B Mumdance (Tectonic)
6. Run The Jewels: Run The Jewels 2 (Mass Appeal)
7. tUnE-yArDs: Nikki Nack (4AD)
8. Jason Derulo: Talk Dirty (Warner Bros.)
9. Toni Braxton & Babyface: Love, Marriage & Divorce (Motown)
10. Objekt: Flatland (PAN)
Singles
1. How To Dress Well: "Repeat Pleasure (A. G. Cook Remix)" (PC Music)
2. Stitches: "Brick In Yo Face" (Stitches_TMI)
3. MC Bin Laden feat. MC 2K: "Passinho do Faraó" (KLProdutora)
4. Clean Bandit ft. Jess Glynne: "Rather Be" (Atlantic/Warner)
5. Rae Sremmurd: "No Flex Zone" (Eardrumma/Interscope)
6. Le Youth ft. Dominique Young Unique: "Dance With Me" (Sony)
7. Dominique Young Unique: "Throw It Down" (Sony)
8. Fly Young Red: "Throw That Boy Pussy" (Fly Young Red)
9. Jack J: "Something (On My Mind)" (Mood Hut)
10. Capital Cities: "Farrah Fawcett Hair" (Lazy Hook/Capitol)
And I didn't even have room for Shamir's gloriously fruity "On The Regular," Katy Perry's chorusless-but-not-really "Dark Horse," Usher ready to get down on "Good Kisser," etc.
10. Objekt: Flatland (PAN)
This British-born, Berlin-based wannabe technomancer's Freerotation DJ set is friendlier and more varied. But it's also 90 minutes long. Flatland captures his concentration in digestible form. For a lark, we asked 100 IDM enthusiasts in a blindfold test to identify which of these eleven tracks was the interlude. Not a single one could answer because all eleven sound like interlocking devices, hence the well-chosen Objekt moniker. Or perhaps "étude" is the more appropriate designation since except for some mushy moments in the middle, each track is a study in how to maintain a beat no matter how many squiggly noises you throw at it. Not really danceable and maybe not all that intelligent. But definitely Music, a product as coldly functional as a Nest thermostat learning how to read humans.
9. Toni Braxton & Babyface: Love, Marriage & Divorce (Motown)
Heterosexuality - the ultimate novelty. From "Love is Strange" to "My Baby Daddy" to "Somebody That I Used to Know," it provides variety and he said/she said drama. But yo - when I called for a disco takeover, I didn't mean at the expense of all R&B and non-EDM-infused hip-hop ever. Babyface's disappearance from the Hot 100 as well as Braxton's need to reality TV it up in order to stay relevant are tragedies of the highest musical order. The creators of one of the five most gutwrenchingly gorgeous ballads in recording history ("There's No Me Without You") deserve better. So while this is the best soap opera/quasi-concept album since Koffee Brown's Mars/Venus, I prefer to hear it as an angry rejoinder to the erasure of black voices on the radio/charts, especially in "I Wish," the one track Braxton wrote so nakedly by herself: "I hope she gives you a disease/So that you will see/But not enough to make you die/But only make you cry/Like you did to me."
8. Jason Derulo: Talk Dirty (Warner Bros.)
To gain a sense of the confused state of R&B in the teens, Talk Dirty repackages 2013's full-length Tattoos which was released only as a five-song EP in the States as if such distinctions mattered anymore. And, surprise surprise, the lead single was the well-named EDM stomper "The Other Side." Nevertheless, this was the giddiest ear grab of 2014. The promises of marriage don't prove Derulo the most generous love man standing; the ever-cascading hooks do - marching bands, bubblegum pops, sexy slide whistles, iPhone 5 Lollipop Kids, Balkan Beat Box horns. Best song: "Trumpets" which reminds me of "You Remind Me of Something" and all the other songs that get my honeys hot. Best hook: an almost prelapsarian running time of 37:54.
7. tUnE-yArDs: Nikki Nack (4AD)
Gunning for artist of the decade, Merrill Garbus streamlines her Pere Ubu-Laura Nyro fusion while remaining impatient, demanding, and almost maniacally extroverted. Even through the unpredictable phrasing and uncategorizable detail, she seems more relatable now in both personal (procrastination worries, a love song to her support network) and political modes (the West as cannibals). Her "Paper Planes" can't be far behind.
6. Run The Jewels: Run The Jewels 2 (Mass Appeal)
Still austere like the dystopic 1970s/1980s sci-fi flicks their synths (and sometimes raps) evoke. But this second collaboration between Killer Mike and El-P showcases many austerities, several abrasive ones to a track, an abundant austerity, if you will. That helps the words go down until...you read the words which evoke the existential terror of the present dystopias in Ferguson, Staten Island, Cleveland, where next. If "From the womb to the tomb/Why do we fight to live?" seems a bit lightweight, try "It's all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings." And if it sounds like they're wallowing, know that they're already recording Run The Jewels 3.
5. Pinch & Mumdance: Pinch B2B Mumdance (Tectonic)
As with the disappearance of R&B artists from the Hot 100, we should be fuming about the elimination of MCs from the weightless nu-grime pumped in the 2014 Rewind issue of The Wire. But Mumdance has already proven himself and then some in the realm of grime proper with the arresting clangfest "Take Time" featuring Novelist. So why shouldn't he indulge his arty instrumental side here? This mix, available the previous year for free here in slightly different form, takes a while to get going. But soon the industrial grind starts to give off sparks, especially with the flushing cash registers on Mumdance's own "The Sprawl." Don't think Dizzee Rascal sans Dizzee. Think the climactic triptych from Ministry's Twitch as aesthetic strategy.
4. Parquet Courts: Sunbathing Animal (What's Your Rupture?)
They've already become indie rock gods by recalling damn near every band in the Pantheon. So today, I invoke The Feelies for their ability to leave you "tingling with a head full of empty," a description courtesy of John Piccarella that suits even better the barn-raising title track/song-not-single of the year. Tomorrow, I shall invoke Pavement for the band's tense, kinetic way with the slow ones. The next day, The Fall for their fecundity and totally wired danceability. And I cannot wait for their equivalent of The Complete Peel Sessions. It's gonna be a stunner.
3. Wussy: Attica! (Shake It!)
I am too down with the Apollonian, to choose a word beloved by Alfred Soto. Although I didn't think it possible, the bar band of dreams' fifth album just might be their best yet even though "Bug" so does not hint at death metal (wha??) and they haven't, and will never, surpass Sonic Youth in the distorto-guitar sweepstakes. Such caterwaul has no play in their modest, but heroic, project which is to locate the humane in a world of broken dreams and burning homes, a sensibility echoed by their benevolent and frankly beautiful fanbase. But, to paraphase Xgau on another modest act, if Wussy are ever to escape the cult status they're sick of, they'd better pick up some pizzazz somewhere, say, from...
2. Miranda Lambert: Platinum (RCA Nashville)
...country's reigning artist. I'll tackle the low point ("Automatic") later. But the fact that I even want to salvage it should demonstrate my love for this album. It's spunkier, rowdier, flashier than either Pistol Annies outing. And it's a veritable shrine to the craft of songwriting with choruses that buck our expectations and codas that could survive a nuclear blast. Just in time for that godawful Dangerous Minds "exposé" on "how mind-numbingly formulaic and shitty Country pop music has become" (hells no I won't link to it).
1. Mindtroll: EP #4 (Bandcamp)
Four songs with a total time shorter than my #9 single. Face it - albums are just so 2013. These four arty goofballs create a spare yet busy sound in Brooklyn with a sugar intake that suggests a less funky but equally fractured Stick Men. Subjects include falling into a well and making a pun out of it, avoiding a gangsta cat who won't hesitate to slash your tires, not falling for a toddler's bullshit, and losing your hat which latter song splinters into four different directions in under two minutes. Sounds includes seagulls, meows, and voices shouting over one another. "Baby Sluts" skewers the nuturing instinct as scandalously as She Mob's "Teacher." But Mindtroll know the ways of the child. They're brats trying to romance our kneecaps. And if you have any tolerance whatsoever for hyperactive self-indulgence, you might just pick them up.
Singles:
10. Capital Cities feat. André 3000: "Farrah Fawcett Hair" (Lazy Hook/Capitol)
Would that all listicles could be so soulful. Tom T. Hall will cover. Drag queens already have.
9. Jack J: "Something (On My Mind)" (Mood Hut)
No surprise this ten-minute slab of melancholy jazzy house comes from a cold climate (Vancouver). The chattering, unstable drums, the Vitamin D-deficient keyboards moans, the desolate sax peals all add up to a soundtrack more appropriate for an aimless wintry walk than the dancefloor. The walk might clear your head. Or it might be your final destination because you have nowhere else to go.
8. Fly Young Red: "Throw That Boy Pussy" (Fly Young Red)
Nicki Minaj, allow me to point you to the best ass eater although he won't be dining at your prodigious mounds. Hells yes this is here because Fly's so damn fly and his ode to man-to-man anilingus is as nasty as it wants to be. But mostly it's here for the reference to Biz Markie's "Just a Friend" which signals Fly's intention to take up a place in hip-hop history. I look forward to 25 years from now when some queer (or not) rapper references "Throw That Boy Pussy" as a matter of course.
7. Dominique Young Unique: "Throw It Down" (Sony)
Now that Ms. Unique has placed four singles (see below) on my top ten lists so far this decade, I'm forced to ponder her failure to generate buzz alongside Azealia Banks or even Minaj. Maybe she puts so much care into her music that she forgets to radiate personality through her raps. In any event, "Throw It Down" brings the noise, rings the alarm, throws it down, all that, with PE squeals for texture, a Knight Rider rip as connective tissue, and a chorus that does nothing but stutter. Stutter toughly, that is.
6. Le Youth ft. Dominique Young Unique: "Dance With Me" (Sony)
Unique's rap is mere decoration here. But it serves to slam home this silky dance track's central conceit - a stream of consciousness exhumation of TLC's "No Scrubs." In typical disco fashion, it doesn't need to sit still to honor the past. History on the fly, in the mix as it were, simultaneously looking back and pushing forward.
5. Rae Sremmurd: "No Flex Zone" (Eardrumma/Interscope)
Here's hoping these two teens from Tupelo never lose their stuffed-up, adolescent timbre because they could get over by rapping their iPhone contacts. Instead, they had the catchiest chorus of the year and a motto that forbids not boasting but being mean. Then they spend the rest of the track boasting.
4. Clean Bandit ft. Jess Glynne: "Rather Be" (Atlantic/Warner)
There was no reason why this UK #1/US #10 should have worked. Brits who took the Pet Shop Boys' fantasy of Debussy to a disco beat a bit too seriously, this cello-violin-drums-laptop combo portended the worst case of arid talent and virtuosity superseding all other signs of pop life. But their previous hit, "Mozart's House," impressed me by ridiculing classical (and any other) types who think EDM is repetitive ("it is re-repetitive!" they boast) and "Rather Be" disarmed me completely. My favorite music moment of 2014 occurs when the beat drops out of the chorus not to construct a mini break but for sweet eccentricity's sake. And the lyrics contain a poptimist motto for the ages: "Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me."
3. MC Bin Laden feat. MC 2K: "Passinho do Faraó" (KLProdutora)
An evangelical Christian with a flock of kids in costumes to do his crazed musical bidding, MC Bin Laden reduces the already spare sound of baile funk to whatever step is just above acapella. His rhythms sputter like a steam engine, frequently breaking down or swerving off course unpredictably. Vocals and sound effects hang together in irritating repetitions. No clue what's going on lyrically here. Something about a pharaoh with a voice intoning "tumba...tumba...tumba" over and over. But this is just a placeholder anyway for his overall oeuvre every example of which I've adored including the dozens of numbers he performs like spontaneous outbursts of song on the streets. Best of all, he's avoided the ostentaçao (ostentatious) variant of baile funk because, according to this informative Afropop Worldwide article, it "encourages poor people of the favelas to spend money that they don’t have." In short, his music is spare yet busy, even rich, just like Mindtroll's. Hmmm - seems to be a theme nowadays.
2. Stitches: "Brick In Yo Face" (Stitches_TMI)
A Facebook friend wondered how he'd get a job with that AK-47 tattooed on his face. But he branded himself for the sins of us drips living the straight and narrow. And you should bow down to him because this is one lumbering dinosaur of a cartoon. Go ahead and spend your energy determining how real his commitment is to dealing bricks of cocaine. I prefer to thrill to the moment when he screams "I love selling blow," easily the money shot of the year. Live, he hoists mock bricks filled with flour at select lucky fans. Stitches, I promise to take one to the face...if I don't have to work the next morning.
1. How To Dress Well: "Repeat Pleasure (A. G. Cook Remix)" (PC Music)
Unlike "Brick In Yo Face," the output of the London-based PC Music empire rarely got past the theoretical stage. Too much of it sounded like twisted ideas about housey chart pop and chirpy video game soundtracks rather than the thing itself - fascinating to ponder but rather abstract in the end. But label owner A. G. Cook's radical reconstruction of How To Dress Well's (né Tom Krell) swirly neo-soul transcends ye olde parody/pastiche distinction. On one level, it's a prank on the order of "I Knelt 2day Where Jesus Knelt" in which Lisa Suckdog switches the speed on a 33-rpm Christian record to 45-rpm for the last word of the title hymn. Cook severely pitch shifts Krell's vocals for a woozy, psychedelic effect akin to the opening of The Poppy Family's "There No Blood in Bone" before the singing eventually proceeds untreated. He even seems to honor the song's gravitas with a backdrop of nothing more than huge held synth chords. Then Krell revs into his falsetto for the line "pleasure repeats on and on/even broken my heart will go on," the song's gushiest, most vulnerable point, indeed its climax. But Cook extracts only "broken my heart will go" and repeats it well past the point of absurdity. It's juvenile and obnoxious, a bad joke. Unlike Celine Dion, his heart will not go on as the remix now means to bleed the song of its gravitas. And then a miracle happens. Cook clings to the repetition so long that it becomes an element in its own right. It is a pleasure that repeats on and on. He loves this thing so much that he structures yellow stars and pink clovers around it. The immense chords return, firing off like a steel mill furnace now, and so does a brief spell of untreated singing. And then the repeated pleasure comes back like an inevitability, cocooned in the warmth as a gargantuan chord change sends it into the stratosphere. I hear an idiot transmission from outer space. I hear David in A.I. Artificial Intelligence safe for eternity under the watchful eye of The Blue Fairy. I hear all the dorks and misfits who ever found life in the repetitions and gimmickry of popular music floating in peace at last amongst the deities.
1. Mindtroll: EP #4 (Bandcamp)
2. Miranda Lambert: Platinum (RCA Nashville)
3. Wussy: Attica! (Shake It!)
4. Parquet Courts: Sunbathing Animal (What's Your Rupture?)
5. Pitch & Mumdance: Pinch B2B Mumdance (Tectonic)
6. Run The Jewels: Run The Jewels 2 (Mass Appeal)
7. tUnE-yArDs: Nikki Nack (4AD)
8. Jason Derulo: Talk Dirty (Warner Bros.)
9. Toni Braxton & Babyface: Love, Marriage & Divorce (Motown)
10. Objekt: Flatland (PAN)
Singles
1. How To Dress Well: "Repeat Pleasure (A. G. Cook Remix)" (PC Music)
2. Stitches: "Brick In Yo Face" (Stitches_TMI)
3. MC Bin Laden feat. MC 2K: "Passinho do Faraó" (KLProdutora)
4. Clean Bandit ft. Jess Glynne: "Rather Be" (Atlantic/Warner)
5. Rae Sremmurd: "No Flex Zone" (Eardrumma/Interscope)
6. Le Youth ft. Dominique Young Unique: "Dance With Me" (Sony)
7. Dominique Young Unique: "Throw It Down" (Sony)
8. Fly Young Red: "Throw That Boy Pussy" (Fly Young Red)
9. Jack J: "Something (On My Mind)" (Mood Hut)
10. Capital Cities: "Farrah Fawcett Hair" (Lazy Hook/Capitol)
And I didn't even have room for Shamir's gloriously fruity "On The Regular," Katy Perry's chorusless-but-not-really "Dark Horse," Usher ready to get down on "Good Kisser," etc.
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