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2013-04-17T05:06:00.001-07:00

"I'll forgive you for being better looking than me." JS

2012-10-22T02:24:00.002-07:00

Again, there has been some gap since the last edition but it has been a hectic time whilst cloudboy has shifted homes, but never fear, we're back with some of the better tunes heard during the period of our absence.

One artist whose been a constant upon our stereo is Susanne Sundfor and her rather beautifully unique voice. Whilst the original was descriptive of her native Norway ( a remote country girl singing from the abandoned space of her snow covered, lake-side hunting shack) this remix is that innocent girl introduced to the inherent and not obvious beauty of the big city, those finger snaps symbolic of the warmth, comfort and general advantages of co-habitation.

Some dark and intensely atmospheric drum & bass from newly formed trio Ruffhouse. This track is reminiscent of the truly spectacular Battlefield soundtracks that are so dark, baron and alien they make me far too scared to play them for fear of reliving what I thought was a repressed childhood memory. It was playing the first Resident Evil and suddenly, to the sound of Hitchcock-esque stabbings, being mobbed by a horde of rabid zombies and dying to a similarly bleak soundscape; alone, scared and sitting in the dark. I've never really played video games since.

A free EP download now from Rainy Milo and a formidable new voice to emerge on the urban scene. The quality of the production on this just goes to show how much those in the industry believe in her voice (she has worked with Ariel Pink's producer on some of these tracks for example) and what is required professionally to match its strength, maturity and character.

My favourite female rapper of the moment, whose flow is unbelievably natural and works so well with these nasty, industrial beats that sound as if they were recorded entirely in the air-conditioning system of an abandoned warehouse and just ooze vice and underworld tones. Azealia who?

Speaking of EPs, one that's well worth a purchase is Candy Bar Creep Show from MS MR; one of the most exciting acts to emerge this year for me. A combination of beautiful and haunting female vocal, dense atmospheric textures, punchy, live sounding percussion and deep melodic bass lines, all representative of everything I'm into at the moment. Wonderful, cinematic stuff that beautifully suits this nostalgia inducing video.

On a similar flex, here is the gorgeous new single from Still Corners.

Keeping it on the female vocal line of enquiry, I really can't get enough of this new single from Finish sisters LCMDF, with plenty of the B52's, punk-meets-pops swagger, once sampled this is irresistible, like the first pistachio from a bag that once opened won't last a minute. They are following up their Switch produced debut with a series of EPs, which is a nice way of doing it; a drip release of what I hope will be more of the above.

This is really quite beautiful, until that abrasive dub step comes in. Although I'm not as adverse to that sound as much as I used to be, it is often applied for its own sake, rather than in relation to the track itself. In this case, rather than it juxtaposing interestingly with the beauty of Marina's voice, it just gets in the way, like the tall bloke with the Napoleon Dynamite curly hair sitting in front of you at the cinema.

At what point did The Killers become a cheap Meatloaf tribute act belting out songs written in the style of their hero to pre-carehome pensioners, drunk on sherry and budget homebrand gin and who quite frankly can't distinguish between this copycat drivel and the original? Seriously, it boggles the mind that radio stations across the country can play their single with a straight face, they're having a laugh right? It's ironic yeah? Nobody actually thinks this is good music? That, or the only other explanations can be that these execs are either as drunk as those pensioners, or they're just plain incompetent. I'm not sure which is worse, probably the later.

Anyway, I didn't think that track could get any shitter until I heard this utter turd of a remix above and then, I really considered ending it all.

'Landfill,' would be a generous word for the above track and if it has made you as angry as it's made me then listen to this Landfill, as it will help to soothe your rattled soul.

I can't put my finger on why I love this track so much, undoubtably because it's cramed full of atmosphere and lush, rich textures, but also I think because there is something multicultural sounding about it, not just in terms of musical multiculturalism where indie meets dance but also in terms of western voices meeting those of Africa to make a track that is life affirming and full of energy.

Can't say I always see what the fuss is about in relation to T-E-E-D but I must say I love this rude, and I mean rude in a more refined toilet sense, Fake Blood remix of Your Love. Lots going on percusuion wise, switch ups and changes of tone a plenty, an evolving piece, which is not often something you can say in relation to dance music.

Putting the funeral into We Found Love, a really lovely cover of an incredible pop track, which itself was great for breeding nostalgia for those first teenage loves and finding happiness in troubled circumstances. This cover takes it to the next, metaphysical level though, nourishing nostalgia for a life lived in general, like we're looking back at it from the afterlife, drawing the conclusion that perhaps finding love is its meaning. Just a thought.

Again a winner for its brooding bass orientated body, loving the piano chords punctuating like they're part of the percussion as well; this is one heck of a record.

Taken from his directorial debut The Man With Iron Fists, the hardest working man in hip-hop obviously couldn't allow himself not to contribute to the soundtrack, hence this collaboration with The Black Keys; an evolution of the Black Roc project where they previously worked together. In The Baddest Man Alive however you get more vocals from The Keys and understanding that hip-hop's roots lie in their melodic, blues rock sound explains why these two seemingly differing artists work so well together.

A really stunning remix from the one they call Four Tet, using that female vocal and framing it with that lush bass, sounding like storm clouds rolling beautiful shadows over canyonous mountains. I like the why the percussion seems to trip over itself as well like a drunk teenager at a party. Incredible.

Soul meets future dance on this fantastically groovy track from Flume, I look forward to getting hold of this one for my non-existant decks, as I think it's gonna kick off in the clubs.

A really cracking beat to suit the relaxed but somehow angry rhymes of our protagonist; a really beautiful piece of reflective hip-hop.

I never ever thought I'd see the day when this would happen, or I thought I'd at least be incarcerated in a mental asylum by this point, but yeah, I'm posting a track featuring that house wife flushing, seducer of the elderly Michael Buble. The reason I like it most I think is because it reminds me of Pleasant-ville, all coke floats down at the diner, nice and twee, a little flat and colourless, until they discovered hip-hop! The doo whop influenced product of that magnificent discovery is this, well, rather pleasant little track featuring Mr fucking perfect, Michael fucking Buble.

I actually really rate this Taylor Swift track as a solid, catchy piece of pop music, so finding this little mash-up was an even greater delight.

What starts and appears to be so simple, actually reveals itself to be a really deep and layered piece of music and demonstrates just what a fantastic musician Flying Lotus is.

Shouldn't Have Left You

2012-08-16T01:13:00.000-07:00

'It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat to step to.' Mosley & Garrett.

The immortal words sung so poignantly by Aaliyah, may she rest in peace, are particularly apt here, although we want it noted that in all other circumstances we find the use of the word "dope," when used in a musically descriptive sense, ridiculous, blame all the SoundCloud users who feel it's usage almost obligatory when commenting on established artists waveforms.

It has been a while since the last post but what with the excitement based around the Olympics we thought it unfair and down right dangerous to provide you with too much stimulation, so we eased off and let the athletes take over for a while. Now, in the post Olympic blues, remembering what it feels like to travel on a packed tube train again and with David Cameron and his band of incompetent morons pissing the "legacy" they've been quoting systematically for the last year in a desperate bid for survival, up the wall, we feel it's time to return with our own form of entertainment sustenance in an attempt to keep the united and friendly community spirit going, the likes never before seen in our generation. So embrace these moments, dance with your neighbour, for we risk loosing these moments of contact with each other forever, moments that nourish communication and breed understanding.

Okay enough of the soppy stuff, here's the music and to begin with a continuation of a previous theme, a bit of Cameron bashing from The Eyes, aka Manchester own Chimpo and Fox whose full length album is out next week.

Some more beautiful music from Grizzly Bear, the production on this track giving it a rich echoy sound, like it was recorded in the Albert Hall.

A really fantastic feel good record that reminds me of bubles running through some form of colourless liquid and as if like magic, transferring it into a range of different colours, or like that trick that's now frowned upon during fireworks night "becasue of the toxins," of tying a load of shopping bags together in a long, prisoners escape style rope, typing it to a branch of a tree and setting it alight to watch the melting plastic drip in almost neon like drops.

The oddly captivating Need U from Unicorn Kid that pairs distinctly jungle like snares with those euphoria forcing trance synth stabs that create an atmosphere of warm intimidation, like walking into a warehouse party in the middle of nowhere to find that everyone is both high and bigger than you, not helped by that tortured and wailing vocal, like the aduiable screams of fear from the rational part of your brain that was telling you to stay at home all along and watch TV instead.

Rustie having a wee re-fiddle of his tune After Light taken from his album Glass Swords, so as to better suit the lush comforting voice of Aluna from AlunaGeorge. It's akin to someone whispering into your ear in solace when you've got too drunk at a party and have begun to panic. Do you run home? Do you pretend your okay? Do you try and dance? Or take this nauseous feeling outside? Arhhhhhh to many questions, you're feeling hot, the beats might be shuffling to aggravate this mood but luckily lovely Aluna, the one always getting bread and glasses of water for people or helping them shove fingers down their own throat, is on hand to sooth you panic striken drunken woes.

The universally overrated Azealia Banks, whose latest mix tape Fantasia wasn't without it's highlight but again demonstrated her over reliance on a whose who in the production world wanting to coat tail the hype and work with her. Her rhymes are stilted and again she's over reliant on words such as bitch and niger to complete her bars and needs to employ shock tactics to give them any sort of effect that might match the depth of the beat. The above new release is just another example of her crude style furiously mouthing off as it tries to keep up with what is a fantastically dark, well executed track.

Oh and if you haven't heard of the producer of the above track araabMUZIK, then check out this video below for what he's most famous for, image this thing live, it kicks off.

This remind me of an infinity pool looking over the sea, or sitting in an infinity pool looking over the sea, then I realise that i've never actually done that and yes indeed "baby, in your dreams," is correct, this is the sound of me dreaming of sitting in an infinity pool with a long cool drink looking out to sea.

This tune is beautifully evil, full of screams and cries like someone has taken a haunted house from your local fairground, plunged it into the nearest lake and thrown a huge transformer in after it. It's hot, frightening, sad and evil yet like a car crash, disturbingly captivating.

This is what 21^st century psycedelica sounds like, taking LSD in the metropolis of modern life with buildings that are attmeping to collapse down upon you and large rains drops splashing off concrete and forming into giant hands that that will grab and toss you under a tram whose face is shaped like a clown like it’s the entertainment at Thomas The Tank Engine's birthday party. The band are rather confusingly called Eygyptian hip-hop, even though they’re from Manchester and make music nothing like hip hop.

Playing the piano in such manner does create incredible drama, forcing you to pay close attention to the words of the singer, living every moment with him as the tune explodes almost silently into a track of mysterious atmospheres and vocal harmonies. A lovely record that becomes almost violent with it's own sense of self pity.

Goodbye Serenade by The Rebel Light

A slice of upbeat melachony from The Rebel Light.

A typical TriAngle release with this haunting and ambient tune from Holy Other.

Like an American, mid-western infused Polica with more electric drum beats and plodding bass lines.

Friday Feeling

2012-07-13T07:22:00.001-07:00

Her fantastic mix tape was featured here some weeks back and now the latest and by far the greatest current female rapper returns with this stunnigly intriguing track New York, that punctuates her faultlessly rapid flow with analogy, dooms day tribal bass stabs, sparkling hand claps and all manner of sinisterly stylish background atmospheres. One of the finest rap tracks from anyone this year.

On a very similar style and easily Haze's closest contemporary in terms of style, this tune is along a similar vibe to the above, mixing the lighthearted with the brooding and sinister to form some kind of atmospheric black comedy that reminds me of that Scene in Brassed Off where the clown tries to commit suicide in full costume.

G. Vump aka Brodinski remixing Jon Convex', aka one half of Instra:Mental's, Fade, creating a beautifully bassey and atmospheric track, out now as part of an EP, leading into a full length release later in the year.

One of the first tracks ever mentioned on this blog remixed by one of the latest artists featured, which seems fitting as the CloudToy Blog approaches it's first birthday. Retaining that fantastic baseline, AlunaGeroge have added a beautiful steal drum element along with all manner of other percussion to really spice it up and give it far more garagy vibe.

That explosive statement of intent was the latest release off Nas’s forthcoming Life Is Good album out this week and after the dissapointment that was The Don this splendid spittle ball of prevado and general badness has made up a whole lot of ground. Like rolling in a low slung car with Nas himself this summons up all the experiences of life in the dark, corrupt city and in being labeled Loco-Motive and featuring relevant train like samples, beautifully and retrospectively references the opening sequences of Nas’s seminal, Illmatic album. Could with ending with the beginning Nas be suggesting this is his final full length album?

With their forthcoming album beginning produced by Diplio it is of no supprise that female vocalist from Bonde De Role has a style similar to his bessy mate M.I.A. Like bringing the rhythmic bass bashes of Rio to the saloons of old time America, this has a cross cultural, ho-down feel to it and if you listen closely you can even hear the smashing of whisky glasses and the pinging of bullets off spittoons as if this very song has caused an all out bar brawl.

So much going on in this one from Holy Strays.

Like being invited for dinner with Dracula, turning up and finding out he doesn't like the taste of your particular blood type (he can afford to be fussy now he's rich thanks to the royalties from all the films and books written about him) and subsequently having a good, if slightly spooky time and leaving with your life.

We all know it but we're afraid to talk about it, ping pong is the best sport at the Olympics by far and for those as lazy as me you also know it's the best sport period, not too much exertion and with a bit of practice you can aesthetically become quite good at it. What a delight then to find that this tune by Vessel has seemingly sampled a high velocity ping pong game, i'm sweating already.

Some dark liquid business on this double A from Fields, released on the ever consistent Utopia Music, I'm especially liking the percussion sounds on BTC, very interesting indeed.

The Times They Are a Changin'

2012-06-21T08:38:00.004-07:00

Partly because of the title, partly because of the forlorn bass drone, partly because of the psychedelic sounding vocal and partly because I watched Master & Commander the other day just for that bit where there's no wind, but this track does sound like a bunch of pirates stranded out at sea.

Being the murderous bastards they are, once the food and water runs out and the sun stroke sets in, their hallucinations become pretty dark and involve skinning other members of the crew alive and using their epidermises as sails for the invisible wind that can only be optimised by using taught and tanned dead sailor.

Sounding as dark and as Eastern European as I imagine Bosnia is, I blame Behind Enemy Lines (big film watching day I had last week), with fiddles and regional voices echoing amongst the war strewn streets.

An Australian label called Monday Records with this realise from Circle called Fashion Me A Drum, a song so twee that paired with the label's ill chosen name, reminds me not only of the awful, I Don't Like Monday's, but that horrid moment once every few years where mole-features Geldof and his bloody Boomtown Rats somehow worm their way onto a line up under the pretence of raising money.

There, they play that one song of theirs, one song, that makes everyone realise just what a crock of shit they are and rather than learning any positive lessons from the lyrics of the song, they imagine a school ground massacre of their own, going back in time and bursting into the classroom where the Boomtown Rats first met, spraying them with bullets so their future selves wouldn't subjected to this shit ever again.

A slice of Ladyhawke inspired dream pop from Goldroom, available as a free download. I'm especially fond of that chirping bass line, reminds me of a fat bloke with a t-shit that's too small for him, wearing some red Hasselhoff stye shorts and a hat with a helicopter on it, making his sad, daily, indication fuelled waddle down to the ice cream van by the seaside.

I think this title is mistaken, it does't seem like she hates the wind at all, infact she seems to be relishing having it blow in her face, the dreamy textures supporting the notion that having it do so is akin to a state of euphoria. Why would they mislead us like this?

With all these kids making this spacious, down-to-no tempo ambient stuff at the moment you could see an argument for perhaps putting prozac into the water along with the fluoride. Refreshing it is therefore to have these young pucks Fidlar, just getting on with it with resigned glee. They ain't got no money for food or heaven forbid, weed but they're not going to bore you to death through the "conceptual minimalism," of their compositions, no, their going to bring the fun back to depression. Amen.

Traces of Karen O in the vocal (probably vice versa depending at what stage current front woman came into the fold) and the general sonic chaos you'd expect from Savages.

Sad, dramatic and all together beautiful.

This makes me happy although his voice sounds somewhat lonely and detached. Taken from Beach Fossils forthcoming solo project as Heavenly Beat, out on 24th July.

Heavy on the Jazz influence on this one from Teni and Afro- Renassiance, who, if you haven't already guessed by the name, are on the move to resuscitate afro soul music and by the sound of this and others on their Soundcloud, are doing a fine job of it.

Even thought this isn't the most expertly mastered tune in the world I like the way all the different elements build into the mix.

A funky bass line and some borderline acceptable similes, delivered with a soulful female vocal.

To see what I had to say about this then head over to www.strongroomalive.com/2012/06/arp-xp-with-a-new-full-length-release/, get used to this web site because if things go to plan, the new mouthpiece of cloudboy could be the blog on Strongroom Alive.

Cool beat on this one from Joey Bada$$, what I like to call motivational hip hop, that is, it got me to temporary relinquish my position at the computer chair and pretend I was in Eight Mile for a bit.

Kind of purposefully bad quality sounding, like a party in your mates garden shed through his dates old eighties throw back boom box. Like the beats and switch up to the drum and bass as well, you could never play this in a club though, it would deafen everyone, even those with earplugs.

A Brief Hiatus

2012-06-14T09:09:00.004-07:00

Sorry for the lack of a blog recently, I have had a birthday, a coronation and a festival of sound and fun to celebrate. Not the best excuse I know, but we all need a holiday. Anyway, cloudboy is back with the usual mixed bag, so feel free to rifle your grubby little hands through this pick n' mix as you see fit.

Watch this space in the next 24hrs, a little mix of tunes that didn't make it too the blog is on it's way.

And here it is........ not the best mix of all time but it's more for playing all the tunes rather than it being perfectly smooth, some great ones in there, enjoy, it's Friday!!!!!

For those who are deaf and can't hear the tracks clumsily falling into one another, mix cloud below will show you the way, full track list below that.

Hiatus by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

Serengeti – Amnesia

Elite Gymnastics – Life/Trap

Jaybee & Sinistarr – Life/Trap

Silver Medallion – Rabbit Hole feat PropaneLv

Beat Inc. – Black Tea Morning

Mr President Were In Trouble

Colour Climax – Discque O Heights (RS-ReShape)

Age Of Consent – Heartbreak (T.W.I.N.S. Remix)

Age Of Consent – Heartbreak (Wax Pharon remix)

Saint Saviour – Reasons (Maribou State remix)

Physical Therapy – Record Sales

Sonar Pilot – June Dub (Brendon Moeller Dub 1)

Morcee – It’s You (Lakosa remix)

Thomas Barfod – November Skies feat Nina Kinert

Lemonade – Softkiss

Fatima Al Qadiri – Copcore (Kingdom remix)

BRANKO – Going In Hard feat Dominique Young Unique

Baauer – Harlem Shake

Kuhrye-oo – Give In (For The Fame)

Sleigh Bells – Demons (Diplo remix)

Opossom – Blue Meanies

ScHoolboy Q & TiRon – Love Me Not (pod. By Chuck Inglish)

Azealia Banks – Jumanji

Alphabets Heaven – Arka (wArkawArka remix)

The sexual fantasy of skinny jean adorned indie boys nation wide, has released this video likely to give them all wet dreams, what with her doing mad, indie, Napoleon Dynamite shit like bouncing a massive bouncy ball down some stairs and leaving without even witnessing the consequences (she's so cool!!!) or tying a skipping rope to some railings (random!) and genuinely being all indie with her even randomer red suitcase. Focusing on the song itself, love the brooding bass we've come to expect from Foxes and it builds into a well produced wall of an indie loving anthem.

Some atmospheric hip hop from Jeremiah Jae, the latest signing to Flying Lotus' Brainfeeder label.

One of them subtly uplifting numbers from Eternal Summers, a song that you can listen to when the odds seem stacked against you, a song that will help you to appreciate that yeah, things are a bit shit but really, does any of it matter anyway!? Not for the next 2 minutes 25 seconds it doesn't.

Every time I hear FM Belfast, I'm like "shit, this band is good, I should really download some more FM Belfast, what with their old school keys and bouncing, reverberated synth stabs and repeated vocals that I can't resist bouncing my head to," but I always seem to get distracted by something or forget. Well not this time my friends, ooooh look, new Kuedo.

Cannot stress enough how good live recorded strings sound, even when they are subsequently cut up and compressed like on here. Along with all the track's other elements, it creates so much atmosphere and interest. Taking K in the Albert Hall it should be called.

Released this week is the Pushing Red EP from Until Silence, showcasing wonderfully two different sides of the techno spectrum. On That Shine, you have the confused and darkly syncopated beats, like an escaped squirrel, squirming about in the echoey expanse of a theatre house's props basement. Moving onto the inherently more rhythmic, deeply beated, Hands Tied, complete with a euphoric, pitch shifted vocal breakdown that makes it impossible not to move once the beat kicks back in.

Gorgeous tune from Bondax. Repeated, chopped-up female vocal over bubbling beats and expansive synths, what could go wrong?

Next release on Apollo, part of the R&S empire, is this silently moody track, on the downbeat dub step flex, from Gacha.

There is something massivly optimistic about this track and sometimes, that just what you need to hear, especially after seeing millions of flag waving fascists, moronically moving their Union Jacks on the banks of The Thames in the pissing rain, and banging on stupidly about how the Jubilee has made Britain great again, united the people once more, when really, it's just proved how susceptible people are to propaganda and a fictitious romance; it's enough to make you despair. Then you hear this and realise like them, you too are easily amused.

Showing that an artist commissioned to make a soundtrack for a video game can make better, more atmospheric music those currently getting indie-idolised for what is basically electronic, shoe gaze crap, ahem Gold Panda.

Hahahahahahaha this is brilliant, it reminds me of King of Kong; A Fistful Of Quarters, a documentary about a man's attempt to take the Donkey Kong high score off the reigning champ, a task made impossible by the champ and his ridiculously loyal bunch of obsessed disciples. I was convinced it was made up un till I released that you just couldn't invent characters that ridiculous, seriously, I recommend you see it.

Anyway, not to give too much away, the champ has this one, properly devoted fan who phones him regularly with updates on the challengers current score and bad mouths all opposition. So involved is he with the champ, he must imagine making sweet, computerised, Donkey Kong themed sex with him inside a Game Boy. His rapid and explosive orgasum is what Sophisticuffs sounds like.

Something of shuffling off to work in a vacuous factory in an Orwellian style distopia in this track from Pariah; as depressing as it is engaging.

That effected organ and flappy finger bass makes a delicious combo with that vocal on this tune from latest, Secretly Canadian sining, Yeasayer.

Killer Mike hating on the lies of Reagan and subsequent US governments; always entertaining.

This song has been on frequent repeat for me over the last three weeks, love the simple yet deep content of the lyrics and the way in which they're sung, compliments the brooding, Massive Attack style, birth of a beautiful metropolis like synth texture. Beautiful and free for download in exchange for an email here; www.msmrsounds.com.

Liking the actual sample of water crashing against the rocks and those synths bubbling away like foaming water, her cries so realistic that it has me looking for the nearest rubber ring but all I have to hand is a Tesco's bag, that I could attempt to blow up and throw to her, but likely has a hole in it. Arh well, might as well enjoy the sound of her suffering, there's no point in us both doing so.

This is what I call concise teenage angst, a youth on the cusp of adulthood, who after years of bewildering hormones expressed in a teary blurred fog of erections and emotions, has come to see exactly what it is he wants. A coming of age tale you might say.

Haunting gorgeous female vocal of the week!

Although I'm starting to go off this dreamy, thick textured sort of music, purely for the fact that there is so bloody much of it, this is an excellent example of the genre. Well produced, rich and full of fluttering lemonade sounds to counteract the seriousness of the more brooding, oscillating bass line.

A sneaky peek off the forthcoming new album and it sounds wonderfully and deliberately like a thunderstorm happening within the recording studio, crashing about all over the place and leaking into everything including every angle of your eardrum.

I like steal drums, and what? they make me happy, as does the sum total of this tune.

I find For Tet almost consistently hit and miss, luckily this is all hit, well worth the wait for when it goes all dark and almost jungly with those flappy sounding snares.

Free download of this happy yet all together sad tune from Saint Motel, full of the sort of nostalgia that could cause you to cry come the Tuesday after a hard weekend. This comes from recent experience, pathetic, I know.

Thanks MCA

2012-05-09T14:07:00.000-07:00

Quite simply without MCA and The Beastie Boys this blog or mix would not exist; they are therefore dedicated to week to Adam Yauch.

Thanks MCA by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

And for those who wish to download for your chosen MP3 device, well lets face it, it's going to be an apple product.

Frankie Rose – Apples For The Sun (The Go! Team Remix)

The Beastie Boys – Intergalactic

Alphabets Heaven – Genggeng

Heavenly Beat – Messiah

We Are Standard – Bring Me Back Home (Age Of Consent Mix)

Saint Savour – Reasons (Marabou State Remix)

Dems Remix – God Of Loneliness

Space Ladies – Fields

Thomas Barfod – November Skies feat Nina Kinert

Elliphant – TeKKo Scene feat Adam Kanyama

Drake – Crew Love feat The Weeknd (Star Slinger Remix)

Alphabet Heaven – Woman (Robot Koch’s Around The Moon Remix)

Menik – Addict

Angel Haze – Higher

Mayhem Lauren feat Himanshu and Action Bronson – Special Effects (Produced by Harry Fraud)

Ditt Inre – Manljus (saknad)

Twin Shadow – Five Seconds

Major Lazer – Get Free feat Amber of Dirty Projectors

The Stoops – Free (Xsessiv Remx)

Mikal – Head Banger

Terminal State – Unwritten Law

Yes yes another Submotion remix but Ruby Wood's voice lends itself so well to being remixed, especially on this lush, deep roller from Alix Perez as featured on Friction's Radio 1 dnb show, amazing, be interesting to see if this get a release, here's hoping so. The original ain't half bad either.

Pretty hard to pick just one tune to remember MCA by so this pretty slick Medley is by far a more fitting tribute. I was genuinely sad to hear about his passing, no shit when I was younger a real career aspiration of mine was to be a Beastie Boy. One of my earliest and fondest musical memories, I can still picture myself sitting on the floor in front of the TV now, was watching the Intergalactic video for the first time, with that fish eye lens and all in one hazard suits and aggressive rapping motions and thinking it was the coolest thing I had ever seen, probably still is. From there on in I was obsessed, getting into their back catalogue and hip-hip in general.

It was sad watching some of their earliest performances, notably one on the Joan Rivers shows and seeing them just mucking about as carefree kids do, as it was reminder that no one can avoid the inevitability of time, that no one can avoid the evaporation of youth toward old age and mortality. Saying that, 47 is by no means old, especially for some one still so active, another Beastie album was on the way. He will be missed; thanks for the music MCA. For a good little bio featuring some tunes, the hilariously negative, conservative reaction to the group back in the 80's and some tributes, look no further than here.

Is it the wonderful stabbing synths that makes this compelling? Or the intermittent bass? Or the glitchy harmonious vocal? Or the simple clean drum beat? I probably think it's all of these things working together, beautiful.

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Come on boys grow up, this is some horrible Kasabian, Hard - Fi (who? Yeah I had fucking forgotten about them as well until I heard this) love child, born unto parents who have long since given up on life, especially music.

Born into a depression, Wind Cries Mary world of headline tours at V festival and sold out T4 shows where either twelve year olds or people who look like Greg James or that other wanker, Grimmy, sing along to your tunes in plaid shirts, red chinos and stupidly wicked up hair hoping it won't be too long till they can say something like "random," or "epic fail," again.

This is the sound of strolling down the road towards the local corner shop, knowing full well they only pay out on winning lottery tickets that are less than a 100 quid, gloating as you go and promising everyone you meet a fair share of your cash.

Some nasty industrial business on this one Headbanger, like the Deceptacons from Transforms taking a load of ketamin by accident thinking it was antirust powder and actually liking it. I saw that film the other day and jesus christ is it shit, if you look at just the editing alone (forget the acting, plot, costume, sexism, gratuitous sexism, massive lets all stare at the fit bird fixing a car sexism, pointless inconsequential action and shear uncontrolled noise), it's like the directors dog was trying to do them all a favour by eating all the film, only to have it sneezed out of by some pepper placed in his Pedgree Chum, landing in some form of order on the wall, which the team took one look at and thought, "good enough for us," opening up another beer, turning up the football and shouting at poor Megan Fox to bring them more cheese strudels wearing only an apron.

Mikal's second tune, The Chant, is more like the Decpetacons taking way too much into the K hole where they kick massive metal footballs around a city full of phallic sky scrapers or what ever it is that turns massive alien robots on these days

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This 17 track project from producer 184 called Where's My Parade features lyrics from the cream of UK hip-hop, Jehst, Stig Of The Dump, Wordsmith, Dr Syntax and Chester P to name but a few. You can stream it all above or press the buy button and own it forever and ever for the extremely reasonable sum of just a fiver.

Not such a fan of Sell Your Soul, a bit too minimal for me, too many airy high synth chords and not enough pronounced bass; even when it does come in a little later with a jaunty little sequence it seems muted. However, Guillotine more than makes up for it with that wobbling bass that reminds me of the Wibbles or something, little creatures in penguin like groups shuffling about in random circles and making pointless noises at each other; now that makes me smile.

Cool, obscure production on this from Animal Collective, full of playfully interesting sounds like comical springs being pinged into puddles of water. Lots going on, I would expect nothing less.

Again there is plenty of depth in the production of this, the rain in the background providing ambience, a plodding bass drum, the occasional sound of a ghost passing by, gospel like synths and plucking guitars and percussion all create a surprisingly upbeat atmosphere.

I love the juxtaposition of the "do da ba dum," 50's harmonies, with the depressing lyrical content.

This beautifully atmposheric, dream like track is ruined by Bearcubs obsession with the gain, an intermittent cutting in and out effect like what it's going to sound like when I bash their midi keyboard into their heads. The rest of the tracks on their SoundCloud don't have the same issues thank god.

This has a rousing quality to it, like Lou Reed has given up the smack and become a spokesman for the Isle Of Dogs Independence Party.

Come on you know you can't deny how good that bass line is?

Really deep, rumbling bass line and female vocal combo; I never stood a chance.

This is a track about hair extensions and the incorrect semantics of those who claim "that ain't your hair." Absolute genius. There is also a remix featuring Lioness and other female grime artists.

She's like a French - Canadian Bjork, amazing vocal and arguably even better production, as recommended by Jekyll, whose killer double A is out now on Diffrent and whose guest mix for Kmag can be downloaded here.

Give this some time, just look at the waveform, it soon gets so dramatic, moving and loud.

I Love It.

What's This Track Sound Like?

2012-05-03T03:59:00.000-07:00

Down at the bottom of this post I've featured an incredible The Go! Team remix of a Frankie Rose track, as good as it is I'm frustrated because it sounds so familiar but can't work out why. So I'm running my first competition, with a prize for whoever can work it out, further details by the track near the bottom of the page.

It's May, so apparently the sun should be shinning but it ain't. Good news though, at least you can make it feel like it is with this beautifully up lifting track from Eternal Summers, see what I did there!? Download it for free, whack it on your iPod, put on a mac and take a stroll down to the local shop and buy yourself a Calipo, chow down on it with a glass half full attitude, hey, at least it won't melt as fast as it would in the heat.

Beautiful track produced by Kieren Hebden, a.k.a. Four Tet, soon to be released on his own Text label.

Aussie hip hop is normally pretty funny, part content matter part sound of the accent but this is neither. This is a proper dark slice of impoverished, abusive Aussie life, his accent instrumental in giving it a location and context.

Yasiin, the artist formally known as Mos Def, has just previewed this unbelievable collaboration with J Dilla, the beat is sick and the rhyming slick!

Regular readers will know I'm a big fan of Fracture, especially his recent double A with FD, adept at creating those arid, post apocalyptic soundscapes and Tunnel Track is no exception. A haunting, air raid siren sound drifts in and out of the tune, like the ghost of a warning that failed in it's purpose, leaving what life survived, alone to scavenge in a twisted graveyard of metal and wood, those hollow percussion sounds like these now primitive lifeforms discovering the use of tools all over again.There is also an ominous sub bass, almost hard to individually distinguish from the rest of the mix, which adds a further cinematic helplessness to the overall sound.

On an entirely different, less depressing note, Lately is a fantastic summer track just in time for the festival season. Again the elements that stand out on this are the percussion, a scraping rack sound like those insects whose song rings out in the air of hot climates and hollow, wooden toms like bongos on the beach. A fantastic use of vocal, smooth and therefore an interesting contrast to that warm, widely fluctuating bass line sure to be a smile raiser in fields across the country this summer.

What a charming tune from Andrew Bird, lovely melody.

A lush roller from Line Runners, whose sound is getting more mature and refined with every track, still full of those trade mark lazer swipes but toned down somewhat to accentuate those throbbing bass stabs. I'm also noticing a lot more variation in terms of switch ups and differing samples that provide loads of musical interest; best yet.

This is pretty much what I'd expect it to sound like if I commandeered a boat, put on my captains hat that I brought from Oxfam and went and picked up ten of my most untrustworthy friends, along with 30 odd litres of rum, some illegal fireworks, quite possibly some kind of pain suppressants and sailed to the middle of the ocean to do them all.

Is it in tune? Is it not? Is that point? Who knows, well I think it's out of tune, the singing that is and that's why I like it so much, teenage boys moaning with lust over some girl who won't give them the time of day; yeah embrace your emotions lads, this is the twenty first century.

Drama is built up so well on this with guitars and those pulsing piano chords.

Nawty little bass line on this one from Meth & Anile, distorted and rumbling, I appreciate the variation in the drums later on in the track.

A jangle filled pop number from The Words as featured on Tommy Robinson's introducing show.

The vocal on this track is wonderful, damaged but all the stronger for it, like having your heart ripped from you can be a reformative thing.

Snappy percussion has definitely been a theme this week, thus this wistful track from Coast Jumper, which accurate to it's title, is an apt ode to the carefree nature of youth.

This is the sound of taking loads of ketamin and stumbling into Lazer Quest, in your sparkly, L.E.D. adorned back pack, your suddenly transported from that crappy, MDF constructed battle arena to a hilly oasis, full of green, blue skys and bold rainbows, where opponents fly at you from behind hills, firing streams of Coca-Cola and Fanta, occasionally throwing bubble gum grenades and taking shelter behind the cover of clouds. After one of these incendiaries explodes in your face like someone has popped the bubble you were blowing, you awake drooling in the dark, damp corner of one of the upper "turrets" to find a group of fascinated kids poking you with the barrel of their guns, the birthday boy crying his eyes out and calling for his mummy.

I love the way her voice skips along and works so well with that scratching guitar although it's a false promise for what turns out to be a rather disappointing chorus.

Good to see Tom Vek is able to turn his talents to making full, noisy and captivating remixes such as this with an uncharacteristically angry bass line.

Who does't love a regional accent half rapping half singing in a mundane drawl about everyday life? Thanks Arctic Monkeys for making this endemic.

How cool is the bass line, like an energetic Smiths, shame it then leads into a disappointingly distant, largely inaudible vocal; he could be saying anything! Like slagging our mums off and laughing whilst we bob our heads along in ignorant appreciation.

Frankie Rose, good. The Go! Team, good. What could possibly go wrong? Well absolutely nothing, this is amazing but it's also really pissing me off, that doorbell melody really reminds me of something, a film or series from when I was a child, it's on the tip of my tongue but I can't get it out. Any ideas? Answers on a postcard, got some out of date Amazon vouchers for who ever works it out first and puts me out of this misery.

I've liked everything from this duo so far, whose debut album is out on Fat Possum on 28 May, being produced by the same guy whose worked on My Bloody Valentine and Depeche Mode albums, very promising.

What drought?

2012-04-26T03:10:00.000-07:00

Spring Step by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

My latest mix as usual compiled from some free downloads and forthcoming releases. Track listing below or go over to mixcloud for exact entry points. For those who want to download for iPod etc then http://soundcloud.com/cloudtoy/spring-step

Mellow High (Doms, Hodgy) – Go

Ramona Falls – Brevony

AlunaGeorge - Just A Touch

Purity Ring – Obedear

State Of Joy – Flow feat Jay Wilcox

State Of Joy - Flow

Mason – Runaway (Refurb)

Death Grips – I’ve Seen Footage

Mason - Runaway (Hiatus remix)

JTRP - Apparition

Stay+ - Hush Money

Nite Jewel – One Second Of Love (Peaking Light One Love Mix)

Machines Don’t Care – Take Me Away feat Meleka

Santigold – Desperate Youth

Space Ladies – Medusa (Sarantis Remix)

Terminal State – In The Evening

Side 1 – Kissing You

Terminal State – Morphing Shadows

Sinistarr – Bare The Mark

A snarier remix of the amazing Diplo and Usher collaboration. I read an article at the weekend which suggested anyone expecting this all the way through Usher forthcoming new album will be bitterly disappointed.

Another remix from a recent album is this amazing one off Chromatics new album and specifically Birds Of Paradise by Amtrac.

This is the Solo project of Vampire Weekends Chris Baio and with it's tech house drum beat is possibly the last thing you'd expect someone from that band to make, until you hear the steal drums and the track's carefree and upbeat attitude and you realise, it's actually pretty consistent. Taken from the Sunburn EP out on on 21st May.

Worth waiting for the dirty bass and drums that take far too long to kick in because the rest of the song, well mainly her vocal, are nauseatingly dull, or as user stevealianarbone on Youtube (who is obviously high or foreign and therefore I'm a racist) claims "I like this song and the way you clutch the covers like Poe my cat does. You make some peculiar videos. Some folks like the surrealism. Yours is combination of ancient and modern myths and legends that are often strange and mystical. Like a story that is being told but what is it about? Maybe that is the mystery. We tend to live at slower and quiet pace here." Eh?

The second Submotion remix in as many weeks but this forthcoming Hospital release from S.P.Y. with it's rolling bass line and snappy breakbeat is far too good to ignore, it has sound of the summer written all over it and is likely to be a massive revenue generator for the label, pleasing both ardent drum and bass fans and those partial to the label's normal staple of radio friendly releases.

On that note, anyone looking for a sample for Hospital's next, vocal hooking cross over mega hit, should look no further than asking Wrenne for the vocal stems off her track Come Alive.
You can see all the ecstasy addled estate agents now, out at, what they call with no sense of irony, a 'rave,' (even though they paid twenty quid entry and are drinking the ten pound drinks of commercialism that couldn't be further away from the ideals of rave culture), really 'feeling,' the lyrics of this one as they hug their bosses and tell them just how much they love them and how they really are, the best boss they've ever had, setting up a bleak and awkward situation come Monday morning.

What a charming voice, with her referencing a lighthouse it's hard not to image the singer sitting alone in one singing this tune, whilst a violent sea bashes against the rocks adjacent.

Beautiful, reverberating Spanish guitar complimenting that gorgeous voice, ignore the shit video.

This is awesome, goes into some dark crunching business later one.

This is basically updated, more optimistic grunge, Cobain without the depression, as Peace claim, "we're going to live forever baby," which if you believe the frankly crazy ramblings of my dad, is something that'll happen in my lifetime; have you bumped into my Dad at B&Q Peace? Because you really shouldn't write songs based on the opinions of a man sniffing tins of varnish down the deck care isle.

This is a song presumably about wet, robot sex and it sounds like it too, which is squelchy and disgusting and stupid but does pose quite an interesting question; if robots became as clever as us, would they too learn to seek pleasure from sex?

And someone being less subtle about his desire to shag something that ain't human by singing it from the bloody rafters is VNDMG who, according to wikipedia, wants to make sweet, cross breeding love to a humanoid extraterrestrial creature from Star Trek native to the planet of Bajor.

Her voice harmonises so wonderfully with the the deep synth textures, big on atmosphere this.

This is a bloddy riot, that bass line being like your mate who always calls you up on that Friday night when you've sworn to stay in and begs you to come out, teasing you with offers of free drinks and loads of women he couldn't possibly influence into shagging you. In your rush to get there before your other mates snap them up, you forget to eat, drinking too many tequila shots when you do finally reach the empty, sausage infested club and in the resulting blur find yourself in one too many man huddles and end up getting into a fight to save face.

So I was still feeling delicate from the weekend when I first heard Julia Stone's, Caris Mathews slash Joahanna Newsom vocal, with all them piano keys, droning guitars notes and sad lyrics, managing to sound all melancholic and nostalgic despite narrating the future and seriously, it nearly made me cry, it's almost making me cry now talking about it; it was a tough morning. Hash tag, needtomanup.

A few weeks back I was banging on about people with voices equal, if not better, to Florence Welch's and who don't consistently exploit the BIG, LOUD, DESIGNED FOR THE CONTEMPORARY SECTION OF THE PROMOS AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL, chorus. Here is an example.

Best yet from Cloud Toy favourite, Fabina Palladino, stripping it down to really accentuate the beautiful range of her voice and content of the lyrics; i'm getting toats emoash again!

Those long synth stabs provide much of the atmosphere for this track before that bass comes flying in from where it begins to build and build to sound like Richard Branson's passing round a bag of pills on the first commercial flight into space.

Imagine a chair swing under a blossom tree looking back at a farm house with a sun dappled porch, the early evening, South Carolinan breeze gently swaying the wind chimes that hang there.

This sounds a like the Beach Boys got on the Costa Concordia and after losing out on a space in the life raft to Captain Schettino, they remained on board to play a few final songs, in a moral boosting, crew of the Titanic style move of self sacrifice and where they remain, un-rescused to this day.

One of my favourite new bands, Ramona Falls, have their album available to stream over on Sterogum.

Well this is pleasant.

Spring Step

2012-04-19T04:08:00.001-07:00

This is what it would sound like if some alien's were forced to recreate a seaside scene for a group of homesick, abducted humans, based on some early 1970's home videos. Everything's there, the steal drums, the brass bands, other humans loitering around pointlessly and the sounds of waves lapping the shore.

And another song about the seaside, a bit more earth like this one though.

This is so soulful, I particularly like the way his voice warbles at the same frequency as the the reed on the sax, not an easy achievement and it creates a whole new type of harmony. This is the Whisky Cats meets The Black Keys; their multitalented love child.

Don't particularly like the vocal but I do adore that wah wah sub bass sound, it's ridiculously full in my haedphones.

This is a really cracking remix from producer whose remixed out of my hometown Kingston, a tune from my adopted city of Leeds. This is so well made really, have to tip my hat to him, keeps the rhythm of the originally but spices it up with a myriad of fantastic samples.

Nought massively original but personallyI don't see that as problem, good flow, decent rhymes and a slick beat, three components that are consistent with UK hip-hop and why I think it stands as some of the best in the world. Liking Caxton Press a lot, debut album out now.

Some classic Opiou chop up business on what was already a guilty please for me.

Full of typical Beach House atmosphere, like a church in a biblical flood, which floats temporally unharmed on the oceans of atrocity whilst God decides how true to his 'destroying everything,' principles he's going to stick.

This isn't as bad as all the nerds on YouTube would have you think (the arguments in the comments is still the best thing about The Tube), I think mummy might have overheated their normally luke warm boiled egg that morning. The 100th release from Metalheadz is nothing to be scoffed at, perhaps the most important label in the history of drum and bass.

Mmmmmmmmm new Calyx and Teebee, full of the usual array of fascinating sounds that makes this collaboration one of the best and most unique. They've just signed exclusively to Ram.

If your thinking the voices sound a bit child like then you'd be right, there four 16 years olds who despite the youth in their voice have the most incredible sounding harmonies, a well written song that if I were patronising and jealous because I was a complete waste of space when I was sixteen and they've achieved something that I've sat on my arse and dreamt about since I first discovered music, i'd say it shows a lot of promise, when really, deep down, I know it already sounds pretty dam polished and amazingly slick.

This is MIA production meets Katy B vocals and it's absolutely sick for it, can't get enough of this, single out now.

So I was quite liking this till that reverberating bass line came in that sounds like Rolf Harris is sticking his wobble board into the blades of a giant fan for the shear childish fun of it and I started to consider what it might sound like in a club. Would it sound amazing or would it make you consider sticking your own face into the blades of that giant fan.

There's something pretty spooky about this single, like someone in an all but empty dungeon with just the dripping nose of the Chinese water torture being carried out on their head.

Just can't believe how good this young duo are, each release gets stronger and stronger, lovely use of vocal as well, a massive talent.

Clams production style suits female vocals to a T, once again his expansive sound becoming the massive cave in which the voice is allowed to echo.

Out on Sub Pop, no surprise it's good really, love the vocal, nipping at itself, it's unashamed pop, it even has a Westlife like key change but it's still wonderfully captivating.

First heard this when being forced to listen to Radio One and was horrified that Hue Stephens was about to introduce me to something new that wasn't 1) dub step or 2) complete shit, thankfully it was a band we featured here before, with their excellent pop record I'm His Girl. This is Friends, who's debut album Manifest is out in June.

If you want to see the word 'dope,' written a hundred times scroll your cursor along the comments on the waveform, they'll be between the squabbling outbursts form hip-hop geeks calling each other 'haters,' and claiming that that the unheard bootleg Aesop track that only they seem to have is the dopiest because, well, they're the only one who has it.

I prefer it when he raps slower and more concisely so you can hear what he's saying, for he is without doubt, my favourite rapper for his poetic lyrics and the rhythm of his flow, accentuated by that distinctive voice. Very excited that this is taken from his first album in over five years out in July. The live, dustbin lid like percussion in the beat are my favourite part, dope.

So basically this is the Ebeneezer Goode of our generation, the same energy and shameless drug promotion that really makes you consider heading down to a English Heritage home this weekend, dressing up in plus fours and doing a few tabs in the sun shine, shouting at some well meaning children who've come to poke with a stick, the grown man lying face down in a pool of his own drool and irreversible psychosis.

This track really works when the Joan Jet, slacker vocal goes all harmony and woos and blends angelically with the screeching organ.

The fantastic voice of Channy Cassell is the real source of beauty in the debut album from Polica, perhaps even more poignant considering this album Give You The Ghost was written in response to her divorce. Her voice is ever so gently distorted, auto tuned maybe but I don’t think it detracts from it, rather it allows it to blend with the other elements of the sound to make one magnificent string of somber joy. This is Lay Your Cards Out feat Mike Noyce, him from Bon Iver, note the band also features two drums kits, always a bonus, this is my album of the month, possibly the year so far.

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I'm normally a hater of pitch-shifted vocal, frankly I think it sounds ridiculous, lazy and falsely trendy but for once they seem to work with the wonderful atmosphere of this track, like a ghost watching his widowed wife in the shower, melancholically knowing that he will never be able to 'make a move,' on her again, instead condemned to haunt the house forever, stuck in a vicious cycle of unquenchable lust.

Apologies

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First up, sorry for lack of content last week and next week, it's been a busy time, I've started on a few new projects that are taking up lots of my time, it will settle once I learn to manage my time better but give me a few weeks. So sadly, another short one today but I hope it's sweet enough.

Also, check out this new radio station www.strongroom.fm, they've only being going a month but have already secured radio shows from the Ninja Tune boys (featuring Coldcut, DK and DJ Food), Moshi Moshi, BBE, Wichita, Ross Allen, Dazed & Confused, Vice Magazine, Clash Magazine, Raf Daddy from The 2 Bears and Data Transmission to name but a few.

Wankers who go to Oceana making music for wankers that go to Oceana. Don't get me wrong, I used to love going to Oceana on a student night where a pint of Stella was two quid and if you didn't get off with an equally inebriated girl you could fight on the extra aggression the Stella gave you; win win.

This is music made for people who actually believe that the tunes in Oceana are alright, for people who think that The Script are the most emotionally important, socially relevant band of all time. Look at these tossers, they're basically tuneful Frankie Cacosa's without the cocaine and the tats.

They tick every box in the manufactured for tossers check list.

Shit, "straight-out-of-bed," hair that makes them look like a bloody lego character? Check.

Delicately styled, bum fluff beards? Check.

Nonsense, pseudo-poetic lyrics? Check.

Feined, cracking voice to try and kid you into think he actually gives a toss about anything else but where his next Bacardi Breezer is coming from? Check

Those horrible, skin tight, v neck t-shirts that are cut down to the wanker-who's-wearing-them's belly button, leaving plenty of room to see his oiled pecks and his TopShop brought cross, the cross of a man who's never been to church and if he really, really listened to the music he buys off iTunes for his one gig iPod shuffle, would realise that logically, there can't be a God? Check

I read a recent article in perhaps my favorite supplement out of all the amazing supplements on the market, the Guardian guide, which spoke of the rise of new funk, quoting Nite Jewel, championed here before, as being one of the innovators of this.

The article complained about bedroom producers making largely sexless, electronic music, ironic considering the environment in which it was made. I found myself agreeing, it has become fashionable to make minimal, space-less, syncopated bore music, like some Hurst-esq conceptual art or Mr and Mrs George Osborne reading quarterly budget reports in a sexless bed before lights out.

What happened to the soul or the rhythm? I suspect many don’t have it but have been able to thrive thanks to this chastity belt currently frigiding music. Thankfully Jai Paul is here with the key, unlocking those rusty hips and making music the sexy slag it should be with this track, Jasmine.

The vocal echoes across itself, it's a simple panning technique in which it's only a millisecond behind in one ear but it's so effective and the repetitive nature is lullaby like and surprisingly tuneful.

Such a cool beat on this track, pretty hard to pigeon-hole it apart from being banging so I won't.

My SoundCloud pen-pall with yet another incredible mash-up, the beat is the instrumental version of The Recipe by Kendrick Lemar feat Dr Dre and the vocal coming from Pitbull featuring Trina and Young Boss in a track called Go Girl.

God dam it I broke my own rule and I've posted something by Ed Sheeran but this remix is something else, it chops the lyrics up enough so you don't have a chance to truly learn to hate the crass content of his lyrics, instead it replaces that processing space with fantastic strings, soothing bass lines and those chopped up beats. Thanks to Fred for pointing this one out, fuck you Ed Sheeran and all you stand for, Koan Sound has temporally saved you.

This builds in to something really magnificent, like waiting for a lift and watching the numbers on the screen slowly ascend until the door opens to reveal a group of synchronised peacocks doing a ritual dance whilst looking you straight in the eye and miming along in perfect lip sync.

I am always banging on about how important weird and interesting sounds are to me in making a song good and in this one it's the sound of echoes like those produced by a submarine, It reminds me of that final scene in The Hunt For Red October, when Sean Conory and what ever member of the Sheen family was good back then, are smoking a cigar up on the deck of the Submarine. They're coming into dock, Conory having defected himself, his crew and the submarine to the American side and he's looking forward to the prospect of settling in America.

Soon that green screen, sunset dream is to be shattered by the reality of Mitt Romely genuinely trying to claim, in the 21st century, that contraception is a bad thing. Even Putin and his brash nationalism is a better bet to that wanted, murderous stupidity.

If you haven't brought The School of Seven Bells album Ghostory yet, this expansively beautiful tune should be the reason why you should.

We've all been there, the end of some night where you've had a few too many pints, you get back and there is nothing on TV accept for the 10th re-run of series five of Family Guy on BBC three, all other channels are either off air or frankly boring, so you end up flicking to Babestation to see what the mostly unsexy girls are up to, it's nothing perverse, more like checking in on the live Big Brother stream to see what the gang are up to, these contestants are just willing to do more above the covers with the lights on and are upfront about wanting the camera to see them.

The auto-tune part of this song made me think of Cher, at which point any sexyness that can possibly be salvaged from Babestation was lost to the thought of her gyrating in squeaky leather on a red sofa, gargling "do you believe in love after love," whilst she beacons you with a long, witch like finger and you start to believe that love has never existed and never will.

http://soundcloud.com/cosmojarvis/gay-pirates

The best song about two pirates being gay for each other I have ever heard.

When I first heard this it reminded me of Baker Man Soul Clap remix, from a DJ point of view they'd go to well together. This is from Manchester's xxxy who's EP Everything is out on 16 April on Well Rounded.

Linky Link

2012-03-21T14:42:00.001-07:00

Makes Perfect by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

Anchorsong - At The Hyatt
Kelpe - Cola Mine
lethemusicplay - Space
Kingdom - SFX
T Williams - Malfunction (feat Alix)
T Williams - Synthia
Walsh - Tribal Dance
The Nomad - Perilous Times (feat. Rayjah45)
Kelpe - I Felt Fuzzy (Native Machine Remix)
Jekyll - Drainpipe
Line Runners - Means To Me

The hollow snare and atmospheric guitars that sound like they've travelled across an ocean, hit the horizon and bounced back are the most alluring thing about this track.

Last week we featured a track for El-P's own forthcoming album, this week we have another track produced by him, this time for Killer Mike featuring Scar, off an album called R.A.P. Music, also forthcoming.

My appreciation of this tune has more to do with the environment and circumstance in which I first heard it (something I think very important when listening to music) than anything actually musically tangible. Do not underestimate the impact the other senses can have on the way we interpret sounds and how these sounds affect us. So important are these factors that I have a vast list of tunes to which I could describe the situation in which I first them to the very last detail, what I was wearing, who else was present and in one memorable example, the last time I showered based on the memory of my unsavoury odor; students!

Environment and mood has a lot to do with how we understand music, certain elements of the track seem to exemplify or soundtrack the world around us and can therefore become engrained in the very fibre of you memory in relation to that specific song. With this relationship established in your memory, the opposite is also true, music has the ability to trigger memory, with specific sounds holding the key to unlock not just the memory itself but the emotions, smells and spirit of that time.

This exact process occurred with this track, the aural and visual experience bouncing of each other to ensure the whole experience was drilled firmly into my mind.

Picture the scene, I was strolling down the road on one of these gorgeous sunny days we've been having, feeling pretty euphoric as it was, high off the vitamin D my winter starved body has been deprived of for so long. Ahead of me was a blossom tree, the wind blowing briskly across it so the petals were floating off the branches towards the other side of the street. With the affect of gravity also working on the petals, they fell at a downward, diagonal angle, running across the road like a sparkling ray of sunshine and, this is were it gets weird, falling like some enlightened shard upon this perfectly dressed old man, the oldest man you could possibly imagine, suited like it was his last day on earth tie, waistcoat and polished Brogues. As this shard of blossom fell on him, it followed his movement like a spot light, chasing him as he rode his bizarrely feminine fold-up bike at some pace along the pavement, swishing his head back and forth like he was the star of some O.T.T. shampoo advert.

Truly, it was one of the most surreal things I have ever seen but I have to asked myself; would it have been so surreal without the music or would the music been so surreal without the old man acting as if his new medicated Head and Shoulders was a gift from heaven?

This song is so dam good, it begins in the eighties with that ever acending synth line and unashamedly 808, electric drum machine, then the vocal and synth pads sneak in and bam, the tune seems to open up like some kind of space time continuum between then and now, being both direct and as expansive as that concept sounds.

When it comes to having her finger on the pulse of popular culture, no one knows better than my mum. Okay, not in every respect, but when it comes to highlighting the lazy nature of certain trends within the industry, no one is more astute.

She has never been more right about the insane, over exposure given to Florence Welch and her machine. It seems as if the BBC and it's army of blinkered disciples, have latched onto this voice and chosen to run with it till the moment people start to loose interest, where presumably, they'll reluctantly get off their backsides and play something else for a change. Well, until they find the next cash cow anyway.

Don't get me wrong, she's great, but seriously, not that great, there are other musicians out there making equally good if not better cathedral safe, howling-vocal-over-an-overly-elongated-chorus music.

Anyways, I couldn't ignore her voice and how well it seemed to work with the ever excellent production of Clams Casino, and there wasn't even a bloody harp in sight! Can you believe it? As noted by Gorilla vs Bear, who posted this initially, the last section in this is really quite extraordinary, it will have most of her current fans bleeding through their ears drums.

Any new material from Nas has to be welcomed with open arms and this doesn't disappoint once the embrace is established, such a distinctive voice and style, with production from the late Heavy D and the not so late, Da Internz.

Atmospheric stuff from Airhead, sounding like one to many whiskeys in the piano bar at the end of the universe, the band staying on after hours to play for a melancholic straggler.

This feels like music that might feature in Gran Theft Auto were it to have an African version or the intro music for a pretentious game that feels it's far more dramatic, like one of those gaming titles you always see on TV which have some outlandishly epic record soundtracking a stunning CGI sequence, small printed by the words 'Not actual game play.' This is not actual game play, it is unbelievably sick, the vocals would be enough on their own but instead they are funnelled into a bell jar of greatness though a wonderfully subtle bass line, muffled bassy kick drums and searching guitar licks. Outstanding.

New release on it's way from Pearson Sound, the artist formally known as Ramadanman. I have always been a fan of his stabbing bass sounds and the build up on this release embraces that dynamic.

Check out this feature on Line Runners, who were featured here a few weeks back, over on kmag. Just heard one of their newer tunes as well, it is seriously big.

http://www.kmag.co.uk/editorial/news/line-runners-line-up-debut-single.html

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When I first heard the lyric, which exposes itself within seconds of the opening line, 'Did your heart shake like this song,' I thought, you arrogant little bastards, what makes you think your music will mike my heart shake? Has my heart ever shaken from music? Probably, there's some pretty good musicians out there but by the sounds of it, you ain't one of them, come on, a bloody piano and a vaguely Cat Spehen's-esq vocal ain't going to move me any time soon. Then it all started building, with overlapping reverberating vocals, church like harmonies, weird angelic sounds and god dam it, my heart did shake a little. Well done you smug scallywags, you win.

http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=15&title=for_bad_dream_hotline_album_stream&more=1&c=1&tb=1&pb=1

Foe, who's single Cold Hold Rock was featured here before, has her debut album out now and it's receiving really great, well deserved reviews, you can stream it via the link above. I'm enjoying the bleak title track and the brilliant, Christina referencing, Genie in A Coke Can, attitude pop at it's best.

The 140 tempo and rumbling dub step like bass line give this tune so much swagger, brooding, ominous ,like a war's about to break out spearheaded by LE1F, who's fed up by all the twitter beef over who's the best rapper alive. Setting out on a remorseless rampage in which he'll take out all those mouthy paper tigers, proving that he might not be the best rapper but certainly the best at not taking shit from no one, the most frightening thing about him, is that he just does't give a dam.

http://soundcloud.com/messandnoise/nick-cave-deborah-harry-the/s-LBflM

Oh my god, oh my god, Nick Cave and Debbie Harry have done a song together! A gorgeous cover of Gun Clubs 1987 song, The Breaking Hand in memory of the bands late front man, Lee Pierce.

Lots of good stuff going on in this track, especially percussion wise, plenty of strange noises.

Frontier Sounds Singes Selections

2012-03-19T07:53:00.001-07:00

That was the slightly frightening but altogether gripping, rumble noise duo Severin, with a track called High Shot taken from their debut EP called Everything Breaks out this week on Tip Top records.

Also out this week is a sneaky single from Orbital's latest record Wonky, their first in eight years, which was released at the beginning of the Month and has been heralded as a return to form for the two brothers who are widely credited as being pioneers of the electronic music scene. It is refreshing to hear modern influence and use of technology being embrace in characteristic style by these relative OAP’s of dance, modern and relevant now in comparison to the dated sound of their debut. This is New France feat Zola Jesus.

If my next track was released on any other week then it would defiantly have been my single of the week, a fantastic vocal, building into and anthemicaly tuneful chorus, if only I understood the words enough to repeat them, bolstered by beautiful electronic strings, rhythmic bass drums and expansive guitar, this is Amadou and Mariam featuring the ever excellent Santigold, with Dougou Badia.

Absolutely no doubt in my mind what the best single of the week was this week. When not listening to Radio Frontier, I often listen to the excellent London based Rinse FM and it was on here that I first heard this tune and it made me instantly turn the speaker up to full and start popping. So good it was I actually tweeted in to ask what song it was and thankfully I got a response, otherwise I might have gone a bit loco. It has such a progressive, addictive ascending and descending synth lead that instantly transports you to the good times with your mates in the club. This is representing UK Funky and the genre at it’s finest, T Williams with Synthia taken from his Can We EP also out this week.

Frontier Sounds SoundCloud Selections

2012-03-18T11:43:00.001-07:00

The term The Blues seems entirely inappropriate when describing something as powerful as that, music this passionate is responsible for starting revolutions, toppling regimes or a very least making people such as myself feel pretty dam happy. That was Big Boss Man from American blues five piece Moonshine Society, a fitting name for a tune that sounds like Emi Lou Harris discovered a batch of papa’s home brew distilling under the stairs and proceeded to do shots of it through her eye balls till her backing band called her onto the stage to let loose in an infectious, raucous but entirely comprehensible rage.

To a young producer who is fast earning the respect of many including the main man himself Lou Reed, who chose one of his remixes as runner in up in recent remix competition for which he was judge. We have another one his remixes for your approval today and like our previous track it is available for free download from SoundCloud.

On the subject of remixes, I found a really interesting one whilst trawling through SoundCloud the other day, always refreshing to hear something that bares almost no resemblance to the original, this a completely new take on N.E.R.D.’s Rockstar by Tall Timber.

I was trying to be all neat and come round full circle with a smooth connection to our opening blues track and my selection of the week and I thought I had found it in a track by Peggy Sue called Parking Meter blues, get it? Obvious I know, but then I heard this track Horror Movie Marathon and knew we were onto something very special indeed, a unique raw sound, unusually gripping, full of passion and ironically for this, ended up giving it more in common with the other track anyway

Hey Shortie

2012-03-14T14:14:00.001-07:00

I know I mentioned her last week but I've had this EP on repeat, especially this song, it just rings with haunting nostalgia. Get your free copy now from www.fabianapaladino.com

I have a certain friend who will take a disturbing delight to how close the word Gang and Spoon are to each other in the widget above. I take not such a disturbing delight to how rhythmic this song is. Good male voices seem to be a theme this week, this one accompanied by a fantastically anthemic backing track.

Damon Albarn and Richard Russel showing a deafness of touch working the buttons here, in the process introducing the voice of Bobby Womack to a whole new generation of listeners. The beat is subtly modern, the synth accompanied with a more traditional piano which gives Womack's old world, blues style a modern interpretation.

Very promising to think that Kathryn Bint has a full length coming out in the not too distant future called Into The Trees, beautiful voice, really elegant arrangement.

If Tropic Thunder taught us anything, and it taught me so much, it's that as a professional actor, you should never go full retard. The history of cinema is littered with examples of stars doing exactly that to the united cringe of everyone else.

It is quite astonishing that they even make it to the set, with a team of paid publicists, advisors, pet dog's toilet cleaners and what ever other over inflated titles they invent to justify hiring more staff for the purpose of extrapolating their own sense of self importance, someone should have advised them not to. I can only image that they allowed it to happen out of some united sense of injustice, a collective disgruntlement born from having to find exactly three fresh Seville oranges to place on the breakfast table every morning.

In steely unison and trying not to laugh, the team agreed, that they all thought it would be a great idea to do that film with the 'special' character in. It will do wonders for your philanthropic image they say, really showcase your range as an artist. Whilst on the subject, we think you should join the Church of Scientology, become a vegan and argue it's merits without once sounding like you know the facts. Get involved in politics, even better, the politics of other countries, you definitely have the right to tell other people how they should live.

Nothing disgusts me more than Dolly Parton's 9 to 5, except when Dolly Parton's 9 to 5 is played in the twilight minutes of a cheese night. All the good looking people have copt off with each other, the sober people having either done the sensible thing and left, or done the even smarter thing considering they've actually been dumb enough to pay cash to get into this shit hole excuse for a good time in the first place, and drunk themselves silly in the hope they might forget all about it tomorrow.

Too drunk to write a flirty text message, let alone operate a condom packet, both sexes have separated, the objective to pull scuppered; the only feasible excuse anyone sound of mind can actually have for going there in the first place. The blokes have condensed into a pack of self proclaimed "Lads," arms locked, some distantly homoerotic shit going down with some tuneless chanting along to the lyrics in the belief that this is what is expected of them at this time.

The girls looking scared of this sweaty huddle, adopt the classic failsafe handbag circle, trying to dance seductively, whilst simultaneously pretending that they'd always been out on a "girlie night,""girl power," and "who needs men anyway," gets bantered about a bit, the lyrics of the song condoning this display, supporting their cause, although secretly they're thinking wow, 9-5 makes me think, maybe we didn't deserve the vote (before you accuse me of being sexist I actually paraphrased this off a female comic called Carid Lloyd who first said it about watching an episode of Loose Women.).

This track samples 9 to 5 is the relevance to all that above.

Sometimes all you need are a couple of electric guitars, some drums and a uniquely coarse voice like the lead singer of Captain Kennedy has, it's so gravely and yours to own for free.

Great to hear the fantastic voice of Beth Ditto back, I really thought the first album was great despite how annoying Standing In The Way of Control got but it wasn't their fault it got overplayed. This is the first taster off A Joyful Noise out on the 22nd May on Colombia.

Another fantastic producer to emerge from Russia producing some deep, moody, atmospheric dub step, haunting stuff and definitely one to keep an eye on.

It's electro fuzed with rock n roll like Jerry Lee Lewis jumped into a shelter during the cold war and we only just remembered to tell him it's okay to come out again. Excellent.

Frontier Sounds Singles Selections

2012-03-12T06:18:00.000-07:00

The wonderfully unique voice of Liz Green in that fantastically moody song, Bad Medicine, sounding like a grounded teenager, devastated because it’s the night everyone from school is going to the park, the tall guy with a premature beard finally got served at Tesco and has brought some home brand vodka for everyone and if he were drunk, he may well just have a chance with that girl he likes but who is several leagues out of his.

Our next single is the continuation of our hormonal hero’s story, contemned to stay in and angry at opportunities missed, he turns to music to express just how bloody unfair his parents are. What would annoy them most he thinks? If I make’s music as loud and as brash and as brilliant for it like Paw Prints by Tango In The Attic.

A house funk crossover track now from Black Diamond Bay, a name taken presumably from the outstanding Dylan track of the same name. As mentioned, it’s hard to pin down We Are Lovers, an air of mystery and intrigue which provably gives more weight to the track than the sum of it’s parts deserves, listen for yourselves.

I’ve gone for something a bit more mature and sensible as my single of the week to counteract the angsty start, a beautiful track from Australian singer songwriter Steve Smyth called Endless Nowdays.

Frontier Sounds SoundCloud Selections

2012-03-12T05:27:00.002-07:00

The deeply atmospheric Fading Memory, the Dominic Ridgeway remix of the Synth Sense original featuring MC Fave. Dominic Ridgeway, a London based producer, is one to keep an eye on as his SoundCoud page will testify his productions keep getting better and better, recording and manipulating his own range of samples that I feel is really giving his tunes a unique, niche quality.

To another outfit perfecting it’s sound, the Leeds based duo Line Runners. They've been producing together for a number of years now, having met through a shared passion for drum and bass, they are now poised for their first release forthcoming on Trust In Music. Means To Me, as the sleeve notes quite accurately say, sounds like a futuristic spacecraft scanning a post apocalyptic wasteland. Imagine David Cameron and Nick Clegg, as punishment for reeking the damage in the first place, being sent like bourgeoisies Budgerigars to survey the damage wrought by Langsly's misguided health reforms, their guilty faces and dunces hats just visible through the tiny slit windows.

To Germany now and a really interesting find in the form of a musician called Fotobakadi who makes really engaging tracks built on live stringed instrumentation, fused with electronica and all no longer then about two minutes in length. This is the suspiciously close to my surname, that it makes it look as if I typed my own name into the search box when scouting for tracks this week but I didn’t I swear, Oliveiro.

My SoundCloud selection of the week comes from Berlin, although it could easily have come straight from the streets of Boston. There are so many exciting things going on with this beat, that it would have made track of the week even without the tight rapping. As always there are more delights to be discovered on Zoenjae’s SoundCloud.

Toy Story

2012-03-08T04:38:00.001-08:00

Toy Story by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

A brand new mix made with my brand new toy, track list below or head over to Mixcloud, start following and see exactly when each track comes in. I go to sleep every night with that Queensway track in my head, it's haunting and a free download!

Milyoo - Hides In Yo

Kebra Katz x Boyfriend – W8WTF (Chaos In The CBD Mix)

Jon Phonics x BUG – Jack Duckworth (Ghost Mutt Remix)

Katy B – Witches Brew (DIPLO Mix)

Milyoo – Down To Love

Korallreven – Sa Sa Samoa (Elite Gymnastics Remix)

Kebra Katz x Boyfriend – Winter Titty (Wheez-ie Remix)

II0 – Rapture (NFIFTYFIVE Remix)

Queensway – Darlin

Sevin – Missing

Sunchase – Moulded (Fade Remix)

Shemo Neat - Maria In The Sky With Lentils (RayGayThom Obessions)

A collaboration between these two was never going to be bad was it? This is a fantastic example to producers out there going down the soundscape route, that it is possible to include melody in the mix, making it far more interesting when the two are combined. I think too much love is being sent the way of producers making deep layers of hazy, muffled, distorted sound, I don't find it particularly clever or interesting, although I'm sure it takes work, i'd listen to it in the context of film but pretty much no where else. This is far more beautiful, on so many different levels and does't sound like someone's been sampling the back end of a fridge, passing it through hundreds of filters and labelling it as music.

A free, three track EP from this fabulous singer songwriter is available from her site http://fabianapalladino.com. Great voice, gorgeously elegant composition which resists the temptation to over layer itself.

This is the first release from Lushlife's forthcoming album Plateau Visions and is stacked to the rafters with hip-hop collaborations, in this case a massive change in direction for Styles P, with Lushlife himself delivering the double speed verses later on.

Familiar Creatures are from London, England according to their SoundCloud. I think someone is telling porkies! This sounds like a damm good knees up in a County pub in Ireland, where a bus full of touring brass, on route to play a passing out ceremony up north somewhere,have coincidently stopped in for a quick authentic Guinness, only to discover the 'real party,' jumping on the bar and starting to jam with these good time Irishmen. Invigorating stuff, even if they are liars.

I have already pre-ordered this little gem, another for my non existent decks but I just see this as a necessary 12 inch come the time I do have enough money to buy some. What I find most endearing about this track is how it develops into a regimentally fun number with the melody bubbling away in perfect time with the percussion, it has the effect of amplifying both elements to form an unstoppable head bouncer.

This feels like such an appropriate number for a day when the is rain running horizontally across the pane of my window. As bleak as it is outside, this water is important and the earth is celebrating as it soaks up this life giving moisture in an attempt to avoid the already inevitable drought. It's a bit odd in England when we claim a drought is on when all we really mean is that Mrs Johnstone down the road won't be allowed to water her chrysanthemums for a few weeks; we need to come up with a new word in context of the UK. For farmers in actual drought prone areas the easing of this baron dryness does feel as euphoric and as important as this song, for Mrs Johnstone, it's putting on that Cliff rendition of Singing In The Rain.

Also available is this loveable one below.

Apart from having an amazing stage name (wouldn't it be better if it turned out to be his real name? Go on, change it, I dare ya) our lad Rufio has a fantastic voice, so good that all it needs to accompany it is a couple of lively distorted gutars and the odd backing vocal. His voice is bold and lively like the dead on a Russian election day. This isn't a one off either, plenty more tracks on his SoundCloud, which with their simplicity showcase the strength of his voice.Free downloads as well, so show this man some love before desperation sends him to X Factor, where he'll get to the final six and loose badly because the "public," don't feel suitably emotional towards his sob story that surrounds his pet gerbil that died unexpectedly when he was eight.

The last band you'd expect to do a decent cover of a Beyonce song but there you go.

Congratulations to Kwes, who has just fulfilled a lifetime dream by signing to Warp, at age 24. I'm not jealous at all. It is almost stupid how talented this guy is, having already produced for the likes of The XX, Micachu, Ghostpoet, Speech De Belle on her latest album. He's released singles on XL and Young Turks, worked with Damon Alburn, played with Jacke Penate and formed several band amongst my favourites, the under rated and brilliantly named, Bono Must Die. Again, he's achieved this all by 24. A a result I want to hate this but it's really, really, really quite good.

It's like, totally so worth waiting for the chorus on this one. It sound like it's been recorded in a cathedral built on the crest of the highest peak of The White Cliffs of Dover.

Keep Shelly in Athens - Our Own Dream from Thanasis Tsimpinis on Vimeo.

More of that melodic soundscape stuff I was banging on about in the beginning but dare I say it, this is even more beautiful.

[The author of this blog has been removed by a gang or record store snobs and locked in their basement till further notice for crimes against Burial]

One of the class mates of Cloud Toy favourite Grimes and recommended to us when she took over Gorilla Vs Bear a few weeks back. This is from their forthcoming debut Tender Opposites.

Angry Noise

2012-03-05T08:25:00.000-08:00

Bitterish Allsorts by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

My latest multi genre mix, track list below or if you head over to my Mixcloud account then it will tell you exactly when each track begins, although with my shabby mixing I doubt that will be necessary.

1) Who Made Who - Below The Cherry Moon

2) Marco Resmann & App - All I Can Think About

2) Before Dark - Baby (Brenmar Remix)

3) Zkosta - Trigger Step

4) Oliver Huntemann - Wahnfried feat Ane Trolle

5) The Weeknd - Same Old Song (Paper Diamond Remix)

6) The Jane Doze - Replacement Ros

7) Akira Kiteshi - Teraohm

8) Etienne De Crecy - Am I Wrong (The Shoes "Slo-Mo," Remix)

9) Cursa - Deep Response

10) Bazil - Infrastructure

11) Fostec - Bon Voyage

12 Rebel Cause - What Lies Within

13) Shabaz Places - Swerve (Signal Path Remix)

Such a beautiful piece of music from Olafur Arnalds, an artist who it is no surprise to hear is also a film score composer, so much depth in this.

Roll up roll up this is the Roll UP!!!!!!!!! of the Blu Mar Ten tune All Or Nothing, stems put up for grabs in the latest Kmag remix competition. In my opinion the original sounded a little too much like an ADHD kid had been deprived of his medicine and locked in a stainless steal kitchen.This remix is the kid being calmed down, powdering up his ritalin, mixing it up with some lemon sherbet and sliding it under the door on a piece of paper. Gobbling up the mixture greedily the boy regains restraint, with focus and the smooth flexing of his limbs he's able to manipulate the door handle in such a way that it opens, allowing him to bowl out smugly to the rolling freedom of the outside world.

Check out some more of their tunes over on their SoundCloud; they've got a very distinct, unique bass sound going on throughout.

The jolliest song about a universal human right no longer existing that I have ever heard. If I agreed with the sentiment (you should see the frankly offensive nonsense I'm allowed to write when I get pissed and operate twitter! Seriously, I was laying into that mug (who is fast becoming the caricature of himself in Team America) Sean Penn so hard on friday) I would almost be persuaded into believe it were a good thing.

This was released digitally on the 20th, available via White On White and could easily feature in the soundtrack for any one of the hundred super hero films that is due to come out in the next few years, as Hollywood plays it safe, sticking to a formula they know works and suits the writers perfectly as it involves them not having to do their jobs and be creative.

Picture our hero, perched fearlessly on a roof top overlooking the metropolis, thoughtful as he considers ditching his vigilante duties and going round to bang that broad he saved from a gang of drunk sailors the other night, although he's worried she might be affected by his own radioactivity, the same radiation he was exposed and that caused him to mutate and be great in the first place. Not that he cares that much for her safety, he's more worried that she might develop superpowers herself and be better than him or worse, go to the bloody press with a kiss and tell story.

There is nothing memorable about boring, you couldn't imagine the meeting between The Drums and your grandparents being anything other than pleasant for all involved but bless em, with their mild altzimers, risk free encounters like these are only likely to stay in their consciousness till the first bar of The Arches intro. What The Drums need to do is storm in there declaring that Lawn Bowls was a game invented by a black man, mean while stealing all grandads Worthers Originals and throwing the empty box back in his face, pissing in the teapot that granny brought through on a tray now being used to eclipse the TV.

They won't like it and they won't like them, but they sure will remember who they were and as an added bonus, the stress is likely to increase the biddies (oh sorry, as of new NHS protocol announced yesterday, "old peoples.") brain activity, which is a proven way to prevent the horrible degenerative disease that is alzheimer's (lots of coffee can reverse the affects quite astonishingly as well).

Wasn't expecting this melodic vocal to just pop out of those regimental drums like that, pleasantly surprising.

Fast becoming one of my favourite bands for the serious amount of drama this duo are able to pack into each tune. Their debut album is out now and a must for anyone who likes things interesting and dramatic, which is anyone who isn't a bottle cap collector or Radio One listener.

Feel good, answer and response rock.

The relative new kid on the scene Hamilton, had me at the female vocal and then blew me away after the drop. This one is out in March and an essential for the record bag, especially when you've judged the crowd wrong and played some techy, industrial business and require a floor filler.

The different roads of the Junction have been artistically joined together to form one giant loop by the clones of Roger and Lionel Penrose, created via DNA extracted from their bones. The result is the most incredible race track the world has ever seen, with grandstands looming over all sides and thousands of spectators screaming in glee as aged member of Made In Chelsea and Hollyoaks do battle to the death in futuristic, gravity defying hover craft. This is what that experience would feel like.

If only you could condense the collective shame and disappointment felt by all those who brought her album into a tonic, then you could make a fortune selling it to football clubs as a pick me up for the poor bugger who misses the penalty in the shoot out. "Don't worry Anthony Gerrard Son, at least you didn't buy Le Roux's debut album like all these mugs, here, taste their disappointment."

The one good good thing to come out of the super nova like implosion of La Roux's success, is the rise in exposure of her keyboard player Mike Norris, who produces under the name Fort Romeau.

This is a properly apt title, sounding like the Aztecs struggling to deal with the affects of modern warfare in the form of the common cold, recently inflicted upon and soon to destroy them; their immune systems are not prepared. As it takes a strangle hold on their minds they forget how to use their cooking implements, banging on them as they call in feverish song to the Gods, despairing as they've killed every virgin in the village yet nothing seems to be happening.

Supergroups almost by ironic definition are meant to be shit, see The Travelling Wilburys, The Highwaymen and more recently The Good, The Bad and The Queen. However, this new project comprising of musical mastermind Damon Albarn, Chilli Pepper's basset Flea and drummer from Fela Kuti, Tony Allen, pisses all over that definition, pitching it just right between funky and experimental; it has such a great groove.

This is further proof that Alburn and Co have well and truly won (if there can be a winner in a media invented contest) the extended battle of Britpop. Where as Blur have all diversified, with Coxon's very credible solo project, Alburn's musical dexterity through multiple successes such as above, James' craftsmanship in rotting milk into tasty, inventive cheese and Rowntree's, erm, credibility as a lawyer. Oasis members have stagnated. The remaining cast in the skeleton that is the band are throwing out forgettable songs that sound like an idealess Oasis and Noel Gallegher's High Flying Birds have been throwing out shit songs that sound Alex James' salad cream flavoured cheese has soured.

Nite Jewel, who's been backed here for a while, is releasing this debut EP for sale on the 6 March.

A charming little number from this Leeds based, orchestral eight piece, Arthur Rigby. A song that just keeps on developing like a fine wine or the scandal at News International.

This is absolute sickos, out on the fifth of March, filth and rhythm.

Frontier Sounds Singles Selections

2012-03-05T08:23:00.002-08:00

Also out this week is this split 7 inch from Full Time Hoby. Side two features a squelchy, not endearingly lo-fi track from Pinkunoizo called Parabolic Delusions where as side features the far more loveable Clap by Hooded Fang.

Just to prove that I'm down with the kids and all that, my next selection is one the kids will really understand; if those kids were kids forty years ago, back when they were like 'hey Gerald, what is up? What is the latest pop record that is really cool on the cobbles? What rocking sterogram artist can I spend my thrupney bit on and then spin at medium volume on my gramophone?' Well you funky hipsters, Tom Jones of course. This is the latest in Third Man Records Blue Series, featuring Tom lending those distinctive pipes to Holwin' Wolf's classic Evil, given a contemporary twist with our man Jack White on production buttons.

My next one is for those young in both body and mind, although I encourage any one of any age to get up and have a little boogie to this one by Sinden feat Natelie Storm called Pull Up Wheel Up.

There was only really one choice for single of the week for me this week, from one of my favourite bands of all time now becoming unstoppable hot monsters. If you don’t like this then your dead inside or your pulse must be pretty slow in which case I recommend you go see a doctor stat or better still, buy the remedy first hand and go see this duo live. Seeing The Black Keys still rates as the best gigs I’ve been two, they make so much noise and it will awaken even the most soulless of humans. Gold On The Ceiling is taken from El Camino, out now.

Frontier Sounds SoundCloud Selections

2012-03-05T08:14:00.000-08:00

An unusual starting selection for Frontier Sounds because honestly, I am not the biggest fan of metal but in the interests of appealing to every taste, I am attempting to broaden my horizons and selflessly play something that isn’t necessary my cup of tea. Saying that though, there is something Bizarrely charming about this track from Dope Body called Lazy Slave. Maybe it’s the teasing element, having you think it might kick off at any moment like John Prescott at a WI meeting, but somehow he keeps his cool, smiling awkwardly through the gross hypocrisy of flower arranging taught side by side with feminist ideology.

Keeping it on the free download flex, my next choice is from a firm Frontier Sounds favourite THEESatisfaction, who keep releasing tantalising free teasers from their forthcoming debut album called awE naturalE out on the 27^th March. Enchantruss reminds me of an Alien invasion, with the mechanical bass drone like the machines from War of The Worlds, just as I though of this imagine the lyrics happened to reference Orson Wells, which confirmed that this was a deliberate effect as his 1938 adaptation of the H.G. Wells book is what is said to have made his name.

One of my favourite pastimes when searching for tracks on SoundCloud is looking at other users comments on tracks, this next selection promoting brilliant outbursts such as ‘oh my,’ ‘Yes yes,’ ‘oooo baby,’ 'sooooooo good,’ ‘oooooh my days,’ and my favourite, ‘it’s just a bit sexy really, isn’t it?’ Well Ferryman a.k.a Epico, I couldn’t agree with you more. This is Totem by Dark Sky out at the end of March on Black Acre Records.

Finally as we wave gleefully goodbye to winter and beckon in spring, our musical tastes must adjust accordingly. My SoundCloud selection this week therefore is this delightfully funky, jazz hip-hop piece called Apples and Pears by Susurrus, sweet as summer itself.

Angry Noise

2012-03-01T02:19:00.003-08:00

Bitterish Allsorts by Cloudboy on Mixcloud

1) Who Made Who - Below The Cherry Moon

2) Marco Resmann & App - All I Can Think About

2) Before Dark - Baby (Brenmar Remix)

3) Zkosta - Trigger Step

4) Oliver Huntemann - Wahnfried feat Ane Trolle

5) The Weeknd - Same Old Song (Paper Diamond Remix)

6) The Jane Doze - Replacement Ros

7) Akira Kiteshi - Teraohm

8) Etienne De Crecy - Am I Wrong (The Shoes "Slo-Mo," Remix)

9) Cursa - Deep Response

10) Bazil - Infrastructure

11) Fostec - Bon Voyage

12 Rebel Cause - What Lies Within

13) Shabaz Places - Swerve (Signal Path Remix)

Such a beautiful piece of music from Olafur Arnalds, an artist who it is no surprise to hear is also a film score composer, so much depth in this.

Roll up roll up this is the Roll UP!!!!!!!!! of the Blu Mar Ten tune All Or Nothing, stems put up for grabs in the latest Kmag remix competition. In my opinion the original sounded a little too much like an ADHD kid had been deprived of his medicine and locked in a stainless steal kitchen.This remix is the kid being calmed down, powdering up his ritalin, mixing it up with some lemon sherbet and sliding it under the door on a piece of paper. Gobbling up the mixture greedily the boy regains restraint, with focus and the smooth flexing of his limbs he's able to manipulate the door handle in such a way that it opens, allowing him to bowl out smugly to the rolling freedom of the outside world.

Check out some more of their tunes over on their SoundCloud; they've got a very distinct, unique bass sound going on throughout.

The jolliest song about a universal human right no longer existing that I have ever heard. If I agreed with the sentiment (you should see the frankly offensive nonsense I'm allowed to write when I get pissed and operate twitter! Seriously, I was laying into that mug (who is fast becoming the caricature of himself in Team America) Sean Penn so hard on friday) I would almost be persuaded into believe it were a good thing.

This was released digitally on the 20th, available via White On White and could easily feature in the soundtrack for any one of the hundred super hero films that is due to come out in the next few years, as Hollywood plays it safe, sticking to a formula they know works and suits the writers perfectly as it involves them not having to do their jobs and be creative.

Picture our hero, perched fearlessly on a roof top overlooking the metropolis, thoughtful as he considers ditching his vigilante duties and going round to bang that broad he saved from a gang of drunk sailors the other night, although he's worried she might be affected by his own radioactivity, the same radiation he was exposed and that caused him to mutate and be great in the first place. Not that he cares that much for her safety, he's more worried that she might develop superpowers herself and be better than him or worse, go to the bloody press with a kiss and tell story.

The drums are so bloody nice aren't they? A great man once said "There is no good in nice," and I have always been inclined to agree with him but the start of this song had me doubting myself, can you believe it? Thank god the niceness did the thing that it always does and encourage you to stay around longer than you should, to the point where bordem levels are so high that you're seriously considering downloading Ferne Cotton's weekly podcast so that you can hear her talk about herself all day long

There is nothing memorable about boring, you couldn't imagine the meeting between The Drums and your grandparents being anything other than pleasant for all involved but bless em, with their mild altzimers, risk free encounters like these are only likely to stay in their consciousness till the first bar of The Arches intro. What The Drums need to do is storm in there declaring that Lawn Bowls was a game invented by a black man, mean while stealing all grandads Worthers Originals and throwing the empty box back in his face, pissing in the teapot that granny brought through on a tray now being used to eclipse the TV.

They won't like it and they won't like them, but they sure will remember who they were and as an added bonus, the stress is likely to increase the biddies (oh sorry, as of new NHS protocol announced yesterday, "old peoples.") brain activity, which is a proven way to prevent the horrible degenerative disease that is alzheimer's (lots of coffee can reverse the affects quite astonishingly as well).

Wasn't expecting this melodic vocal to just pop out of those regimental drums like that, pleasantly surprising.

Fast becoming one of my favourite bands for the serious amount of drama this duo are able to pack into each tune. Their debut album is out now and a must for anyone who likes things interesting and dramatic, which is anyone who isn't a bottle cap collector or Radio One listener.

Feel good, answer and response rock.

The relative new kid on the scene Hamilton, had me at the female vocal and then blew me away after the drop. This one is out in March and an essential for the record bag, especially when you've judged the crowd wrong and played some techy, industrial business and require a floor filler.

Imagine being drugged and waking up underneath the spaghetti junction to find that it's fifty years later, the old roads, defunct now because of advancements in teleport and flying car technology, are being used instead for some bizarre kind of celebrity death race.

The different roads of the Junction have been artistically joined together to form one giant loop by the clones of Roger and Lionel Penrose, created via DNA extracted from their bones. The result is the most incredible race track the world has ever seen, with grandstands looming over all sides and thousands of spectators screaming in glee as aged member of Made In Chelsea and Hollyoaks do battle to the death in futuristic, gravity defying hover craft. This is what that experience would feel like.

Hands up who misses Le Roux? Come on, anyone? There must be one? No. I think everyone has come to realise the quality of Skream's In For The Kill remix, in that it tricked a nation full of people into believing that the woman behind the original was something special, rather than some cringing castrati who puts her ear splitting, beige woes to some Looney Toon, electronic beats.

If only you could condense the collective shame and disappointment felt by all those who brought her album into a tonic, then you could make a fortune selling it to football clubs as a pick me up for the poor bugger who misses the penalty in the shoot out. "Don't worry Anthony Gerrard Son, at least you didn't buy Le Roux's debut album like all these mugs, here, taste their disappointment."

The one good good thing to come out of the super nova like implosion of La Roux's success, is the rise in exposure of her keyboard player Mike Norris, who produces under the name Fort Romeau.

This is a properly apt title, sounding like the Aztecs struggling to deal with the affects of modern warfare in the form of the common cold, recently inflicted upon and soon to destroy them; their immune systems are not prepared. As it takes a strangle hold on their minds they forget how to use their cooking implements, banging on them as they call in feverish song to the Gods, despairing as they've killed every virgin in the village yet nothing seems to be happening.

Supergroups almost by ironic definition are meant to be shit, see The Travelling Wilburys, The Highwaymen and more recently The Good, The Bad and The Queen. However, this new project comprising of musical mastermind Damon Albarn, Chilli Pepper's basset Flea and drummer from Fela Kuti, Tony Allen, pisses all over that definition, pitching it just right between funky and experimental; it has such a great groove.

This is further proof that Alburn and Co have well and truly won (if there can be a winner in a media invented contest) the extended battle of Britpop. Where as Blur have all diversified, with Coxon's very credible solo project, Alburn's musical dexterity through multiple successes such as above, James' craftsmanship in rotting milk into tasty, inventive cheese and Rowntree's, erm, credibility as a lawyer. Oasis members have stagnated. The remaining cast in the skeleton that is the band are throwing out forgettable songs that sound like an idealess Oasis and Noel Gallegher's High Flying Birds have been throwing out shit songs that sound Alex James' salad cream flavoured cheese has soured.

Nite Jewel, who's been backed here for a while, is releasing this debut EP for sale on the 6 March.

A charming little number from this Leeds based, orchestral eight piece, Arthur Rigby. A song that just keeps on developing like a fine wine or the scandal at News International.

This is absolute sickos, out on the fifth of March, filth and rhythm.

Bitterish Allsorts

2012-02-29T08:01:00.001-08:00

Some more soon-to-be-releasers with some free downloads thrown in amongst the pigeon's, heading up the tempo's from the start, track listing below.

1) Who Made Who - Below The Cherry Moon
2) Marco Resmann & App - All I Can Think About
2) Before Dark - Baby (Brenmar Remix)
3) Zkosta - Trigger Step
4) Oliver Huntemann - Wahnfried feat Ane Trolle
5) The Weeknd - Same Old Song (Paper Diamond Remix)
6) The Jane Doze - Replacement Ros
7) Akira Kiteshi - Teraohm
8) Etienne De Crecy - Am I Wrong (The Shoes "Slo-Mo," Remix)
9) Cursa - Deep Response
10) Bazil - Infrastructure
11) Fostec - Bon Voyage
12 Rebel Cause - What Lies Within
13) Shabaz Places - Swerve (Signal Path Remix)

Frontier SoundCloud Selections

2012-02-28T01:33:00.000-08:00

The artist known simply as Arnet with a track know simply as Magnus kicking off our SoundCloud selections this week, just one of the many delights to be found via the medium of SoundCloud. Excuse my ignorance but I can only assume he’s rapping in German, was liking it more for the melodic beat than anything else.

Free download for you now dance fans and like last week, it’s time to crank up your speaker, especially that sub, to the max. All the way from Tornoto Canada, introducing the greatly named Crass Mix. This one is a remix of a Seba tune called Painted Skies and along with some more original compositions is available for download on the Crass Mix SoundCloud page, a link to this and all other tracks on the Frontier Sounds show page.

In the immortal words of Danny Dyer we have a “naughty,” cover of Nancy Sanatra’s Bang Bang, not a whisper on the original or even the hugely enjoyable Audio Bullies cover but like vegetarian food, dinner with in laws and horridly twee, badly written, emotionally manipulating Hugh-Grant-playing-a-posh-English-fop films by Richard Curtis, your willing to enjoy them once in a while.

To my selection of the week and another free download, this time from Ilkley moor inhabitants The Swing Movement.

Frontier Sounds Singles Selections

2012-02-27T09:33:00.000-08:00

The wonderfully lo-fi Dirty White, the title track of Sisterland’s latest EP and sounding like it’s been recorded using the fella’s microwave, if that microwave was the smuggest microwave in world! The microwave is pleased with itself because after years of heating poorly prepared potatoes and stinking Iceland ready meals, which inevitably explode, spilling their gloopy residue all over it’s innards, it has been lovingly cleaned and restored by a musical mad man, who coats it with lashings of Mr Muscle and uses it solely for the purpose of recording lo-fi pop perfection.

Maia - Living In The Alligator from Maia on Vimeo.

A bit of folk-pop from Maia and Living In The Aligator. When I was looking for a source to embed, I came across the video and to my delight discovered that Daily Frontier’s very own George Powell appears to be moonlighting as the bands banjo player; I had always suspected. Watch and catch a glimpse of this notoriously reclusive celebrity yourself.

Free download now From Dave Earnhardt Jr Jr, just visit their Facebook page, like them and it's all yours. Speaking of Facebook likes, congratulations to Radio Frontier for smashing through the 2,000 mark last week. If you haven’t done so already then do so now, and tell a fiend to tell a friend to tell a friend.

Now normally I don’t find cross-dressing funny, not that it freaks me out or disgusts me; it just isn’t funny. I’ve only done it once myself and I was bullied into it by some drunk Australian’s on a boat, where escape was no option and I feared they might throw me over board if I objected. However, this song by The Magnetic Fields is all about cross dressing and is funny, as funny as it is tragic. A brilliant song about a man who discovers the only woman he’s ever truly loved is his best mate in drag.