Ayo so real talk, I haven’t lived in NYC for very long and ya’ll got some fucking humidity issues. Like seriously, damn. Colorful Colorado, where I’m from, was also Bone Dry Colorado. It was also Meth Head Pastor Cavorting With Male Escorts Colorado, but enough about my state. All that matters right now is the new Bro Safari x UFO! collab album!!!

So I’m sitting here in this space, lamenting the film of sweat I’ve acquired thanks to this bullshit moisture in the air, and it suddenly becomes okay once I start playing the new joint from these two purveyors of trap-step. It’s the full on electro-fest experience from the comfort of my office chair, sitting here listening to one trappy dubstep cut after the other; the next track consistently grimier and dirtier than the last, and my body simply reacting accordingly. It seems both artists have mastered the long theorized genre of psychosomatic trap.

Excuse me while I cook at my desk.

But really, while a lot of people aren’t receptive to dubstep in 2k13, those same people are missing out. The whomp-y version of dubstep that Americans have come to know and love still has a surprising amount of life left in it, and both producers prove to us why. There’s also a good amount of versatility on this album, with tracks occasionally stretching beyond trap and dubstep and breaching into the borders of moombahton territory. Even retro synths a la my boy Giorgio Moroder get a nod on tracks like The Dealer (pretty sure that intro is from Scarface).

Bottom line is that some of your friends are gonna turn up their noses when they see/hear/lip-read the word “dubstep”. Your friends don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, so get as low as you can to that filthy new new.

When I was young and in high school, I used AltaVista (one of those archaeo-search-engines of the past; pre-Google) on an old beigh-box Windows 2000 machines to find Geocities sites explaining how to astrally project myself when I went to sleep. This is what I studied nearly every day in the library’s tiny computer room instead of meeting with my chemistry tutor. I wish me from the future would’ve sent Metal_Mother_IONIKA.zip to my old hotmail account.

With obvious similarities to Grimes et al, you’d be wrong to immediately pass judgment and dismiss Metal Mother‘s sound as derivative. In fact, Metal Mother shares a lot more in common with that early wave of EBM that branched out of the industrial scene. Equal parts VNV Nation, Dead Can Dance, The Cure, and even the strange, obscure sect of 80s dark ambient that has always been impossible to genre-fy.

Also, that opening synth on the track “Little Ghosts”. Remind you of anything?

Ionika, Metal Mother’s sophomore album, is a pretty recent (month-old) release, and for some reason they’ve remained relatively unknown despite music videos and releases going back to 2011. Hit up the Soundcloud embed below, sprinkle some DMT on your favorite breakfast cereal, and drift through phantom-space for a little while.

50 Shades of J’s from Greg B on Vimeo.

Do you like dope art by awesome people? Are you a sneaker freak? Do you wanna show up and chill with a bunch of down motherfuckers and hob-knob with the cool-kid illuminati?

Yeah? You sure? Because the work of Greg Bemis attracts all of that and more. So hit up up Rime this upcoming Saturday, June 1st, and get on that mingle status with a bunch of like-minded individuals.

OAKLAND! You tryna get wavy and/or ravey this weekend? Check out SICK SAD RAVE featuring TOTAL FREEDOM and MASSCOORAMAAN from Fade To Mind, along with Lights Down Low resident JOAQUIN BARTRA. A bunch of SSR residents are on deck: SPACEGHOST (ASTRO NAUTICO), SO WHAT (SWERVE/FRITENITE), NETO (SWERVE/TT6), and BOBBY PERUU (TT6). ALL PLUR EVERYTHING.

Get off your ass and step away from the comforts of your computer screen and experience the internet IRL style. Yeah, we love Tumblr too, but Fade To Mind switches seamlessly between genres faster than you can reblog. PRETTY DAMN FAST. STUDIO 361. BE THERE OR BE NOT BASED.

My dude lowa letta is one trippy guy and most definitely reps Cokey Shores Miami and the Florida Keys to the fullest. His music is in the same vein as his frequent collaborators and fellow homies Metro Zu and Shuttle Life, and man do these boys know how to have fun. Being the outdoorsy nature boy that he is his raps are full of drugs, ho fucking, sail boats, and plenty of exploration, whether it be via hunting and bike riding down dirt trails.

On his newest adventure, Low-tide : Bone’s Street, he goes in on 9 totally engaging beats and proves he really lives this life. Each track is full of bass and really puts me into his zone and mindstate. He has production from the likes of Lofty305, himself, klvntvler, nospaceape, and RegulaB. My personal favorite track is “klvn tyler X lowa letta” produced by Raider Klan’s klvntvler, which is a hype track with heavy bass and is about having sexual relations with a babe on a boat, so dope. I suggest going out in nature with your headphones, put this tape on your ipod, take some shroomies, bring plenty of weed, and sit back and enjoy. Also make sure to download all his other tapes as well and don’t forget the two tapes that me and him collaborated on recently.

One of the only good things about breaking a limb, is getting your friends to sign your cast. The unimaginative amongst your crew will simply write their name, or “get well soon”. If you hang out with degenerates and/or creative types, you’ll inevitably get some wild art on your cast; like a dick spaceship crashing int a planet that’s a vagina.

If you live in Los Angeles, now you have the opportunity to replicate that experience, and you won’t even need a broken arm. Next Friday, June 1st, L’amour Supreme will be at Mishka LA, customizing shirts on some middle of the mall shit. L’amour will have a couple of designs that you can mix and match, along with a full compliment of wild ass, day glow colors. If you wanna get wild you can bring a picture of some dude you hate from your job, and L’amour will make a customized R.I.P shirt with a caricature of your frienemy’s face. Wear that joint to work, let lil homey know he’s about to get dumped on. Maybe then, he’ll stop eating your lunch out the goddamn fridge.

Friday, June 1st, 12- 5PM
Mishka Los Angeles
128 S. La Brea
Los Angeles, CA 90036

GIORGIO MORODER – YOUR DISCO LIFE from Jay Buim on Vimeo.

Giorgio Moroder sat down for an interview recently, and revealed how he turns out wave after wave of sexy synth beatz.

“But wait!”, you say. “The author of this post intentionally misled us and that’s not Giorgio!”, you say.

Yeah, I know it’s not really Giorgio Moroder, but I think it’s a clever impression of the man, and it’s great to see people actually pay attention to him after disco bit the fucking dust 30+ years ago. Yeah, he was an amazing film score composer, as well, but it’s his disco output that’s finally getting some retro-cool recognition via Daft Punk and their latest album.

If you watched the Creator Series with actual Giorgio Moroder prior to the release of Random Access Memories, you’ll probably get where the dudes in the above video got their ideas. Moroder is a legitimate disco legend, but he’s kinda been relegated to obscurity since disco’s hard and fast death. His being cast back into the limelight really underscores the fact that he’s 73-years old. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy, but he’s kind of just like…I don’t know…a grandfatherly Moog-wizard at this point. And when a grandfatherly Moog-wizard DJs his very first set in the year 2013, it crosses over from charming resurgence of popularity, to that feeling you get when you see a cool-dad blasting a yesteryear trap banger from his recently-leased Camaro.

I feel all the love in the world for Mr. Moroder, but this hilarious parody mirrors my sentiments perfectly

Warner Bros put up the latest Man of Steel trailer, and it looks like they’re pulling out all the stops for the mistreated franchise.

Lots of death and destruction, and lots of mass murder at the hands of General Zod, who is going to be Superman‘s primary antagonist this time around.

Following in the footsteps of the Dark Knight Trilogy, Man of Steel looks to be taking on a decidedly darker tone. Fucking finally, right? Since the character’s inception, no one (in film) has done enough to dispel this hokey, super-clean cut, hero-in-our-darkest-hour-but-usually-just-a-nerdy-journalist persona that keeps getting recycled. Give me a tortured, alienated, not-of-this-earth Superman rife with believable inner conflict, already.

Man of Steel hits theaters June 14 for U.S. peeps.

Screaming skulls stretched to distortion and beyond recognition are the friends Craig Wheat surrounds himself with — they are the feverishly frenetic visions that kick around in Wheat’s head. On Friday, May 31^st МИШКА will be hosting an event at our flagship store at 350 Broadway. The event will celebrate the art of Craig Wheat, and debut an exclusive shirt made by the artist for МИШКА.

Wheat’s work is a response to the sensory onslaught we deal with every day. There is a sly deceptive humor that runs through his work. His characters are always twisted and foul versions of reality. And sometimes they are just reality: one piece is a tight shot of a wolf — his snout soaked in blood — biting into the neck of his prey. Over the picture text reads: Nature is brutal. Nature is indeed brutal, and so is the work of Craig Wheat. The scope of Wheat’s sting is perhaps best exemplified by his “Crust Fund Kids” project. It is a collection of ink on paper illustrations that seamlessly melds the sensibilities of crust punk and trust fund kids — while wholeheartedly sending up both. Wheat is a multidisciplinary artist based out of Portland, Oregon. Wheat received his BFA in Painting from Montana State University, and his MFA in Visual Studies from the Pacific Northwest College of Art. Wheat lists, “fashion culture, comics, cats, skateboarding and the visualization of music culture” as the integral tenants of his aesthetic.

On Friday, May 31^st МИШКА will open the doors to its flagship Brooklyn store, at 350 Broadway, to host an event showcasing the work of Craig Wheat. The event will also mark the in-store and online release of an exclusive shirt Wheat made for МИШКА. The event begins at 7 p.m. and ends at 10 p.m.

Friday May 31st, 7pm-10pm
Мишка
350 Broadway
Brooklyn, NY
718-388-1725

J/M/Z to Marcy Ave
G to Broadway
L to Lorimer

PX$H6XD (aka Freebase) just posted this new beat yesterday with the tag “CYBERPNK FNK”, and the self-described genre is pretty appropriate. You could play this in a London jungle dance club circa 1991 and most of the ppl in there probably wouldn’t skip too much of a beat. The tempo on the PX$H6XD track is a lot slower, but all those familiar rave-hop sounds are present.

Check it out if you ever wanted to get down and dirty with your girl to some chopped and screwed Ridge Racer-type shit.

Yeah, girl….Damn girl damn. Hold up lemme pause this game girl damn.

Set in some grim future where malevolent robots and monster bikers terrorize the populace of Limit City, Skull and Shark is Dave Rapoza‘s gargantuan personal project. Part Blade Runner, part Cyberpunk 2020, and part TMNT-inspired weirdness, the trailer is a 16-bit preview of all things future-occult.

Bonusssssssss!!!! Lazerhawk, who I rep’d just the other day, was cool enough to provide the trailer’s soundtrack.

Because of the massive scope of the project (Rapoza is writing, drawing, and inking everything himself) we might not see Skull and Shark for a while. But hey, at least we can just watch the trailer on repeat forever (it’s that good).

No, I won’t shut up about No Zodiac. I won’t shut up about their flavor of negative hardcore that’s so brutal, violent and mean-spirited that I have to keep spreading the good word.

Do ski masks make you nervous? Does senseless violence against innocent people make you uncomfortable? Do you think this entire city is going to collapse in on itself in a hellstorm of blood and fire? Do you think genuinely bad people exist? Do they scare you?

Then maybe you’ll dig these Baphomet-repping, occult straight-edgers as much as I do! And fwiw, the guys all seemed really nice when I saw them play.

;) <3 u NZ.

Unfortunately, they haven't released anything since last year's Population Control, which you can download for free through their Facebook page. Hit up those free EPs, too, and let them know how much you dig em. Maybe that’ll get us a new album of murder-anthems sooner rather than later.

ALL BLOOD TO THE BLOOD GOD

Just when I’m about to write an ubi sunt-styled post about booty bass, muhfuckin’ Fool’s Gold goes and posts some exquisite new shit in the same goddamned vein.

They literally just dropped this track from Rynecologist & Meech, and the fucking moment I clicked it, my arms flew up into the air like I’d just discovered cold fusion, or proved the existence of ghosts or something (they’re real).

UGH, just listen to it! Boom, boom, boom, boom on that fast-house bass. Some simple conga loops. And then the all-important baritone narrator….

Faceless and persuasive, the voice encourages all of us to pretty much just get naked and grind to the New Revelation. Booty Christ loves us all, and the Church of Nu-Ghettotech is upon us.

Got-damn son, got-Damn!!!

Yung Lean keeps turning out the weirdness at a prolific rate, and this time he teams up with DJ Smokey for a tra…hold up, hold up , hold up, hold up.

So yeah, seriously. I gotta just repeat one line from this cut before I continue because I can’t stop thinking about how insane it is: “All these hoes want my pee pee in a jar where they can save it.”

Okay, done, back to the track.

Like I was saying, Yung Lean and DJ Smokey put this up a couple days ago, and it’s probably one of the best I’ve heard from either of them in a lil while. Basically, Lean’s brand of hyper de-centered rap is perfect for DJ Smokey’s out-of-body beats. What I mean, is that while Lean is actually good at rapping, there’s no arc or story-telling aspect to it. And that’s actually a good thing for what he seems to be going for. Yung Lean goes from describing a bevy of drugs, to girls wanting his urine, to describing himself as “not human”, to dropping a Lambo reference out of fucking nowhere . It’s basically a talented distillation of weird-rap tropes.

For this collab, Smokey produced a beat that shares a lot of similarity with his other work, like “#CODEINEDEMONZ”. Slow-ish tempo, deeeeeeeep bass melodies, and repetitive 16-bit background FX. In fact, all that background noise reminds of a sloooowed down version of this track from a well known RPG from the 90s. And shoutout to that Poe laugh at the beginning of the track. Smokey’s on that Zelda tip.

Yung Lean’s Unknown Death 2002 is out on Мишка Records this July and don’t you dare miss it. Don’t you hurt me like that.

Summer has fucking arrived. As I write this it is a balmy 84 degrees, and the effects of much-needed sunlight is starting to show: staying out later, feeling generally better, having more fun, wearing less clothing. As the great William Smith once opined, “It’s like the summer’s a natural aphrodisiac.” One of the best parts about not having to lug heavy coats and backpacks everywhere is you can stay out all day, hopping to various houses of ill repute without fucking up your swag. Still, it’s always good to have a plan, right? And for those lazy summer days when you’ve been smoking out, spending too much time indoors, I’ve compiled a list of shows that you can jet to as an impromptu outing. Free Flatbush Zombies/Underachievers? Free Big Boi in Prospect Park? Free SHAGGY!? It’s gonna be a good one. Sorry if I didn’t include your shitty band, but feel free comment below with more options!

Andre Nickatina / Roach Gigz / Lakutis / Mumbls – May 22, 7:30, Santos Party House – $17 Advance, $20 Door

oOoOO / Selebrities / Darksister – May 23, 8:30, Glasslands – $10

Cam’ron – May 30, 9:30, S.O.B.’s (21+) – $30

*FREE* Red Hook Park Shows:

Flatbush Zombies / The Underachievers – June 4, 7PM

Rakim – June 5, 7PM

Ty Segall with Fuzz – June 6, 7PM

Fat Tony – June 10, 9PM, Knitting Factory – $8

Salute to Hip-Hop with Big Daddy Kane, M.O.P., Chubb Rock, Grand Puba – June 12, 8PM, Highline Ballroom – $27.50

Gunplay – June 12, 8PM, S.O.B.’s (18+) – $12

Baths – June 15, 6:30, Webster Hall (18+) – $17

The Roots and Jim James – June 18, 6PM, Prospect Park Bandshell – $41

*FREE* Big Boi / Phony Ppl / D-Nice – June 20, 6:30, Prospect Park Bandshell

Wale – June 24, 8:30, Best Buy theater – $29.50

Smoke DZa & Vinny Cha$e / BBA / H Squared / Caspa Narkz – June 26, 7PM, The Studio At Webster Hall – $20

Geto Boys – June 30, 8PM, B.B. King Blues Club – $30

Souls of Mischief 20th Anniversary – July 3, 9PM, S.O.B.’s – $25

Mobb Deep – July 17, 8PM, Stage 48 (16+) – $30

Peter Rosenberg’s Birthday Show with Odd Future and Meek Mill – July 20, 7PM, $42

Das EFX / Black Sheep / Nice & Smooth – July 20, 7PM, B.B. King Blues Club – $30

Disclosure & TNGHT – August 6, 5PM Central Park Summer Stage – $36

Death Grips – August 7, 8PM, Webster Hall – $20

*FREE* Shaggy / TK Wonder – August 9, 7:30, Prospect Park Bandshell

Mad Decent Block Party with Major Lazer, Dillon Francis, Flosstradamus, Rockie Fresh, Keys N Krates, Destructo, Matt & Kim – August 10, 1PM, Williamsburg Park – $43

Haleek Maul – August 22, 8:30, Glasslands (21+) – $10

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