Styles: gluttony, starvation, “Alice grows big as she grows small” Others: Heavens to Betsy, Uniform, Sibling, Lydia Lunch
How strange it is to have a body at all. Or, how strange it is that it isn’t strange for some to have a body. Being a body versus knowing that one is a body emerges as a dividing line — how much do you think about your body? Devour exists within this fault line: as a body being consumed by a world and as a body consuming parts of the world, as a shrinking body among growing systems of control and as a growing body determining its place against such mechanisms, as a voice escaping a corporeal form and a form being remade by voices.
Kanye West delays Jesus Is King to Sunday, announces Jesus Is Lord IMAX filmKanye West delays Jesus Is King to Sunday, announces Jesus Is Lord IMAX film
Will he or won’t he?
Will he or won’t he?
Will he or won’t he?
WILL HE OR WON’T HE!!!!!!!!
Apparently, he won’t.
Turns out, the rumors were true. Instead of mustering up the insane amount of courage required to actually release an album on its scheduled release date, Kanye West has decided to delay the release of Jesus Is King from today to Sunday. Cool! We have no reason not to believe him!
Beat Happening full-catalog box set We Are Beat Happening is happening soon on a happening little record label called DominoBeat Happening full-catalog box set We Are Beat Happening is happening soon on a happening little record label
Styles: subatomic tuning forks, electric narratives covered in varieties of skin, “vapo…” – nah that’s dumb Others: Nonlocal Forecast, MindSpring Memories
It was proven, it remains proven, that we are all electric narratives covered in varieties of skin, and that perfect sound can forever connect us to the infinite possibilities of being. We’ve lived these lives before, we’ve decayed through half-lives till chemicals and organics ceased to be different, merging instead at a subatomic level where electrons act as millions of tuning forks that have been perfecting themselves over millennia to form melody. They’re still evolving, obviously, awesomely: there’s no need for the utter endpoint of absolute perfection.
Styles: The Canal Street bootleggers who used to hock J.R. Writer mixtapes and the shogun flicks that convinced Vast Aire he was a samurai; holographic principle; 2000 Others: Rob Chambers, Sir E.U, VIK
Only after moving away from New York does one realize how integral that state is to one’s identity, background, and perspective. I’ve only ever lived elsewhere twice. Yet, even comfortably residing halfway across the country, I can’t see myself ever being “from” anywhere but New York. I am not there, but I am there. We will return. It is inevitable.
Mount Eerie and Julie Doiron announce Lost Wisdom pt. 2, share “Love Without Possession”Mount Eerie and Julie Doiron announce Lost Wisdom pt. 2, share “Love Without Possession”
Artists and critics wax rhapsodic about Phil Elverum, but a deep understanding of his work is only beginning to emerge. His dark, compelling tales continue to mesmerize, and we are indebted to the man who always keeps us on our toes. Elverum, or Mount Eerie, if you will, will release a new album with Julie Doiron in early November.
W00dy shares findings from metaphysical experiments. Passions and other potions bubble in beakers and travel through truly weird Rube Goldberg-like networks of resistance and doing, coming and wanting. At many points along the path, emotions explode from excessive heat, unpalatable pressure, risky reactions that fizz like baking soda mixed with vinegar but with an infinitely more incendiary result, all super sudden and nasty and ecstatic and absurdist and addictive and delicious.
Despite popular perception, Seattle sees less yearly rainfall than other US metros like Chicago or New York. During the fall and winter months, though, the Olympic rain shadow does experience a higher percentage of “rain days.” In this time, a constant cloudiness and light shower is like a faucet drip or encyclopedia of breezes. It is a perennial hail-haze, one that seems to blotch out time, space, and all matter.
Cate Le Bon and Bradford Cox emerge from the desert with a new collaborative EP, share “Secretary”Cate Le Bon and Bradford Cox emerge from the desert with a new collaborative EP, share “Secretary”
Offices almost universally suck. Like, there’s nothing good or worthwhile about having to be in one. Hell, you’re probably bored out of your mind in an office right now, taking a much-deserved mental health break to catch up on what’s new in “the musics.”
Well, what’s new is “Secretary,” a collaboration between Cate Le Bon and Bradford Cox off their forthcoming collaborative EP — and fourth in Mexican Summer’s Myths series — Myths 004.
