Styles: normalization, equalization, compression, impression, touch
Others: Laurel Halo, Autechre, Mark Fell, Andy Stott, Four Tet, Chino Amobi, James Ferraro
AZD returns blood flow, allows full movement and touch.
More about: Actress
Ahhh, spring: the season for blooming, for romance, and for spending a long afternoon making up for how little cleaning you did during the winter (it’s time to wash those four cups you’ve had on the dresser since Christmas, friend).
And now, like a newborn bunny-rabbit hopping through a field of wildflowers, our friends at the Constellation Tatsu label have emerged from hibernation with adorable (read: “good”) news: their “Spring Batch” 2017 is just around the bend.
More about: Atariame, Echolog, Fluorescent Heights, Forest Management
Aw YEAH, you guys…Guess who’s got TWO THUMBS and is about to release their “most ambitious body of work” in the form of a new full-length album next month?!
Oh…me? GOD, NO. (My most ambitious bodies of work are usually inordinately-tall peanut butter sandwiches.) I was talking about French-based composer, visual artist, and (someday!) official TMT artist-in-residence Félicia Atkinson.
More about: Félicia Atkinson
Styles: jazz, home, drone
Others: Fats Waller, Early Animal Collective, Mica Levi & Oliver Coates
Spirit Says Yes!, the first1 album by Sierra Leonean-American artist and musician YATTA makes me ask questions. Of place: What is home? Where is home? Of belonging: How does one belong? What does it mean to belong? Of self: What is an “I”? Where is this “I”? Her music, at once playful and tender, intimate and abrasive, plants these questions in my brain. It soothes and probes, loops and folds, navigating the vexed existence of the I who is not-at-home.
More about: Yatta
Sounds like James Ferraro is getting sucked up into all the modern-classical influence of his current tour mate (and half of Skaters), Typhonian Highlife, with a bit of Fanfare For The Boston Marathon 2017. Staring Donnie Wahlberg, James is mistakenly emailed the new route for the 2017 Marathon and is met at a crossroads with lots and lots of American flag manufacturers.
More about: James Ferraro
Styles: “ Random erratic surges, with sparrowlike childtrebling, orphans in identical and uniform blue denim in and out of remembering”
Others: plaque tangles loop loose ends
It’s so beautiful I don’t want to talk about decay.
Beauty and decay weren’t separate, not at the start. They were born together, contracted in the same lifeline. We register our bodies in languages of beauty, this sensory aesthetic: we see the strength of muscles and the acumen of thought, and we call it grace. Wellness and wholeness feels beautiful.
More about: The Caretaker
Today is a day for new music.
No day before this day has even been as bountiful.
Let us pray this keeps happening.
More about: Lil Yachty, Migos
Okay, Dr. Hypnotist — WTF? I have, like, a million questions for you right now.
Like: first, HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?
And: when THE HELL did Mexico-city-based, jungle/electronic master-mangler known as Smurphy pull the old “Gandolf the Gray from Lord of the Rings” trick of dying and coming back to life as the new, improved entity known as Upgrayedd Smurphy?
More about: // Smurphy, Upgrayedd Smurphy
If you’re any kind of a J-pop fan, you’re probably at least somewhat familiar with the exuberant (some might say: “euphoric?”) but generally safe, predetermined roadmaps usually offered through the genre’s jovial and anthropomorphic-fauna-dotted landscape. But what happens when one of its purveyors comes along and offers you a less-straight path?
More about: Dustin Wong, Takako Minekawa
Styles: neo-romantic, contemporary dance, sexuality, pain, sadness
Others: Björk, Dedekind Cut, Sigur Ros, serpentwithfeet, doon kanda
“Roses that wear roses
Enjoy mirrors.
Roses that wear roses must enjoy
The flowers they are worn by.
Roses that wear roses are dying
With a mirror behind them.
None of us are younger but the roses
Are dying.
Men and women have weddings and funerals
Are conceived and destroyed in a formal
Procession.
Roses die upon a bed of roses
With mirrors weeping at them.”
– “Homosexuality,” Jack Spicer, 1945
More about: Arca
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