Styles: dance music, real emo, noise punk
Others: Blacknecks, Dreamcrusher, Black Eyes
Touch is a problem. Each instance infused with intents, feelings, and histories that are opaque in the moment of being touch. Then exploding as the touch continues. Do I want you to touch me? Do you want me to touch you? What happens when the boundary between the two of us is broken?
More about: Deli Girls
Styles: an SNES game you rented as a child but forgot the title of
Others: Activated Clown, I Am Just A Pupil, EYELINER, Warm Blanket
Not too sure what it is, but Alan Sond’s Clown Around Town got at me twisted-cursed, like. One of these days, some dimensional rift will suddenly rip open, and Earth will en masse immediately be in contact with infinite knowledge of other life-forces throughout the universe. The rift will tear open all human minds’ possibility of life-everlasting and the investment of how to distribute ego below the abundance of caring for one’s self. Selfies as a pure way of life and income to stabilize a family elsewhere in this galaxy.
More about: Alan Sond
Ready or not, artificial intelligence is coming toward the human race at bullet-train speed. From self-driving cars to quantum computing to “Ok Google,” the technology will intersect with our lives in one way or another, with the potential to affect more than just our wellbeing.
More about: Holly Herndon
Even by now, I’m sure your eyes have already glazed over. You saw that fateful three-letter word PAN in a headline and fulfilled your fateful duty as a TMT reader to come here to see what the feeding chamber had for you today.
More about: Joji Koyama, Tujiko Noriko
Styles: Latinx
Others: Arthur Russell by the way of Donny Hathaway, Devendra Banhart if his Brazilian role model were Itamar Assumpção instead of Caetano Veloso, bedroom pop Bola de Nieve
Can you find yourself in Helado Negro? I try to find myself in Helado Negro. Is it easy? It was, listening to his debut LP Awe owe as a newly-arrived latinx migrant in Europe. It was late 2009, you could get by on that post-Western pop vibe. It was all about sincere appreciation and progress through mixture, in the mold of Brazilian tropicália. Hyper-modern cosmopolitism as the only way to be authentically local.
More about: Helado Negro
Light in the Attic simply does not disappoint. After checking out TMT contributors Rob Arcand and Sam Goldner’s excellent intro to City Pop, the bottomless mimosa of music genres, I thought to myself: when are we going to see a compilation of these glossy relicts of heart-tugging exotifications of consumerism drop with the help of everyone’s favorite musical custodians?
More about: Haruomi Hosono
30 years after their founding, drone metal luminaries Earth have come back to…well, Earth I guess. With a scaled back sound and a refined perspective that can only come with the clear-eyed confidence of having existed for one-third of a century, the Dylan Carlson-led outfit have announced their new album Full Upon Her Burning Lips, and it’s due in May via Sargent House.
More about: Earth
Styles: ambient, new age, drone, electro-acoustic, minimalism
Others: Les Halles, Stars of the Lid, Midori Takada, Huerco S., Dedekind Cut, Spencer Clark, Christina Vantzou
“safe in sound”
stirrings
taps of fingertips
fanned out
tamped up
puffs
chutes
good ol’ muss
long grass curlicues
questions and spots
marks and dashes
goldilocks fawn
on brilliantly articulated droplets
rivulets riveting
siphoning hush
absorbing sunlight
a massive cresting pour
feeding you halfway
meeting eyes you dab the dew from
listing for a fine horizon to squint on
destiny’s phantom limb
won’t break our falling
in big dumb love again
More about: JAB
Styles: glitch, minimalism, constructivism, electronic, inventors
Others: Takamitsu Ohta, Holly Herndon, Tomoko Sauvage, Lee Gamble
Audio-visual artist Myriam Bleau approaches electro-acoustic sounds with an inventor’s fiddly wonder. In one performance, autopsy.glass, she positions variously weighted wine glasses on top of charged and mic’d light box coasters and cuts through cups with scissors and wrenches, hits at them with medical tools, and, at the end, gloriously smashes the rest on stage.
More about: Myriam Bleau
Beach House have made a career out of releasing similar-sounding albums; but subtle differences add individual appeal to each of the duo’s seven albums since 2006, and my colleague Mr. Neale recently highlighted something that tends to ring true when you dig into the background of their latest: 7 is arguably Beach House’s most realized album following years of pretty and meticulous flower-arranging.
More about: Beach House
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