Memories of isolation and loneliness and romance when I didn’t know better, but was open to anything, really. That is what this sounds like. Andy Stott perfects the sound of being alone, of pauses and space and the eerie spaces of the mind.
The similarities to old Foals definitely drew me into this track, but that’s not a bad thing. Foals remain one of my favorite bands for their inventive, mind bending use of time signatures and impeccable, epic choruses. Likewise, “Titan” traffics in the same unbeatable formula.
I actually think I like this a little more than the original. Really, it’s for that moment around a minute and a half in when the beat picks up and Pomo utilizes some dirtier synths to make for a most perfect groove. It’s not too showy, highlights the effortless charms of the original, and still manages to sound perfectly like Pomo’s artistic voice.
This is a compliment: parts of this sound like the most perfectly cheesy 80s make out music. Of course, I’m saying this as someone born in the 80s with no real memory of the decade. But allow me to pretend with those vocals and those synths and that melody that sounds familiar within a few seconds of listening to it. It’s slinky, sleezy-sounding pop at its finest.
I think by now I can acknowledge that I’ll follow Tourist most anywhere. Whatever his direction, I know that it will be strong, compelling, enjoyable, powerful. I’ve loved his music and will continue to do so. “Wait” is just another example of a perfectly-crafted build-up of a dance song. Thank you, Tourist.
I should tell you that they found him. I should mention that moments before the detective called me and I held my breath and then released it all as if I had been holding it in for months and not seconds, an old friend texted me for the first time in months. He said amazing things and then he sent me a Maya Angelou poem, Still I Rise, as if reminding me I have strength. I should tell you that I paced the hall, that I cried, that I told my boss everything because I could. I should tell you that she said “You and me, we’re tough girls. It’s hard being a tough girl, but it’s better than not,” and that was one of the first times I felt good about my inner self. I no longer wanted the world to see my vulnerability. I knew it was there. I wanted to move on. I should tell you that I went to the police station with my mother and I am lucky for that. I should tell you that it was not perfect, but it was not difficult. I had given voice to my truth and then, I refused to let it overpower me. I could do this because I had already done it to friends and family and here, with you.
I wrote about pop music’s structural history of dominant, abusive men in positions of power abusing women pop stars. Please read it if you can. Kesha’s case was not the first and probably won’t be the last.
Hi Britt! Im Sheba....i am 10000% sure i went to high school with you :) I was hoping to get your opinion on the chicago music scene. I am a black indie/soul fi musician who is having the hardest time fitting into the chicago music scene aka finding a band etc..I find the scene here to be really clicky and geared towards hip hop tbh .i don't want to give up (before I've even really started ) but moving seems really nice right now :/ Any advice? or am i not giving it a fair chance?
Finding the right scene is definitely difficult. And Chicago is an interesting place in that scenes are less clear and much smaller. As well, because this is a city of neighborhoods and a community-rooted town, people are much more likely to stick to their own and to avoid change.
With that scene, there are folks definitely making the sort of music you’re interested in. Off the top of my head, I’m thinking of The GTW, Dre Green, The-Drum and M&O.
Since I’m not a musician, I don’t personally know how to break into those scenes, but I think the best option is reaching out online, through social media, and by just attending events.
Hyperdub’s latest compilation album is full of those moody, late-night, fall and winter jams that will get you through the impending, consistent darkness of the changing season. I was especially happy to see two Cooly G tracks on the latest compilation, Hyperdub 10.3. Cooly G’s new album comes out on October 20, but until then, we can settle in with these new songs full of that static-y, vinyl-y, lo-fi aesthetic and harmonious yearning, something Cooly does best.
Over the weekend, I had a long conversation with my friend Ben about Cooly G and I mentioned that I’ve always felt a deep connection to her music. I’ve also met a lot of women like me - women who spend a lot of time online, devouring music, finding themselves through 0’s and 1’s instead of IRL - who also get her in a way that other people, particularly men don’t.
There’s something so weird and uncomfortable and familiar about her music. In my head, I call it “wine music for synth girls.” It’s rainy. You’re horny. You’re lonely. You’re in need of some Cooly G.
There was a long period where I was deeply obsessive about Kleerup’s music, so it’s interesting to hear this minimalist, stripped down, and smoky track that feels like it would fit in perfectly with Stevie Nicks or Cyndi Lauper’s catalog. It’s not an unwelcome change, just a curious one.
I’m one of these feminist writers and I’ve got a recommendation for you, fellas. My choice was Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson, a book I read the summer after I graduated college. I became a little obsessed.
I was thinking about that book recently along with a couple of additional ones I read between the ages of 21 and 24. That was such a heady, transformative moment for me. I’m feeling mentally stagnant. So much of my reading feels like required work. I miss the constant pleasure of reading for pleasure. That was a special time, full of books and novellas that felt like little secrets, ultimately shaping me into the woman I am today.
Buscabulla are one of my favorite new acts from the year. They’ve found something of a perfect formula for their intoxicating pop music, incorporating influences of from the past with a weird, sensual, and contemporary sound. Their debut EP is out now on Kitsuné.
Sorry I’ve been mostly MIA this week. Things are popping. But back to the music: I already love this more than everything else on Body Music, and I LOVED Body Music. I love the relative simplicity of the music, making for a more perfect match with Aluna’s voice. And yet, we can still dance to the music. That’s exactly what I want when listening to an AlunaGeorge track.
It’s only been a few weeks since I last posted the shorter, edited snippet of this track, but we’ve finally got a full-length version and it is GLORIOUS. Eight minutes of pure euphoria and joy, like the musical equivalent of the peak of the dance floor. It’s thrilling and magic and I love it.
The longer I knew them, the more bold I grew. In the end, they were playing a game and they one, but I found something better.
I grew bold in my blackness. At first I noticed that there were few people who looked like me. They didn’t want me to say much of anything. But in the end, I made sure I was seen. All they want to do is pretend you’re not there.
"I’m not racist, right?" he asked. What could I say? I still had to eat. They controlled the cash.
He asked again some months later. I had an answer.
Identity is not a crutch, but something that roots us in our society, in our humanity, in our survival. To be free of identity is to be free in the truest sense of the world. I’m learning now that I don’t want that “freedom.” I don’t want the blankness of freedom, the emptiness of no self, no history, no lives reality and truth.
No, I want all of the things that make me - my blackness, my womanhood, my etc. etc. etc. - for without them, who am I but just a person moving about the world?
Last year, the day after my birthday, I crouched underneath the harsh spray of my shower knowing deeply that the next 12 months would be anything but easy. The night before was lovely on the surface, like most things are. Lovely, you know, and then not. I threw up and went to bed. I woke up and felt dread. Constantly, I would find, this is the cycle of our lives.
He went to the store to get medicine for our mistake and later, I couldn’t look him in the eye. He would forever be a reminder of something now gone - namely, the ease of innocence and the comfort of “emerging” and myself as it was being shaped and defined.
I used to wake up and think of different ways I could get out of bed. Work was next. It took me three hours to go one mile by bus. Getting there was an accomplishment.
Today, I will be sensual, I thought, and my limbs will slink out of the sheets as if I am a woman who knows it all and not just a girl still.
I could do this only when I was alone. With someone else, I just needed to get away.
Today, I will be practical. I will not make a mess of things. I will leave the bed as if I will make it again. My sheets won’t be a crumpled mess on the cold, rotted wooden floors. Elegance will be in reach.
I don’t think of you as an object, but I’m letting you know that I see the world and my desires as objects, as give and take, as mine mine mine. He said this and I thought about slapping him, but I also needed a ride home so I let him keep talking until he had nothing else to say.
I feel like you’re judging me, he began. No never, I said, but really, yes, yes I was.
I spent the summer angry that he was never caught. I spent the summer jealous. You see, they were attacked at the wrong time in the right place. They were visible. I was not. I was jealous that the world’s brutality was left in secret, was deliberately buried. I got it.
Our timing was never right and then when it almost was, it wasn’t again.
This track is more than a year old, but I’m posting it in anticipation of Buscabulla’s (Raquel Berrios and Luis Alfredo Del Valle) debut EP which drops October 6th on Kitsune. This track is pure fire, and I’m excited to see if they’ve crafted more most-perfect grooves for the EP. This single at least shows promise.
It’s been nearly a year since I last posted a Rosie Lowe song and it was a cover. I’m excited to see the direction of her solo music, a sort of soulful, groove-heavy pop that shows immense promise. Also, since I first heard this a few days ago, this has been my go-to nighttime jam. Just like that cover, Rosie knows how to craft songs that are perfect for the promise of darkness.
I’ll always welcome a new track from Fantastic Mr Fox. It seems like we’re constantly waiting between singles and then he drops tons of strong, compelling material in rapid succession. This track is good, catchy, reliable … basically what I expect and enjoy from one of his singles.
Hello, I recently read your article on hello giggles about following your dreams, and it was really empowering and encouraging. At age 23 I am struggling with the fear of failure and rejection more than I have ever before, but your article helped me find a place to start pursuing my dreams once again and break through all the fear. Thank you. :)
The fear of failure is normal, natural. Sometimes that fear makes us work harder and crave our own personal successes even more. It certainly did for me. I hope you find fulfillment and drive in pursuing your dreams. Good luck!
Parts of this remind of a sort of perfect combination of Bat for Lashes and the quieter moments of Karin Dreijer Andersson’s solo work, so obviously I’m a fan. It’s that eerie quality of Lydia’s voice and the cold, isolating instrumentation of the synths that really tips this over the edge. This sounds like winter personified, but I like it.