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Directed By: Denzel Williams
Featuring: Benny The Butcher + Westside Gunn
Produced By: Daringer
A three-piece outfit from Los Angeles, California might be a story heard before, but Automatic is the synth jam band that primarily bends the sound to fit their own framework. As Izzy Glaudini, Halle Gaines, and Lola Dompé combine to incorporate a taste of their own inhumane touch through their 2019 release, Signal.
With opening track “Too Much Money,” the theme of thumping bass lines and the pristine instrumentation is here. Automatic does their dirt with the vocals where Glaudini on the vocals and synth explain, “say hello when you weren’t there, you should get off of the dirt on your feet.” With highlights stemming back to the works of dream-sequences in a David-Lynch film, Signal relies heavily on the cast of each member to boost the other up. It is a push toward ambiguity, without losing the listener in the fog.
The overarching sound of 80’s pop-synth work is littered all around Automatic’s performance throughout the record, almost moving alongside the instrumental with ease at points. When they are grooving together and orchestrating these vital components together, it is exciting and sculpts moments of pure power. Even on standout sludge tracks like “Humanoid” where the indirect touch of distant synth is warranted, Automatic still pushes some sense of subtly toward the listener. One of the isolated tracks for the record, “Humanoid” has this slumber bass that coincides within the harsh, but friendly wave that flows in and wanes out.
This is the soaring moments of Signal where the band can generate walls of intentional sound. The dead vocals pan out and illustrate variety with Automatic’s range even if most of the record flows as one continuous piece that blends together. Samples are always a way to form a connection between the audience and the artist and the way that Automatic uses this vintage sharpshooter pistol on the self-titled track “Signal” creates smiles from the crowd. Not only is the track a quick jump through electronic hoops, but the drums on this track are the star player.
The kit that Lola Dompé pounces on has authentic cymbals that shine alongside the artificial drum heads and it is a unique take on style. The innovation is bright but never forces the comfort zone on fire as Automatic has this formation behind their sound. Creeping up on the half-hour mark, Signal is less of a rabid animal and more of a domesticated work that is approachable and never stands too far away to be a dim-light and unrecognizable. Automatic is easy-going and ultimately pulsing toward a systematic ride with the shoulders of bass-heavy breakdowns.
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One of the more promising acts to come from the New York underground is the work of Medhane who covers his own territory on his newest project Own Pace. Somehow managing to be consciously aware and hold a physically sleepy demeanor, Medhane orchestrates a dichotomy between his delivery and approach that is hypnotizing at the highest points.
In a sprawling environment, Own Pace comes with near 30-minutes of solid samples and vocal commentary over these lucid-esque beats. This production style has now stuck a mainstay vein and is able to be a middle ground between lo-fi and innovative peace. His opening track “Trauma & Grace” is a curtain being pulled back slowly with gentle piano that coincides within this simple, but almost distant percussion. Medhane is rock solid here as a narrator and his voice is confident even if his story is not. He describes, “Moving at my own pace, know the stakes, learn from all of my mistakes. In the yard full of snakes tryna take mine. Both the trauma and the grace mine.” Own Pace never relies on a hook-verse setup and instead adopts a spoken-word style that continues to push elements on the listener.
In one of the more energized tracks, “Bloody Knuckles” shoves some breathing room into the air that surrounds Own Pace. Medhane develops to fit the more nimble production, but he truly shines on the following piece “On Me” where he can be relaxed and keep his remote location. The production with “On Me” is simply gorgeous with these string ensembles and the connection that Medhane creates as he describes, “In the struggle chasing my bliss, in this game I play to win.” The instrumentation that Own Pace rides along with does wonders for the engagement with the vocalists as he features MIKE, Navy Blue, and maassai before the curtain closes.
“Stranger” with Navy Blue is a standout track for the record as they combine to form this tag-team event of reserved writing where the two are subtle and push the spotlight on each other rather than trying to steal it away. The instrumental of “Stanger” is almost minimalist when identifying the different components. And that goes for the ending of Own Pace as well as Medhane marches toward the everlasting end.
He does not raise hell instead holds hell internally and shuffles out of frame. Own Pace is highlighted for the way that it can showcase internal conflict and the world that surrounds it. Medhane does not lose sight of this ultimate goal, even if it is not exactly clear to the listener where precisely he is going.
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Director: Jaimie Sanchez
Producer: Jermaie Anglin
Production Company: Black Pro
Editor: Sam Leinen
Director of Photography: Sam Brave
Camera: Daniel Murphy
First AD: Indian
First AC: Davin Duran
Steadicam: Jorge Bustamante
Key Grip: Andres Vietto
Art Director: Bryant Tavarez
Audio: Dre Brown
Gaffer: Julian Sanz
Assistant Editor: Lauren Richardson
VFX: Shawn Anderson
Re-Recording Mixer: Francois Blaignan
Video Commissioner: Nia Andrews
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Produced by: Chris Wood aka The Wizard
Video Shot + Edited By: Crew Life Productions
Mastered by: JCofTheFinest
Scratches by: Ljiggy
Special Thanks: Chris + Shanna Funwela
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A Film By: Charlotte Patmore + Archy Marshall
Directed By: Charlotte Patmore
Written By: Archy Marshall
Piano By: Theo McCabe
Painting a gothic scene with their blend of progressive rock and metal, Opeth was nine albums deep with the release of Watershed that ended the era of death growls and a shift toward a more clean vocalist style. With Watershed, however, the darker vocals stack up and create a strong enough barrier that can mix with the organized, completely systematic destruction that Opeth brings to the table for nearly an hour.
On the opening piece, “Coil” recruits Nathalie Lorichs to gracefully introduce the listener with subtle, but gorgeous results. Mikael Åkerfeldt is the main vocalist on the record, but the two mixing together is almost heaven-sent before the madness that comes following. “Coil” is the lovely handshake that extends before the hand turns cold and suddenly shifts to become non-human.
As Opeth makes the transition to “Heir Apparent,” the movement is seeming as if a weighted grouping of stone is cast onto the listener with these marches of blackened instruments coming forth. The dichotomy that develops between “Coil” and “Heir Apparent” orchestrates a dive into foreboding waters where the bottom is creatively non-existent. From the guitar work deliberated by both Åkerfeldt and Fredrik Åkesson. To the auxiliary work of Per Wiberg on the keyboards and synthesizers. Both Martín Méndez on bass and Martin Axenrot on percussion are able to boost this rhythm section that acts more on syncopated mayhem that leads their own way.
Six of seven tracks all have a length over seven-minutes that transfer into these longwinded curtain calls of exasperated anguish painted through. Shown well on “Heir Apparent” for bringing in this dread with the first introduction of the track and then moving into something more fast-paced where the band transitions flawlessly. Even between each track, there are moments where it flows without any hesitation and creates essentially this 55-minute long song of mountains and valleys.
Pieces like “Burden” can be noted for how it is a cleaner approach to an often muck-filled record, for the guitar is balled-esque and relies on these vocals to push the track along. A far more dramatic track is the following with “Porcelain Heart” that explains, “I lost all I had, I turned to my friends. I wrote down a name, I wallowed in shame.” Then the band picks up to bring all the instruments in once again during the lyrics, it is just Åkerfeldt and an acoustic guitar which making for this isolated and broken emotional tone that then has flashes of life between each verse.
Before fading off the might of their ninth record, Opeth extends a skeleton hand out and tries to clutch at the light before it is dampened away. Whether the growls that appear or the clean style, Watershed shows a beautiful but shattered reflection of the last moments of over a decade toasting to metal foundations.
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