LIVE PHOTOGRAPHY – CLAUD AT STAGE AE, NOVEMBER 8TH, 2019

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STREAMING // (Video) Wiki – “Pesto”

Listen/Watch Here – Youtube

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Track Produced By: Tony Seltzer

Director/DP: Matt Seger

Director/DP: Dexter Brierley

Producer: Cameron Cuchulainn

1st AC: Julia Moses

Production Designer: Lucas Godlewski

Art Dept PA: Arden Lassalle

Gaffer: Rich Cohen

Wardrobe: Ashley Greene

Stills Photographer: Jack Newton

Editor + VFX: Cont4ct

Editor: Matt Seger

New Music – Bound to Collapse

earl_sweatshirt_feet_of_clay_01No longer running off the introductory period of his career, Earl Sweatshirt becomes a darkened veteran that waits as night begins to creep over the forest. He is the apex predator here, not always in control of the journey but always has an idea of where he will land at the end. Somewhere between the shattered temples and dynasties throughout history, Earl Sweatshirt adds a link to his chains that shake in and out of consciousness on FEET OF CLAY.

Seven-tracks in 15-minutes, FEET OF CLAY is the deconstruction of approachable rap that shows more of a lyrical set of teeth than an open hand. “74” is the first K9 that bites through the flesh in this icy and incredibly distant instrumental where a stumbling Sweatshirt is at the helm. “Selling kids culture with death circling like carrion, the more the merrier, phone got you living vicarious. Ice melting cause it’s so hot, the veil lifts the pain silent,” describes Sweatshirt as he forms this lyric heavy burst out of the seams. The track is a steaming heap of mismatched bars that are going to be frankly off-putting to new listeners and even harder for past fans.

On the following track “EAST,” Sweatshirt strips down to the foundation of an instrumental with only an accordion sample to cope. It is nautical, to say the least, but his rhyme schemes here need to be further analyzed through a magnifying lens. With these precise similes and literary devices that get lost within the pure flow of words that smack across the face in rapid fashion. FEET OF CLAY is a machine gun of rhymes that lights up quickly and is gone before the listener can really gather a solid grounding before them. Painting a deeper theme of depression that his previous releases both, Some Rap Songs and the 2015 release I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside that were burned into the minds of anyone who experienced a chest-destroying heartbreak.

Sweatshirt explains on FEET OF CLAY this almost fractured mirror of reflection toward his life that is encased in a shell of oftentimes, impenetrable sound and approaches toward creation which acts as a husk of protection. With the short, but substantial FEET OF CLAY, the record takes time to resonate and find a beat that can underly a path of direct enjoyment. There is no club hit here, there is not a track that can be played over the aux at a function, but that might be exactly what Sweatshirt wants as he steps away from Columbia Records to be in the sea of risk with sound.

This is definitely his most abstract work toward musical creation but shows promise for a brighter, more narrative way of style from Sweatshirt. Even as a fan from the first mixtapes, FEET OF CLAY is hard to hold and grasp. Similar to its name, FEET OF CLAY mold for only a moment, but begin to sink until hopefully there is an immense rebirth that lies deep within the paroxysm of Sweatshirt’s creative process.

Listen To FEET OF CLAY Here!!! – Youtube/Soundcloud/Spotify/Amazon/iTunes

 

STREAMING // (Video) slowthai X Denzel Curry – “Psycho”

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Directed/Edited By: Duncan Loudon

Director Of Photography: Paul Özgür

Produced By: Nathanael Baring & Ryan Corsaut

SOMESUCH + FREENJOY

Grade: Connor Coolbear

ELECTRIC THEATRE COLLECTIVE

EP: Saskia Whinney, Nathan Scherrer & Tara Sheree

PA: Truth Williams & Siya Bahal

1st AD: Joe Laporte

1st AC: Sam Hecker

2nd AC: Davis Bonner

Gaffer: Monty Sloan

Key Grip: Christopher Purdy

Live Footage Shot: At Lodge Room, Los Angeles

Classic Day – Endorsed By Marble

devo_are_we_not_men_we_are_devo_01Devo might have been at the time, a real band of the future that captured a carefree performance in the cusp of 1978. Their debut record Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! creates from the illustratively bright cover with mismatched sequence letters, a dive into the amusement that follows through tight instrumentation and European influence.

Controlled by the hands of the five-members, Mark Mothersbaugh is on the lead vocals, guitar, and keyboards while Gerald Casale bounces on the bass guitar and keyboards. Mark’s brother Bob Mothersbaugh controls the lead guitar, with Bob Casale on the rhythm guitar, keyboards, and backing vocals. This band of brothers also includes Alan Myers who dominates on percussion and creates synchronicity within the sound. The drums are almost within this same vein of the 50s early waves or rock n’ roll that conflicts with the rapid advancement of style from the synthesizers and strings.

Every piece of Devo encapsulates the idea of new wave as a spawning genre of development. With big-name producers Brian Eno and David Bowie, both backing and adding compound insight; Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! has the components to be both sonic and portrayable through recognizability. They open with “Uncontrollable Urge” that stands out for this thumping pulse as this guitar swings through the legs of time. Devo’s debut 40-years later is hard to put a stamp of time on, if the record came out today in 2019 it would not push boundaries but it would still be a relevant piece.

devo_are_we_not_men_we_are_devo_02Standing entirely on the instrumentation that is paired with these vocals that are simple, but incredibly catchy through the first listen. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Got an urge, got a surge and it’s outta control. Got an urge I want to purge cause I’m losing control,” begins Mothersbaugh on this rock anthem. Even if the audience would never know the name Devo, the song is able to be picked out of a crowd and becomes a silhouette of simplified lyrics that contain more emotion than thought-provoking action.

The sound is the main focus that points all spotlights toward Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! as each track continues to march down the line carrying these memorable instrumental moments that flood the ears. It is never overbearing, but instead invokes some feeling of static electricity that flows from the amps to the audience. Even the technically less complex tracks like “Mongoloid” has some pieces that are highlighted through the flat percussion and low-tuned instruments. Almost protruding more like an early punk track rather than a new wave sensation.

To reflect the neon outfits and glossy overcoat that would become the 1980s music, Devo was on the first wave that rode through their debut. With helping, hands and a will to create, Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! is Dr. Frankenstein that spawned more monsters in its wake.

Listen To Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo! Here!!! – Spotify/Amazon/iTunes

STREAMING // (Video) The Summercamp – “Pull”

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Mixed + Mastered By: Jake Hanner

Video Directed + Edited By: Benton Palermo

Sound Design By: Mitchell McDermott

Special Thanks: Hannah Foster for assisting on set

Misc. Day – True Panther

king_krule_self_titled_01King Krule is known for his dystopian future settings that he paints through this harsh blues and greys under the blackened English sky. As Archy Marshall, King Krule’s moniker holder marches down the pathways of bleak and sulking power, he is on a crash course towards beauty with his first record, King Krule.

Directly rolled off the press with a five-track, 12-minute run-through of the blues that borders electric backings shifts with this M.C. Escher-esque cover art, King Krule is the exit music for a film that begs to be heard. As King Krule shouts into the void, he is charismatic but for all the reasons that he is different in a crowd. The overall sound, the style, and even the mechanics that go into a record shift with Krule as he pushes forward to “363N63,” the opening piece. With this dreamy guitar placed next to a beach house stacked to the gills with percussion, this sound that oozes out produces a reminiscent pour of emotion.

Instantly flashing into the mind are the lonely train rides, the walk home, and the finale to an unusually loud evening. With this entirely instrumental one-man jam session, King Krule does not hurdle over the obstacles but instead just seems to slip between them carelessly. He floats on this instrumental that acts otherworldly but familiar at the same time. It balances love and hate on the same palm while the lost and found dance on the other. He is more in tune with this self-reflection present on King Krule that acts as a mirror for the audience as well. Deep inside the recesses of King Krule’s sound lies desire and the will to challenge that transitions into the rather bright awakening that is “Bleak Bake” in the form of a handshake.

king_krule_02Krule’s voice is the main instrument that takes charge as his ominous vocals cloud the listener and match this string sections that blitz in and out of the track. Atmosphere plays a huge role in King Krule where even though only five-tracks, each location is vital to the continuation. In “Bleak Bake” there are moments that solely rely on this boom-snap percussive beat that is simple, but shifts all attention on King Krule. He is not lively but shows character development far beyond any novel. In the rebellious following “Portrait In Black and Blue,” King Krule is a swinging icon that staggers through vocals and a guitar that directly injects serotonin.

Less of a machine gun and more of a silent sniper, King Krule sneaks around and lingers in these dark corners where his sound hits like a ton of concrete. The music is not complicated but matches this persona of being an outsider looking in. A place of perfect balance that is both between breaking that circle and becoming his own. Before falling to the unavoidable silence lurking behind King Krule, he manages one more gold-toothed smile before disappearing back into the crowd that engulfs around him.

Listen To King Krule Here!!! – Spotify/Amazon/iTunes