Monday, January 7, 2008  7:01 am 

It’s raining drums

Cos rain is a rhythm, and it makes us grow colourful. And we live in England so we better get fucking used to it.

We have taken ages to tell you about El Guincho, who Felix from Discoteca Oceano (who have released his record Alegranza: BUY) reported to us about a good half a year ago, well, it’s about time we did, amongst other reasons because his music is the perfect antidote against the razor sharp claws of winter.

El Guincho rocks joyous drum party jams with the contagious enthusiasm of Animal Collective if they hailed from Las Islas Canarias, where people communicate whistling (well, some of them do), instead of Baltimore where it’s cold and wizards craft spells in cellars which hide secrets, the vibe is one of omnivorous assimilation of a myriad influences with the mischievous disregard from conventions that sets M.I.A. apart from the rest of the mutant R&B whatchacallit pack, all these snippets bits and beats are then put together with magic Rubik cube skills and the sort of efortless flair that would make the Avalanches proud, and thrown into the air where they raise like dolphins straight out of the psychedelic shamanic hat, music flies into the cloudy coral reefs of the sky bringing down pastel coloured rain which makes the spirit swell like accelerated films of spring fields spreading, let’s have a beach party under the stars kids, El Guincho is playing.

El Guincho- Palmitos Park

We call it psychedelic sabroso yeh yeh, and it’s the fucking shizzle. Go to Gorilla vs Bear for another couple of tunes.

Continuing with the drum rain vibe, excellent HEALTH have sent us an exclusive remix of Lost Time done by Pictureplane as part of the HEALTH//DISCO thang, and to be honest we are having trouble writing about it because it’s so fucking awesome the sempiternal twitch of percussion-induced excitement has infected our gnarly pale paws, thank god telekinetic rays thrown via a hyperdeveloped pineal gland come to our rescue pressing the right letters in the keyboard of our battered computer, thank you Dr. Pretorius for all these handy mutations, but keep those fucking alien eels away from our faces.

HEALTH- Lost Time (Pictureplane remix)

Which is a circle of steam hammers pounding into the vast expanses of the desert and pumping out the spiritual power melange spice lying under the golden sands with the intensely focused energy of say Vitalic in Valleta Fanfares or OOIOO in Uma, all following the rotund lines of the magick ritual which Boredoms scribbled last year over the tattered pages of NYC, a heart-swelling image of kraftwerkian misty precision and beauty stretches enigmatically surveyed by magic birds of synth fire flying high above in a sky of perfect blue which slowly starts filling with magenta clouds of power, kids do the ghost dance in the disco too you know, and it works fucking wonders.

labels >> El Guincho, HEALTH, drums