We are celebrating Upset The Rhytm’s US tour with a bunch of glorious exclusives from artists that shall be participating in the jaunty shindig, beautiful stuff and much much love to Chris, Claire and Brian ‘tunes’ Miller. Remember: This Friday (3rd July): New York at Monster Island Basement Saturday 11th July: Los Angeles at the…
Aw fuck this Vonnegut inspired Space-Time warp, everything is getting really confusing, I am tripping on grainy black and white images of Hugo dressed up in a tux for classy magick styles, sleight of hand, smoke and no mirrors, here comes another awesome Capablanca record out of abe lincoln’s stovepipe hat, just as he’s doing…
And just so you can begin your week in a most psyched way, here you have an astonishing collection put together for us by that dark master of the synthetic drone, Gavin Russom. Watch him stepping for a moment from the dark belly of the machine to present us with a lovely collection of spiritual…
Our good friends at Italians Do It Better, those purveyors of impossibly chic twilight disco beats forever cruising the moonlit skies in a silver chariot pulled by mirrorball plated steeds and steered by a statuesque androidical replicant of the mythic Selene, committed to infusing the nighttime mists with their otherworldly brand of vampiric studio 54…
Publicist is Sebastian Thomson, drum banger of such awesome indie disco staples as Weird War and Trans Am. This new incarnation takes the shimmering sexghost of disco and pummels it into a sleek panther that leaps from shadow to shadow briefly glimpsed in the reflection of disco lights on the effervescent surface of a flute…
It is the fate of some stars, when they die, to reincarnate here in this planet, or perhaps elsewhere, it’s not for us to say. A child of features faded like a watercolour blur was born the day Electra, brightest of the Seven Sisters, collapsed into itself in the absolute silence of the constellation of…
Having pwned his genetic code, Kid Nebula lies in a bed stinking of sweat and orchids while black birds hatch from every single pore in his skin, a million of them fly out of the windows of his fucked up flat like bats erupting from a church upon threat of exorcism, hey young world. He…
Our heart kin, Salem, have been good enough to stitch together for us a disarming patchwork of haunted juke hall malevolence, cave crunk atmospherics, brain breaking tekno noise, and crackling transmissions from a childhood spent floating down beautiful starlit rivers in the constant glare of hidden monsters. Thank you smoke. Tracklisting::: 1-PEARL – Pearl’s Dream 2-NEOPHYTE…
Crystal spiders spin & red eyed hounds howl, the lady who dwells in the phosphorescent mist smiles wickedly before vanishing at the end of the corridor, the Emperor Machine’s new album is coming out at last and everyone is celebrating at 20JFG manor, here you have a couple of tracks cherry-picked by the master himself,…
If Ariel Pink was to one day awake from the 1980s dizz-ney landscapes that inhabit his semi comatose mind where the sunbaked California streets lined with friendly faced anthropomorphized apple pie trees are alive with bleached, drooling beach bunnies in black ray-bans and pink scrunchies hitching rides with perma-tanned creeps in white suits driving busted…
Though we have not visited them for a while, Glass Candy are still leading the IDIB pack into further uncharted territory of moonbeam disco prowess, with Desire forging a new companion galaxy where planets take the form of giant stalactites spearing an orbit around a chrome sun. Remixing Glass Candy is much like remixing LCD…
(Couple of visuals below by Tommy Boy) Slow ‘n’ steady does it as Ali Renault demonstrates in his, as yet unreleased but hopefully soon to be pressed in most murderous vinyl ‘Dockland Dirt’. The Chicago edition of the Bible has long told us that you need to build your House on dirty foundations, and although…
I already said this somewhere else, but having spent a whole morning raking my cowering brain to find new words to express these extreme feelings, I am afraid I shall have to repeat myself, because you wouldn’t want me to collapse, body awaiting wretched for my beloved flatmates to find lying in a puddle of…
Tuxedomask welcome us into their giant ice pyramid positioned high up in between misty peaks shrouded in solitude by an iced over forest of silver pine trees that sound like a million quartz chimes shattering into pieces as the wind blows through them. Here they sit atop a customised gold leaf throne, the kind of…
So, the lovely folks at RVNG have come up with the goodies once again, this time it is Purple Brain (aka Bumrocks and Jason from Hey Convict!) at the helm of the transdimensional space jetty who sail across murky wormholes eventually arriving at the darken lair of the funk butcher, this is a mix which…
The Emperor Machine return with album number trois with much rippling of synths, bulbous polymorphic cloudscapes punctured by the stabbing points atop the Martian radio masts and sonic batshit accounts of the interstellar clashes of lunar violence between moon-monkeys and the giallo Saturn marshalls, lost in space and time forever where no-one can hear them…