Lots to write about. Where to start…
Perhaps with a serendipitous command from Golden Birthday. Start Swimming is the 4th track from their new LP, Blue Island. Oh Golden Birthday, we’re sitting in a flat built atop the gates of hell; swimming is the first thing on our mind.
Frantic percussion leaps up and down some distant electronic woodblock. A pastel horizon of synths washes over all. For such a coastal sound, such music that lives on the pure white reflections of crystal blue seas, this is perfectly named.
This is pre-Ballearic: the music played to start a night that will end on white washed terraces and 15 minute odysseys. That percussion is far too rapid and the song is far too short but it’s the same universe as its laid back brethren. It’s an enormous party that Dan Deacon was invited to, got drunk on the general Mediterranean vibes and imagined a soundtrack to his happy place.
Golden Birthday’s Blue Island is out on Rainbow Body Records on 28th June.
We’re also immensely happy to bring you the video. Because we love you.
However, before the dawn hits the aforementioned whitewashed Mediterranean walls there is much Dance Music to be had.
Like Golden Birthday, Chevalier Avant Garde makes an always welcome return to these ‘ere pages. Unlike Golden Birthday it’s in the form of a remix…of Haircut…from the wonderful Heterotopias.
Octo Octa Turn what what felt like millennia of televised civilisation, arrayed out in front of you like a gauntlet — to be run until the breakdown, where some fiendish controller smashing button combination would need to be perfectly executed to continue; which it is; every time. But videogame metaphors aside, this is nothing like that, although just as good.
Octo Octa bring the chopped and screwed House to lay their foundations. Handclaps in place of a gauntlet; snares to propel you along. A precipice of Juke hovering ever near, the tension of nearly falling over that edge, marvellously deployed. Good as all that is though, it wasn’t what made us want to post it. It was the very simple melody that clearly builds from about 2:55. A flashback to happier Kompakt summertimes, if just for a moment. Amidst a fragmented dancefloor there’s the clarity of summer sweaty and pure.
…and now for dance music and its most monolithic. This isn’t your father’s Suicide.
Age of Consent also return (in what’s turning into a bit of a theme for this post). This time with a cover of a record that was always meant to be danced to: Ghost Rider. We’d say it reminded us a lot of Factory Floor’s remorselessness but then Nik Void complicated that link by doing an amazing (and remorseless) cover of Suicide herself.
Ages of Consent’s Ghost Rider manages to introduce the slightest hint of Acid into Cyclopean slabs of drums — and the creeping neon arpeggios that can be occasionally glimpsed wrapping themselves around them. Whereas Suicide’s was a plunge through the night this is a frictionless cruise atop something immensely powerful and barely controlled.
This is the B-side to Age of Consent’s single Heartbreak. It’s a pay what you want you want kinda’ deal and is available from here.