Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scotland. Show all posts

Friday, 4 October 2019

🐣 WUH OH — PRETTY BOY

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The distorted arpeggios that wind their way through 'Pretty Boy' by Glasgow producer Wuh Oh give it this final act suspense. Instead of drops, the track opens up into gaping chasms, the suspense weaving its way through like the last level on a platformer; all the difficulty with the final boss yet to rear its head.

Different elements fade and fall from the scathing, sharpness of it all, with only the gleaming vocal harmonies (what Wuh Oh calls his "angelic choir impression") lancing in like the glow of some unholy machine, innocent in its unholiness—a sense of discovery, uncovery, delving deeper into an expansive, but increasingly claustrophobic world.

The synth scuttles and twangs, the bugs on the underside of a rock in a parallel dimension.

"The track Pretty Boy happened in a weird way," Wuh Oh tells yes/no over email. "I set myself the challenge of writing a track using only one synthesizer and no drums to see if I could achieve enough tension and release without resorting to typical build up and drop tropes.

"[But] the arpeggios were all major key. It sounded like an advert for a cruise holiday or some shit."

Moving the notes around, 'Pretty Boy' then transformed from his "corniest song yet" to his "spookiest." It's spooky alright. Sinister and demented in its last moments, everything comes to a stop as the synth takes on a new, garbled flavour; the motion of this final stage ends and the game's final boss appears. It's that scene-setting.


  • πŸ”” Watch this space for more about Wuh Oh.


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Thursday, 15 June 2017

🌭 KAMI-O — FEEL

The gradual creeping progression, the unsteady vibe the uneasy feeling, the atmosphere of paranoia, the cyclical introverted mantra of it all, this track is true to its name in that you can do nothing but feel it. The atonal modulation of the sample as it cuts in and out of the static silence as the track begins is unsettling, seeming to occupy a space between traditional notes, and already the speed of the track is evident as it flashes in and out like a nightmare of strobe. A ghoulish call-and-response falls into place as an immediate answer to each sample slice lasers in like plasma on supra-boil, a dislocated feel, jarring, but in so gratifying a way that you wish it'd go on and on glaring and gleaming with its digitised menace.

Glasgow-based producer Kami-O adds yet more elements, sliding them in as the song hurtles on its way forwards, the doof-thud of punchy kicks, uzi-fire hi-hats, and yet more in a plethora of percussion, a hurricane of hissing clicking ticking clacking tapping banging, a rhythmic collage of broken sounds that swish onwards whilst the quivering samples are checked and suppressed and brought back again in simple mathematical dynamics. The subtle rumble of sub, a rasping handclap. Like garage music made with trees and gravel as much as obsolete circuitboards and the troubled souls of broken computers and programming errors, 'Feel' is a phantasm of humans harangued by anxiety and obsession, a foreshadowing of our finding solace in machines.


  • πŸ”” It is possible for you to download 'Feel' if you hop over to Kami-O's Bandcamp.


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Sunday, 11 December 2016

🐣 DJ SUPERMARKET — WIMBLEDON 1988

A song called 'Wimbledon 1988' has two things in store for someone like me because my birth year is 1988, year of the dragon, and I am a fan of tennis whenever Wimbledon is on. Maybe I'll watch the French Open too. So anyway it reached out to me on a basic level. But aside from that there is something inescapably nostalgic within even just the name of this track, and there's the name, DJ Supermarket. Things like artwork and titles and names, things that surround the music, these also bound the music, frame the music in some sort of context, inform you of what to expect stylistically, and here it is, a dream from 28 summers ago.

Like the whirring of some machine intended to implant some idealistic memories some borrowed nostalgia into your brain the track starts up with clicking and clanking and a deep subspace rumble. The wind-up toy sufficiently wound-up, in earnest we sail along with the smooth lounge-flavoured chords, additional woodblock clicks and robust drum bits added to this sample from who-knows-where* and the crowd cheers every now and again faraway and distant almost as if you are instead sitting on a beach with this sultry soft music and hearing waves crash on the sand. The rumble again into reality, to now – the end of this manufactured fragment of chill, this shard of humming melody, nonchalant walking along thought – and the music fades and reverberates into the ether just as it arrived.

*Someone in the comments of the song said it, the music sampled, sounded like Alec Mansion and apparently it is. He's a Belgian singer.


  • A recent album by DJ Supermarket that you might want to listen to is UX Design which was released 7 months ago by Roof Garden Records, owned by the musicmaker himself. By the way he is from Glasgow and he's called Jack Fawcett.


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