Showing posts with label shuffling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shuffling. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 June 2017

🐣 FLUME — HYPERREAL FEAT. KUČKA (LACED REWORK)

With the skipping vocals of Kučka whirling around, the wonky shuffling beat and its doof-doofing kick, the glitching ectoplasms of synth like electronic phantasms of auroraborealis offcuts, Flume's bonus track 'Hyperreal' is a paragon of its titular promise. There's a dim darkness effused by the track, framed by a sense of cold futurism, something minimal and menacing, and it's this theme that Laced seems to have picked up on in their reworking. With a decided focus on those thudding kicks, the musicmaker strews them in four-on-the-floor formation for a deep and devastating house feel; hi-hats like daggers unsheathing and cutting the air add rasping sharpness to the shuffling rhythm; a constant synth rumbles balefully below.

And then you realise at around 00:58 that a lot of those sounds weren't hi-hats at all but overlapping inhale-exale breaths sampled and shivering, isolated for their impact before a tidal wave of sound begins, a break in the house regularity, a swaying from rapid gloopy kicks and sub-bass bwaoom to clacking rolling snare and a twinkle of metallic ticking. An unexpected part of the song, splitting sounds in two and letting them crash into the slices of silence, this segment does not refrain later on but instead remains a totemic midsection between the hard thudding house vibes, the garage-tinged shuffle of everything—it's a natural evolution of the original track (like the artwork: a darker version of the artwork for Flume's Skin Companion EP II), but it's replete with a dark and dusty emotiveness of its own.




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Monday, 29 February 2016

ANCHORSONG – ORIENTAL SUITE

I heard this playing during a wander around on a blue sky day with the sun shining in Harajuku outside Beams Records and I was drawn into the shop and I stood there drinking up the music not really looking at any of the CDs just kind of pretend-browsing. To hear it outside a siren song with its bells and chimes blown about by the early afternoon breeze and to be drenched in its subby sound inside the shop... it's a tasty treat for the ears, a cyclical journey of a track, walking a circuit trail through a sun-dappled grove.

It is 'Oriental Suite' and it is by Anchorsong (named after Björk's 'The Anchor Song'? maybe), a musicmaker whose real name is Masaaki Yoshida, a Tokyo person now living in London. Reading up about it now, Beams Records were playing his music because they had an advance sale of the album Ceremonial, and I happened to be there a day before the album's release party (28/1), so that's that.

The track is built on a shaker-sprinkled shuffling of a beat, in a slowed-down-garage-flavoured rhythm but wooden and organic, like it is made of felled logs and fistfuls of earth and tangled wires of ivy – you also get this feeling with the clop-clopping marimba sounds hollow and rustic later on in the song. Samples drop in and out of the track, vocal snippets of cut-up conversation and longer drawn-out singing voices like chanting.

It begins thin and almost minimalist, mystical reverbing chimes giving you a hint of what lies ahead, it ending up a bustling whirl of delicious percussion and vocal samples, that shaking beat with hi-hats zinging to help the frenzy of sounds along, underpinned with rumbling undulating sub-bass that makes the shuffling groove robust and... so like moss-covered walls constant under the wash of pines and murmur of people and animals; do you not feel teleported elsewhere?




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