This Lonelyspeck EP was a very pleasant surprise after it had been threatened over twitter for nigh on infinity now. The reverb skies have opened up on this release and the vocals are truly drenched to the skin but the vocals aren’t really the centerpiece to the track any more than the twinkling synth loops are. The vocal parts work on an instrumental level and contribute to a warm tableau of sound that’s enriched through a different set of sonic tones on each track. If you can imagine it, and readership, I know you can, it’s as if I’lls and Youth Lagoon collaborated and then asked Oscar to guest vocal on a few tracks and then they filtered his vocals into oblivion. End result is gorge town, which is a region not defined by its great valleys but its textural gorgeousness.
The EP is out right this very second and you can cop it for whatever price you please.
After crafting one of the records of the damn year, the newly minted trio of Yon Yonson went and produced the beat for Simo Soo’s ‘Stoned In The Supermarket’ which features three separate MCs across it’s length, likely an attempt to maintain the every important producer / vocalist binary. Way to keep it future fellas. The beat is bouncier than a bag of popcorn incorrectly placed upsidedown in a microwave which also happens to be on the moon where there isn’t that much gravity. There are a few presumably lifted horn samples chopped into the chorus while sparkling synth sounds lift off a rolling bassline. The lyrical sections are seemingly nonsensical but only until you realise that the song is fundamentally based around the concept of – CORRECT – being Stoned In The Supermarket. Something about Taylor Henderson or Taylor Hanson and a Katy Perry necklace or something. The Marky Vaw verse is a little more abstract but by the time the Boobjob section comes back around we’re rolling into a stream of consciousness that makes about as much sense as it should considering the trajectory of the track. The song is lifted from Simo Soo’s fourth-ish EP Sootopia which is the most cohesive release I’ve heard from the the prolific son of a gun to date. There’s a couple of LP’s and remix records for you to get into too, for those that are really feeling this.
This one caught me by surprise a little in that it was unexpectedly gooooorgeous and sounds as close to Odesza as you’re likely to find in our neck of the woods. It’s not altogether reflective of the EP of which it’s a part, being slightly slower and keeping slightly less kick than the three other tracks but for my money it’s the stand-out single. There’s an instrumental hip-hop vibe to the five tracker but not in the same sample-everything-take-no-prisoners way we’ve seen (re)surging this past decade. The sounds are crisp, the percussive tones are warm and the whole thing stirs me just right. Undoubtedly one of the hottest producers based in Nambour right now.
Spirit Faces is Pete and Anatole is Jonathan and when Pete met Jonathan it was even better than When Harry Met Sally which is a movie specifically created to demonstrate how good it can be when two people meet. Pete Covington is the producer~vocalist~instrumentalist known as Spirit Faces and Jonathan Baker is producer~multi-multi-multi-instrumentalist known as Anatole and they’re a rather perfect match in that a) the resulting song was fantastic, b) they both play about 112 different instruments and c) both of them are on the rise. Anatole has a couple of big name remixes on the way while Spirit Faces has a much hyped EP now recorded and some hot-pocket support slots soon to be announced. The track is out through my very own record label called TEEF so if you came here hoping for any degree of impartiality you’re dreeeeeaaaaaming. The track embodies much of why I wanted to start this label- young, talented musicians collaborating and creating art that may not have existed without the label. Even if I never make a dime from the thing, if I can have two or three of these each year and an EP to boot I’ll be a happy little labelfellow.
As far as I’m concerned, the weirder that Collarbones go, the better. Their 2011 record Iconography was laden with out there beats and chopped and sampled vocals and didn’t sound a whole lot like anything else at that time and evening seemingly at this time. They’ve since dropped a lot of the instrumental sections from their recordings and it’s become largely about Marcus’ voice (which can be a great thing) but producer R&B outfits aren’t a rarity at the moment and I want to hear Collarbones being the rarity they were. To keep on with that phrase, I reckon this new Collarbones track is rarer than some of their more recent recordings have been and I think all the better for it. It’d be easy for me to focus on that Oscar section but Marcus’ first half and conclusion both ride the beat gloriously, almost closer to his work with Black Vanilla than other Collarbones songs.