At this point we'd usually make a joke about the band's name or spiral off on some obscure tangent from the song title. Horse Macgyver has beaten us.
I once had a dream about a clown that paralysed me with a kiss then slowly, carefully began to eat my legs. That was nothing compared to these ten minutes of gnawing terror from The Haxan Cloak. Taken from his imminent album and featuring Liam from Trencher on drums this is a sustained exercise in stately, dark foreboding.
OMFG 123 vid = ROFL LMAO IRL. HEART our BFFs Markus and Jerome AKA LOL Boys. 321 on 123 FTW. WTF. L8R H8Rz.
(the) Jelas sound like a band falling down an endless stairwell. If they did ever reach the (paradoxical) bottom, you get the impression they'd climb right back to the top and start all over again. Their new album The Body Parts is out soon and you can see them at this weekend's soon-to-be legendary YES WAY festival in Peckham.
When the new A Grave With No Name album arrives the whole world will swoon at once, the earth will spin off its axis and we'll all hurtle towards the sun and eight billion fiery deaths. But it'll be worth it!
StoNu heroes The Chap return with Even Your Friend on Lo Recordings. Here rising star Ghostape plunges them into a dark carnival of crashing batucada and woozy, whispered dub.
The sun sets on 3 x 321 Day with graveyard gigolo and hypnagogic Julio Iglesias, How To Dress Well. His latest tantalising transmissions will be broadcast by our party hard pals at Transparent on 30th August. Listen to them in all their glory here and find out what's obsessing HTDW below.
The video for Beaters' mutant garage gouger White Hate suggests frontman Jeremy Rojas is no stranger to the old rough and tumble (and blindfolds and whips and terrifying dudes in red dresses who stare at you on dark desert roads). The answers he gave to our 321 questions also suggest a preoccupation with the weirder things in life (and conspiracies). If you're having a party you should invite him and his awesome band. By the looks of this they are really good at parties.
3 x 321 day begins with prodigious young guns, Disclosure. Howard and Guy moonlight from their day jobs (being each other's teenage brother) to make twilight two-step and dark night dub. From their debut single on Moshi Moshi, here we unveil the aptly named Street Light Chronicle. After the jump, Guy divulges facts from the worlds of mathematics, biology and physics/farting.
Cedar Senior is from Port Alberni, the salmon capital of the world. Here he sails downriver, through night and day and in and out of weeks to where the New Amerykahns are. Get his Campsite EP for free from his Bandcamp page.
We start the week, as ever, with a nine-strong choir-slash-orchestra from Peckham. This week, Wap Wap Wow with The Round: a literate tale full of swooping, looping harmonies, produced by a trio of Oxford veterans: Hugo from Chad Valley, Yannis from Foals and Inspector Morse.
Like a Japanese panty vending machine in a convent, Raw Moans is a paradox of innocence and weird carnality. He makes daydream music that sounds secretly sordid, and turns Snoop Dogg sex-raps into lilting lullabies. Here he talks about clouds, roses and the moon, and makes them all sound kind of dirty.
No Womb are cranked up and caving in. A delirious, derelict punk racket. We stole the cool title from their MySpace. This demented ditty is from the their live tape on the excellent Comfortable On A Tightrope.
All the way from Finland, please give a warm welcome to our special guests. The infectious, the virulent, the deadly... The HIVs!
[Translation: Hotel Mexico rule.]
As promised, more from the astonishing Diamond Black Hearted Boy. Your ears might not be ready for this.
Our buddies at Italian Beach Babes are putting out a 30 track mixtape of covers, acoustic versions, alternative takes, samples and ideas from the amazing Mazes. Here's his truehearted cover of the Beach Boys. Beach Boys on Beach Babes. Sounds like a party.
Remember how the adults in Charlie Brown all speak like muffled saxophones? Virginia superhero Diamond Black Hearted Boy does. More from him tomorrow.
Secret Tones return with more mysterious modulation. The bedtime whispers in this quietly brutal lullaby will keep you awake for a month.
Here is yesterday's hero, Love Distance, under a different guise. As Hunter In The Woods he lays down heavy, horizon-hugging chords with a flaming medieval axe. This is probably what Dante was listening to when he came up with all that "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi chi'intrate" stuff.