A little while back we gave you Walls' I Can't Give You Anything But Love and here completing the release, we've Urals. The London-based duo comprising Sam Willis and Alessio Natalizia have been busying themselves of late with thoroughly rewarding solo endeavours (Willis released the sublime Winterval LP last year, while Natalizia has more recently been masquerading as Not Waving ) although it's when they combine to contrive such invigorating electronica as this that they're at their most formidable. When set against the maddening delirium of the flipside, [...]
Every week Bynar picks some of the best indie rock / alternative / post-punk / shoegaze / gothic / electronica releases that are offered as free or name-your-price downloads by the artists themselves and are legally free to download . Today's MP3 round up includes tracks by bands such as White Lies , Project Midnight , Constables , Double Echo , and Bauer . Enjoy. White Lies - Getting Even ( free download ) White Night Ghosts - [...]
This track by Hooded Fang is like instant smile on my face. Now it has a new music video and it contains no shortage of short sorts and animal masks. What more can you ask for? You can find it on their latest album Graves . - Conrad
From Beach House to bloody Radiohead, it seems Bloom is a title that's very much en vogue in the keeping contemporary and indeed it's one which, without fail, appears to pollinate ineffably brilliant musics. And to that list can indubitably now be added the début piece from Trevor Lang's latest endeavour, Noble Savage . Traditionally a term signifying 'a representative of primitive humankind as idealised in Romantic literature, symbolising the innate goodness of humanity when free from the corrupting influence of civilisation' quite how acutely Lang may be aligned with such a dramatically quixotic character complexion I've not the [...]
A criticism only infrequently levelled at Ruban Nielson's Unknown Mortal Orchestra is that for all the style and panache the Portland-based troupe employ when reviving a smoky '60s aesthetic, only rarely do they realise their full potential. The eponymous début featured a few instances here and there (Ffunny Ffrends and How Can U Luv Me continue to stand out as seemingly indelible exemplars) while the considerably more contemporary follow-up, II , carried with it a more or less equivalent quota of aural gold with the sassy So Good At Being In Trouble [...]
Enough figurative tears have surely already been shed over my absence from this year's now initiated Sónar , although this debonair newbie from Fort Romeau – née Mike Greene, who similarly shan't be in attendance of Barcelona this week – banishes the yearning and reinstates sensations of euphoric celebration instead. Yeah, the meteorological conditions currently bedevelling Greene's native London are proving hideously temperamental and anything but conducive to al fresco frolicking, but if for only seven minutes Jetée invites us into an hypnotically dank gyre brimming with consistently invigorating cyclical harmonies, leaden beats and eventual release. A phantom humdinger [...]
It's none too often we opt to dissect the components of any which extended-play, purely because there never seem to be all that many that are truly worthy of extensive attention although in the case of precocious Seattleite Peter Michel, who this afternoon at long last unveils his much hankered for Dunes EP, well, let's just say we've yet to swoon so hard for Hibou . It begins with the accelerative guile of Sunder but if you've buzzed about these parts previously you'll doubtless have already indulged in that one and no matter how insatiable my [...]
For reasons as yet unbeknownst to me, I've yet to get fully acquainted with Bridgeport, Connecticut's cherished disco maestros The Stepkids although if you're in a similarly ignorant position, here's some superficial info I've gleaned over the wearying course of this afternoon. The trio comprising Tim Walsh, Jeff Gitelman and Dan Edinberg released an eponymous LP in the winter of 2011 as Wikipedia so reliably informs ( their entry is incidentally invested with a pretty nifty psychedelic GIF), and are to follow it up with a sophomore recording entitled Troubadour later on this year as a blighter in [...]
Having recently reawakened our senses to his idiosyncratic take on hysterical Cumbia commotion, Chilean mainstay Matias Aguayo preludes the now imminent arrival of his landmark third LP The Visitor with another sprightly burst of ineffably hyper brilliance in the form of Levantate Diegors. Recently ditching his once hallmark minimal dance energies in favour of, well, stuffing his so-called 'songs' with as much carnivalesque vibrancy as is metaphysically possible, there's a highly improvised feel to his latest endeavour – one which assumes the incantatory vibes of Brazilian Embolada and imbues them with a voodoo euphoria equivalently capable of incurring arm-aloft [...]
Unreasonable as it'll doubtless sound, I'm currently nurturing a deep-seated resentment of the US on the purely illogical grounds that Sharon Van Etten has more recently been traipsing all over her native territory from pillar to post; state to state, and has thus been firmly dislocated from the UK for far too long. And although it's not quite a subduedly spectacular live show or owt, this piece composed in honour of associate and celebrated Gothic grotesque abstractionist Esao Andrews ought to tide us over that little while 'til she's hopefully back over on this side o' things. [...]
Sometimes, certain things just take time. Time to contrive; time to click; time to call upon the undying infatuation they so indubitably deserve. And Nordic troupe Postiljonen are quite incontrovertibly one such thing. Comprised of Norwegian vocalist Mia Bøe and multitalented Swedish pop polymaths Daniel Sjörs and Joel Nyström Holm, the trio next month release their oneiric début full-length Skyer via Best Fit Recordings though if their discographic belonging to the notorious Swedophiles is of little surprise, then album standout On The Run conversely resonates with startling pellucidity. Like a curvilinear finger slowly motioning seductive beckoning, [...]
I can't say I've ever harboured much impassioned desire to play with the psych revivalism peddled by onetime Jing Jang Jong types TOY , although at that same time I've struggled overnight to neglect the hypnotic psychosis they here contrive to conjure beyond Natasha Khan's unprecedentedly impressive Siouxsie impression, as the Londoners combine to cover Amir Rassaei's Aroos Khanom. Initially intended as an exhibition of 'Funk, Psychedelia and Pop from the Iranian Pre-Revolution Generation' which featured on the profusely celebrated Zendooni compilation (a tenuous Middle Eastern alternative to Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era, 1965–1968 reissued just last [...]
Every once in a while, a crossover electronic effort will initially suffer a chronic misdiagnosis only to later foment an epidemic of ubiquitous eulogy. That record of yesteryear was, without question, John Talabot's ƒIN whilst that of this year would seemingly already belong to a namesake of the Catalan pulse monger in the already rather more revered form of estimable London producer, Jon Hopkins . Immunity is his fourth, and perhaps aptly most contagious recording to date – an exacting hour of immersive techno which dextrously, if only gently touches upon the murkier [...]
Allaying all fears of getting carried away with El-P and Killer Mike's Run The Jewels enterprise, we're back with the transatlantic experimental rap titans as they dump down the hefting 363 Chain. The inaugural release from this year's Adult Swim Singles series – one which is also to feature the likes of Mykki Blanco, Marnie Stern, Mac DeMarco and so on and so forth a little later on – it's their most divergent endeavour thus far, flippant Flatlander glitch dextrously intermingled with crisply accented, echo-addled drops and mutinous lyrics concerning Castro, Che, and a "carful of females." [...]
To insinuate that the collective career of enigmatic Antipodean duo Empire Of The Sun has had its ups, downs and in-betweens thus far is to gravely understate their mutable fluctuations in fortune. And yet aside from the breakups, the reputed breakdown in general relations between Luke Steele and Nick Littlemore, and the abiding silences since they've managed to maintain an unerringly acute focus every time they've deigned to foray deep into the vulnerable belly of popular culture. They've a sophomore recording slated for release next week although ahead of fully immersive embarkation upon Ice On The Dune [...]
It's on an unprecedentedly estival afternoon that Wolf Alice and I bare teeth to meet on what has been a long overdue encounter. Amid talk of Glastonbury heat waves and exponentially hotting climes, January thankfully couldn't feel further removed from this afternoon and indeed it seems an apt time to speak with a band to be bracketed among the hottest properties of an onsetting summer at that acute point at which the season seems to be at last beginning in earnest. Though a notable element of the nom de plume on which they've doubtless been quizzed [...]
The last time I set eyes and ears on quietly erudite Brooklyn scoundrels Parquet Courts , I was left entranced when deeply entrenched in the Barcelona madrugada where they'd spent their day flunking what I'd always assumed the unflunkable in that they couldn't "get high" for love nor marijuana. Not that their warm-up show for last month's Primavera Sound pertained to the half-baked lethargy one might well expect of such a statement, for they effervesced a by now trademark energy to provoke precarious stage invasions and a sea of crowd surfers so choppy that it seemed [...]
While we may as yet be caught up in a tidal maelstrom of perennially hyphenated post- whatever , occasionally something good comes of it and although not exactly the most contemporary of reference points, there is a palpable sense of London-based electro-noir producer Post-Ape having indulged in a fair amount of Depeche Mode outpour in his time. But mercifully we're talking decent Depeche Mode, and not the stuff of Delta Machine here as début cut Limbs in the Dark injects pelvic thrust into rejuvenated '80s bloops and nuanced nowaday bleeps. "I am [...]
Given the sepia hues adorning the above artwork and so too its slight, iconic typography you'd be forgiven for thinking that Trent Reznor may have taken a turn for the perverse and reverted to the vortices of self-degradation to have whirred around Nine Inch Nails' tour de force, The Downward Spiral . Well, Came Back Haunted ain't exactly all industrial doom nor clanging gloom, and alternatively begins as though a spooked techno stonker à la Yazoo-cum-early Depeche Mode redux. It's accomplished and so too compelling to the extent whereby Vince Clarke himself would quite conceivably put his name [...]
I'm finding it increasingly difficult to get all hot and bothered up about the collar over contemporary hip hop releases, although the work of El-P never fails to garner a heady response. So when news broke of his allying with Killer Mike on a project entitled Run The Jewels and Get It oozed out a little while back, the back of my neck moistened a tad. "Producer gave me a beat/ Said it's the beat of the year/ I said El-P didn't do it/ So get the fuck outta here" Jaime Meline's brawny accomplice this time insists on the [...]
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