So, I’ve been a bit lax with this blog, specifically in terms of delivering what I promised, which is incisive criticism and opinion on the best and worst new music. It always being easier to criticise than praise, I thought I’d start with a challenge and discuss No Art‘s new EP, while at the same
Pitch To Voltage
Criticism not journalism, we judge we don’t report.
If you haven’t heard of Mr Muthafuckin’ eXquire yet, he and his breakout track Huzzah (must watch!!!) have been drunkenly teabagging the online music media over 2011, getting tongue smothered in love from the likes of Pitchfork et all as well as being asked to collaborate with fellow Brooklyn hip hop figures Das Racist, El-P
The champagne is cheap but plentiful, the lighting dim with the air smelling faintly of musk as I sit down to a plate of antipasto with Donny Benet. We’re surrounded by a mixture of suited industry types and barely dressed women in their late thirties who fill his modest suite at the Intercontinental Hotel in
It’s focus that set HTRK apart. Slow paced and with an overall icy atmosphere of lust and desperation, new album Work (work, work), their follow up to their debut LP Marry Me Tonight, displays a clarity of vision that is coming to define their practice. The entire album rooted in the theme of desires, realised
So this is the first post on this new blog that I will be curating, and I’ve been asked to make a small introductory statement. I hate introductory statements. The whole idea that an idea needs introduction seems pretty stupid to me really, why not just experience it for what it is and seek clarification