Happy Halloween if you're into that sorta thing... around here, we call it House Music Friday...
So there I was, trying to figure out an appropriate song for the holiday and having no luck whatsoever... just call me DJ Indecisive... when I checked my inbox and found a present from the good people at OM Records... a nice little Deep House remix of "Thriller" by Oregon producers Cates & dPl. It would probably be better if it used some of the vocals, but I'm not gonna criticize... ya can't go wrong with that bassline, folks. So, courtesy of OM, a label that you need to own pretty much every piece of music they release, enjoy... (MP3 REMOVED BY THE MAN)
Droppin' "Thriller" in a Halloween set may be cliche, but fuck it... it works! And I'll leave you with a question... which picture is scarier? The one above or...
"Can Bobby come out and play?"
EEEP! It ain't even close, is it? Have a great weekend.
The word that keeps popping up in every bio I've read of Tenor Sax cat Hank Mobley is "underrated". Apparently Hank got no shine going up against folks like Sonny and Trane, but now it's all love. Which means squat to Hank now since he's dead. I imagine if he were to come back from the grave, his first words would be something along the lines of "Fuck all y'all!" Yes, I imagine Hank Mobley to be a bitter, bitter man. I have nothing to base this on, but I'm gonna just go with it, okay? You know who else is underrated? Oates. Fuck Hall. Somebody had to say it. Anyhoo, when you're underrated, that means that you're good, and Hank Mobley was good at music. Here's an original he penned, with a couple guys who were actually pretty accurately rated (as awesome) named Donald Byrd on trumpet and Herbie Hancock on piano. I bet Hank hated their accurately rated guts...
If you ask me, that piano riff at the beginning is just begging to be sampled. It's an underrated sample, that. And how 'bout YouTube? No Hank. Totally getting underrated there, too. Man, I bet he is pissed...
Eagerly awaiting Barack Obama's big network TV extravaganza tonight. Sources tell me that it will include various clips of him delighting random strangers with street magic and end with him riding into a live rally on a unicorn and pooping a rainbow on the stage... suck on that, David Blaine!
Today, we pay another visit to the all-killer/no-filler Tru Thoughts label and a recent release by Unforscene, three guys who in the past have done various musical things and continue to do so. It's not quite as outright funky as a lot of this label's releases... actually it reminds me a bit of Cinematic Orchestra from their first couple of albums (before they went super-mellow on us)... spacey beats, cinematic (Really? Couldn't think of a different adjective there, Tone? Are you even trying any more?) sounds and vocals by some of your favorite Tru Thoughts voices, including Alice Russell. On this one, we get San Francisco rapper Epcot on what is probably the most uptempo cut on the record...
I love a good Rap song from an unexpected source. Oh, by the way, did I mention my source also told me that Obama's gonna do a song with Q-Tip, Rakim and Chuck D tonight? Really, I'm not making this up... fine, don't believe me. You'll see...
Yesterday we talked about crawling down the rabbit hole. Today, we'll talk about crawling up... one's own arse...
... because frankly, when you decide to make the move to "Free Jazz improvisation", that's pretty much what you're doing. And that's exactly what Spring Heel Jack did. The duo started out as one of the more interesting acts in Drum & Bass, just two guys and a grip of gear, but then apparently decided they'd rather just learn some "instruments", pal around with "live musicians" and do that sort of thing... hey, whatever floats yer boat, dudes. You know I kid, but you gotta admit it's not a musical path many folks follow. The results are... well, they're not bad. It's free jazz with odd electronics... you could draw similarities to the Kieran Hebden/Steve Reid collaborations, but since Reid is a drummer by trade those records are steeped in rhythm. This stuff is very ambient and disjointed and yes... somewhat wanky (as Free Jazz tends to be)... but on the more cohesive numbers, it's actually quite nice...
Loooooooong way from the dancefloor, that. I remember seeing them live as a D&B act back in the day and I certainly didn't see this coming... but then again, who would? Life, she has many twists and turns, like a big... twisty-turny... thing...
I'm gonna geek the fuck out a little bit today, so bear with me...
One area of music that keeps surprising me with it's deep riches and lovely nutty aftertaste is African Funk. I've been quite aggressively collecting music for some time now, but I still feel like I'm just scratching the surface of African Funk goodness... and that is pretty darn cool. Sure, this track is off a well-known (relatively speaking) compilation, but it's stuff like this that makes me want to dig deeper and deeper. One of the guys at a blog that continually blows my mind with its dopeness, the unfuckwiddable Captain's Crate, once put it this way when describing a super-rare jam he was sharing...
"This post stands as a warning to the fledgeling record head, a couple hundred LP's into the game and feeling pretty good about himself and his collection of sample-heavy CTI dollar-bin'ers and lesser known funk-rock gems on Westbound and Cotillion... You don't know how far the rabbit hole goes.
Hear me loud and clear on this one, friends: THE DEEPER YOU GET, THE DEEPER THE MUSIC GETS. There is more ill music out there than you and I can wrap our sorry little heads around and we're suckers to think otherwise.
I'll put it another way... the more stones you turn, the rockier the underbelly."
Those, my friends are wise words, words of encouragement... words that make a music addict like me... well, they make my pants feel kinda funny, if you get my drift. Anyhoo, today's tune comes from Mr. Joe Mensah, who I can't find a good bio for anywhere. All I know is that in Ghana, he was kind of a big deal, and with tunes like this, it's easy to see why...
A burner, that one, eh? How many more of these undiscovered (well, to me anyways) gems are there out there? If you believe my friend at "The Crate", the answer is "a shitload"... so I'm gonna get on that... see ya tomorrow.
I'm gonna give House Music Friday the week off this week, because... well, just because...
One of the very first posts I made when I switched this site over to Blogger was on the Marvel Team-Up of drummer Steve Reid and knob-twiddler Kieran Hebden. That was a year and a half ago, so maybe it's time to catch up on this dynamic duo, who since then have vanquished several super-villians, including The Riddler, The Penguin, and The Blogger Whose Stupid Comedy Bits Are Probably Really Getting On Your Nerves By Now... oh, and they've released about 43 more albums together. This... is one of them. Here they went and made some tunes with some dudes from Senegal and the result is much more groove-based than the Free Jazz-like stuff they did without the dudes from Senegal. Because the dudes from Senegal, they got no time for that kinda wankery. And in the spirit of House Music Friday, here's an uptempo 4/4 number which I suppose you could mix into a House set... if you were weird or something...
Okay, maybe that's a little fast for a House set, but then again that's why God created pitch control. Give it a try and tell me how it works out... :P
After a year and a half and over five hundred posts, I'm happy to say I finally got my first DMCA notice! And by happy, I mean enraged... Actually got two in one day yesterday... one apparently from Ludacris' people for posting "Area Codes" and one having something to do with the sample source mix I posted last month. Pretty lame. Instead of just requesting I remove the links, Blogger actually went in and deleted my posts without warning, the fuckwaffles. I would have been happy to take the songs down, you know... but nothing enrages a Virgo more that having the completeness of my blog fucked with. So now I have to do what any real gangsta like myself would do and start beef with Ludacris... so... Ludacris, you can eat a syphilitic dick on a moldy French roll smothered in ass relish, punk. I don't know why your little bitch-ass has to mess with my blog when I even provided a link for the readers to go buy your shitty album... how come it's the artists who are already rich that fuck with bloggers? Much better musicians than you see blogs as what they are... good publicity! But you're to stupid to see that, so maybe you should just go get run over by a Hyundai on dubs after being ass-raped by Clay Aiken. Oh, and it's "mouth", dipshit... not "mouf". English! Learn it! Bam! Anyhoo, now how 'bout some mellow sounds to calm my seething bile...
... and those sounds come from the latest iteration of The Black Dog, which consists of the one original member who is not in Plaid and a couple of other guys. And after that rant up there, you've probably heard enough from me today, so let's just get to it...
Really good album, goes from ambience like that right up to some dancefloor-tempo numbers... not exactly what you might expect from The Black Dog, but I guess it's called evolution, homes...
The shuffle seems to be all into the trendy new genres this week...
... because what's trendier than Minimal Techno these days? Sarah Palin Halloween Costumes? Facebook? Being a Lesbian and dating a DJ? Fucked if I know... I'm not too hip on what the kids are really doing these days. But Minimal Techno, that stuff's everywhere. Is it any good? Well, mostly... no. It's just too, how do you say... minimal. Not a lot goin' on in too many of these songs and I like it when there's stuff goin' on. But like any genre, it has it's moments, and in the world of mnml (they're so clever when they call it that, aren't they?) most of those are provided by one Mr. Ricardo Villalobos. Maybe his music has that extra spice because he's from Chile... and maybe I should be punched in the face for using that pun... there are a lot of maybes in this world, people...
So, that's pretty cool, I guess... I don't know if I could listen to that kind of thing all night long without wanting to put my head in a vise and turning it until my skull exploded, but in limited doses and with the help of weed, definitely worth checking out... how's that for a ringing endorsement?
When it comes to jumping on bandwagons, I say better late than never...
I'll save you the eyestrain of trying to read that album cover and tell you that today's track comes from the new record by British Dubstep producers Dusk + Blackdown called Margins Music. And I guess here's where I cop that I am now officially into Dubstep. I'm pretty sure that if I lived in London, that would be soooo last week of me, but hey... I've now heard enough good Dubstep to put the Tonegent stamp of approval on the genre. It may not be as righteous as the Good Housekeeping stamp of approval, but a stamp it is, nonetheless. This record's a winner because it mixes in a lot different sounds... some of it is dark and plodding, some of it uses Asian Vibes, some of it goes into Grime/Hip-Hop territory, and some of it, like this track, is more in the bouncy UK Garage vein...
Hello all... today I present to you the new frontrunner for "Album Of The Year According To Me So Suck On That"...
... and that would be the new record by the mighty Jazzanova. It's been years since their last original full-length, and I gotta tell ya, them Schnitzengruben-eatin' Germans are a sneaky bunch, because I had no idea this was coming out 'til I had it in my hands. But the Germans are like that sometimes... just ask Poland. (Sorry, German readers, the joke was there) And it is fucking amazing. That's all you need to know. This is the sound of 21st Century soul music, and it's not brought to you by people with names like Marvin, Aretha and Stevie, but rather by people with names like Jurgen, Claas and Axel. Deal with it...
Everything's a bit, shall we say... out of the norm on this House Music Friday...
Now, normally Japan and Greece aren't thought of as being hotbeds of Deep House production (cue comments telling me what a wrong dumbass I am for saying that), but today we have a some great stuff from Japanese artist Satoshi Fumi on up-and-coming Greek label Klik Records. And not to sound like a shill, but if Klik keeps putting out shit this good, they are a label you need to take note of. Deep, Techy, yet very warm and subtly funky sounds that wouldn't sound out of place on a Plastic City release...
Today I have for you a track from one of the most criminally slept-on albums of the golden era of Hip-Hop...
I mean, seriously, have you ever heard of this record? Do you ever see it in a list? Has it ever made sweet love to your earholes? I'm guessin' no. The only way I ever found about it was when a friend in college taped it for me. You heard me... taped! (PS. Chris Flam, Google yourself some day, find this, and holla at ya boy!) But how about if I told you that Son Of Bazerk's only record was produced by The Bomb Squad... who, ya know... only like made every Public Enemy track and stuff? And if I told you that the beats on this record may be some of their best work? Then you'd say, I wanna hear that!
Yeah, the song really ends like that... smashes right into the next one... but good stuff, eh? I'd never lie to ya... I'm not a Republican. Oh, and if you wanted to know what Bazerk is up to today, well get ready...
Son of Bazerk... good at rap, bad at child labor laws...
Man, I remember the days when I could stay up past 9pm and not feel like crap the next day... but now I am just an old man...
So yeah, gonna keep it quick. This really good record was a one-off project which you can read about in some detail at this fine blog here. Vocal Soul Jazz at it's finest...
I just hope I can recover in time to watch McCain pathetically try to "kick Obama's you-know-what" tonight... hah! Good luck tryin' with those robot arms of yours, old man... maybe you can smash him with that growth on your face or something...
Today's question... surfing the blogs = the new crate digging? Discuss...
Today we get a slice of super-rare funk courtesy the unfuckwiddable Funk Spectrum series... this time from Volume 3, compiled by series curator Keb Darge and the one and only Pete Rock. I mean, this record is so rare you have a better chance of finding a dodo bird... you have a better chance of finding Sarah Palin's brain... you have a better chance of finding a woman who's had sex with Clay Aiken... you have-- okay, I think I've made my point. But that's what these compilations are about, so I guess it's a good thing they're around, eh? So here it is, an uptempo dancefloor bomb...
But going back to my opening... I don't think there's any way you can deny it. Sitting at your computer with a cold beer has replaced being hunched over, flipping through endless boxes of crap CDs or vinyl while smelly guys elbow you on both sides in 98 degree weather at some parking lot sale... and I think we can all agree that's a very good thing... so dig that... get it? Dig? See what I did there?...
Yo, yo, yo! If it's Monday, Los Angeles must be in flames...
So, before I start today, I'll direct your attention to that sexy new player down there... it's via a site called GoEar.com and I think I will use it until that site is shut down by someone, 'cuz it's sexay and now you can listen to the tunes from right here before you decide to make your click to download...
Also it seems my Box account has overrun it's bandwidth, so, um... thanks. I guess that means you're digging what I'm posting. But unfortunately that means some tunes won't be available for a little while... but whattaya gonna do? Maybe I'll find me some Interwebs with wider tubes... but I ain't payin' for 'em, so suck on some zshare for the time being... you know you like the porny ads that pop up on that site, so don't even front... anyhoo, tunes...
The Juju Orchestra come from Germany and have an awesome band name. Actually, any band with "orchestra" in the name is gonna get a listen from me. Except for actual orchrestras... that shit is boring. Nah, I'm just kidding... I'm down with the Classical... played it for years. But yeah, I like that name for some reason. And um... well that point's pretty well made, moving on... The Juju Orchestra, like so many German outfits, it nuts for the Brazilian beats, and on this record they get remixed by Mo'Horizons, who are also German, and as the title suggest, put some funky beatwork to it. And I think the vocals are by Terry Callier, so bonus points for that...
Yep, as you can tell, I don't have a lot to add today. Maybe I should stop drinking so much paint thinner on the weekends... oh well, there's always tomorrow... :P
House Music Friday treads on dangerous ground today, but lives to tell about it...
House remixes of Pop tunes tend to be dodgy affairs. Sure, a lot of it depends upon the source material, but usually they get some hack to throw a 4/4 beat and cliche synth stabs over the vocal and call it a day. But sometimes someone who knows what they're doing takes on a pop tune and produces something worthwhile... like in the case of today's song. (Well, duh... why else would I even bring it up?). Anyhoo, on this one, you got great source material from that plus-sized sister Jill Scott put through the remix machine by accomplished House dudes Jay-J and Chris Lum and the result is a track you will never be embarrassed to drop into a set...
Plus it was nominated for a Grammy... which means fuck-all, but I thought I'd mention it. You might be able to find a copy of this one second hand if you're lucky... make it your project this weekend, and have a great one!
Today, I present to you the best way to ruin a perfectly good band...
Back in the golden age of Trip-Hop, there was a certain pattern that emerged in the more popular groups of the era... hot girl with cool voice up front, nerdy, pasty knob-twiddlers in the back, and Bob's yer uncle. Sneaker Pimps, with their debut album Becoming X, followed that blueprint to a T, and what happened? One of the best and most popular albums of the genre, that's what. But then... sigh... but then the knob-twiddlers got all full of themselves... they didn't want to sell another album, ever be "pigeonholed" by the "formula", so they kicked singer Kelli Dayton to the curb... and kept on making albums without her that were united in the fact that no one gave two shits about any of them. So let me restate this... do NOT kick the hot singer girl out of your band! Nobody cares about you, pasty guys! Get over yourselves and go play with your plug-ins some more! Same thing happened to Morcheeba after they booted Skye Edwards... did you know they're still making records? Exactly. Game, Set and Match to me...
I guess you would call today's blog subject an unknown legend of music. I like the way that sounds... unknown legend... of course, it's a total oxymoron, but then again so am I...
Anyhoo, I'm talking about Bill Laswell, a guy who's been smashing together different kinds of music for years, and definitely was doing so way before it was cool. Ambient, World Music, Dub, Techno, blah, blah, blah all the way to Heavy Metal. Dude produced "Rockit", yo! And he's also ridiculously prolific... I believe he has released something like 80 million albums, I shit you not... and if you don't believe me, check the discography. Now, I certainly would not claim to know about even a fraction of those releases, but I do have several Laswell joints in my collection, and here are tracks from two of my favorites... the first is sort of a Dub Techno thing, and the other is a Middle Eastern Trip-Hop thing...
Yep, you could do a whole blog on this guy and not run out of material for years, no pun intended... explore...
Also, allow me to quickly mention a new project I'm involved with. It's called the Fuzzy Tube, brought to you by the great folks at Totally Fuzzy, and eventually it will be the greatest place to watch music videos on the entire Interwebnets. I'm one of the selectors, and I'm bringin' nothin' but heat, folks... go check it out...
I will have to start today's post by giving a big shout-out to the mysterious and powerful Ninja of Flagstaff, Hokwei. Who's that, you say? I ain't tellin'... I told you he was mysterious, dammit!
One secret that can be revealed about Hokwei is that he loves him some Saul Williams. And I'm not going to disagree with him, because I don't want to get my face ninja'd off. Actually, I'm also not going to disagree with him because I loves me some Saul Williams, too. He uses his poetry slam style to drop some serious knowledge, and his genre-crossing musical tastes are far above the tepid Hip-Hop beats that some similar folks choose. Just check this one out, with bits of classical strings, Drum & Bass beats and some vocals by none other than Esthero, from the period where all she did for like 35 years was occasionally pop up on other people's songs...
And while we're "droppin' knowledge", another one of Arizona's finest, DJ Z-Trip, has made his new Obama Mix available for free on his website, because he's cool like that. Go get it, turn it up and get psyched for tonight's debate. I think it's going to be more exciting than the first one. And if you wanna make things really exciting, I think the third debate should be held in a steel cage. Not suggesting that they wrestle or anything, I just think it would be interesting to see them debate in a steel cage... don't ya think? Just me? Ah, never mind...
I guess it would be pretty mean of me to post a huge downer of a song on a Monday, kinda like pouring salt into a wound... but it's not my fault! It's my iTunes on shuffle that's the asshole here, folks... I am merely the conduit.
Anyhoo, the man responsible for your emotional anguish today is French Hip-Hop producer DJ Cam, who's been around forever, remixed by Co-Frenchy Kid Loco who recently returned with a new record after a seemingly lengthy hiatus. Why they decided to go all Morrisey on your ass, I don't know, but this is actually a pretty song if you can stop sobbing long enough to, um... enjoy it, I guess?
Okay, I've pulled myself back from the ledge. Now I'll try to help you curb the urge to slit your wrists with some funny comedy... my latest appearance on Chelsea Lately, in which you see Tone in a way you have never seen him before... and most likely never wanted to...
Now I feel like I need to apologize again... good times around here today, eh? :P
It's been a vintage kinda week, so it's time for a vintage-style House Music Friday...
And once again I got no time, so I'll spare you the comedy stylings. Besides, this CLASSIC track by a "Little" Louie Vega side project more than speaks for itself...
Today, Tonegents Musical Interwebs Corner and Savings & Loan (I just bought all of Comerica's assets for 50 cents and a pack of Marlboro Smooths) is proud to bring you one of the greatest songs ever recorded... and if you disagree with that, I will fight you...
I'm talking about the one and only hit of The Floaters. And I don't really need to say much about it. The genius of this song is in the lyrics, and I believe I will let them speak for themselves. So grab a comfortable chair, sit back and "Let me show you how sweet it could be / Sharing your love with Larry"...
Yep, they don't make songs like that anymore, folks... for shame! If you click the Amazon link, you'll notice it takes you to a very expensive box set. Pony up the dough, it's worth it! I got it at a silent auction at some charity event and it was the best 60 bucks I've ever spent... I have DJ'd entire gigs with nothing but those six discs... unfortunately, they were Drum & Bass gigs, and I was fired and then beaten, but whatevs...
The vintage sounds are workin' for me this week, so let's continue with some more...
This might be one of the more ridiculously rare things I've posted on here, and I say that because there is practically zero information out there on the Interwebs about the most-likely Ghanian group Afro Funk. Zilcho. So instead, I'll offer this... I like what they're doing as far as naming the band. You pick up the Afro Funk record, you're hearing yourself some Afro Funk. Brilliant! But what if all bands were required to name themselves so descriptively? We'd have some changes for sure... U2 would be called Bombastic Irish Rock. I'd buy that, sounds like fun. Madonna would be named Old Lady Dance Music, which would intrigue me. Tracey Thorn would be called The Ugly Chick Whose Voice You'd Like To Fuck, Deerhoof would be called Shitty Indie Rock With Japanese Shouting Lady and Interpol would be called If Every Band From The 80s Was Functionally Retarded. Oh, I could go on for days! Seriously, I think it would cure so much uncertainty on your record buying trips... but maybe that's just me. Anyhoo, this song is what we thought it is... Afrobeat/Funk with the bonus of something you don't hear every day in this genre, spacey synth solos. Cool as fuck if you ask me...
You can't buy this. There's like two copies in the world and they're buried with Jimmy Hoffa. But it is available, obviously. Don't pretend that you don't know where...
You may experience a little head-scratching upon seeing today's selection, but hear me out, dear readers...
Now, I'm quite aware that I often rail against crappy current Hip-Hop on this site, and I stand by my assertion that 99% of it is complete shite. BUT... I also stand by my other recurring assertion... that if you can't appreciate all kinds of music, you don't really like music. So, yes, there are actually some current Hip-Hop songs that are very good. And 83% of those songs are good because they have a hook sung by Nate Dogg. You get Nate Dogg to sing your hook, you are pretty much guaranteed to be able to afford some new dubs for your Camry. Dude wakes up in the morning and poops gold records. To wit... there aren't a whole lot of Ludacris songs worth wasting your time listening to, but this one is an exception...
(MP3 REMOVED BY THE MAN)
Horribly misogynistic? Sure! But fuck it... it's a damn catchy hook. That's what Pop music is about, folks. I read that Nate Dogg recently had a stroke and is recovering from some paralysis on one side of his body. Hopefully he will have a full recovery and keep crankin' out the hits... Pop Rap needs him! Because otherwise it's 50 Cent and all those douchebags, and we don't need any more of that...
Greetings, Bonjour, Guten Tag, Buon Giorno, Hola and Konichiwa, bitches! It is with great pleasure that I present to you the 500th post of the Tonegents Musical Interwebs Page and Ice Cream Social. Yep... I apparently have a lot of freakin' free time. But you folks seem to be at least minimally entertained by my assorted music selections, informational tidbits and dick jokes, because last night (quite coincidentally) saw page view number 75,000 as well. So thanks to all of you! Here's a little something I whipped up to mark the occasion...
Tonegent presents "El Gigante Estupendo Muestra Spectacularrrrr!"
(Continuous Mix - 75:44 - 86.67Mb @ 160kps)
1) Vera Hall - Trouble So Hard 2) Lalo Schifrin - Danube Incident 3) Camille Yarbrough - Take Yo Praise 4) Isaac Hayes - Walk On By 5) Marlena Shaw - Woman Of The Ghetto 6) Kool & The Gang - Jungle Jazz 7) The Chi-Lites - We Are Neighbors 8) Lulu - Love Loves To Love Love 9) Breakwater - Release The Beast 10) Locksmith - Far Beyond 11) Buari - Advice From Father 12) Gwen McCrae - All This Love That I'm Giving 13) Oliver Cheatham - Get Down Saturday Night 14) Stargard - Wear It Out 15) Bolivar - Merengue 16) Chicago - Street Player
The theme of this mix, you may be able to tell, is that it is comprised of the original sample sources used in some of the biggest electronic songs of all time. Who sampled what, and for what song? Well, I want you to tell me. That's right, a contest! Whoever sends me a list of the 16 electronic tunes that sample these 16 songs wins whatever tunes they want (that I have, of course) from the electronic artists involved. Pretty cool, eh? I mean, you didn't think I was actually gonna throw down any money for a prize, did you? Because that would be silly. So leave your answers in the comments, and if you're a regular reader, leave a shout there, too. I'd love to know just who's been reading all the pointless drivel I've been spewing 'round here...
The music posted on this blog is for evaluation purposes only and will be removed after a short time... so if you like it... support the artists, dammit! Buy the records, go to the shows, give them a ride to the airport if they need it! Don't be a schmuck! If you are an artist or scary lawyer type and want something removed from here, just holla and it's gone! I'm easy like that!