If I still scrobbled on Last.fm, my monthly stats would look pretty bleak. This was the year where it felt like industrial-flavored things were everywhere, in every form. Even without delving into the ‘actual’ industrial subculture (and the last time I paid serious attention to that, Combichrist was still around and I’m a bit worried that’s still the case) there’s an absurd amount of new and established names abusing eardrums and drum machines this year: the hair-raising shrieks of Pharmakon, blackened minimal wave from Shadowlust, Death Grips’ cacophonously captivating hip-hop, Gesaffelstein’s club-friendly EBM bangers, Oake’s techno-influenced experimental folk…all aesthetically and sonically diverse, yet they’d all fit perfectly together if played at a really good night (hint hint, party promoters).
On a less abrasive tip, Julianna Barwick, CocoRosie and Julia Holter all released sublimely lovely new LPs, while mixtapes from Kelela, A$AP Ferg, Bodega B.A.M.Z., Le1f, Yung Simmie, Lil Ugly Mane and SpaceGhostPurrp have kept my feet and arms moving. On top of that, there’s an enormous amount of releases that I’m sure I’ll love once I find the time to really listen to them; it’s entirely possible that I’ll find my favorite release of 2013 sometime next summer. But as far as things that have been filling my eyes and ears, the lists below more or less cover the most frequent visitors.
My mix for Noisey is now available to download and share. This is what the perfect club experience sounds like to me. _________________________________________
William Cornysh - Woefully Arrayed Ciara x Vissacoor - Body Party At The Vissacoor Morgue (Total Freedom Edit) Jam City - Bells M.I.A. - Yala (MikeQ Edit) Ron Morelli - Crack Microbes Chants - Don’t Miss U (Madden’s Turnt Up Ded Remix) Trust - Sulk (Pictureplane Remix) Crystal Castles - Kerosene (Valy Mo Remix) 4Bidden - Depths of Tartaros PVDV - No Love Lustmord - Chorazin Kerridge - From The Shadows That Melt Flesh III Oake - Toturden Giit Chreteen Dwe (Exclusive) Death In June - Punishment Initiation VS//Youthclub - Infinity (Funerals Remix) Fad Gadget - Lady Shave (+-) - Nimrod Glacier (Funerals Remix) Little Nemo - City Lights Heartsrevolution - $ex (Deathface Remix) Vessel - Misery Is A Communicable Disease Kendrick Lamar - BDKMV (Madden Remix) Drake - Own It (Uniique Remix) Neuport - FMF (Exclusive) Drvgs - Miss You Saint & G-Buck - Mata Hari Gatekeeper - Hanseatic Zebra Katz - W2TDS Death Grips - Anne Bonny 3 Teeth - Pearls To Swine (Mr. Skeleton Remix) (Exclusive) Lisa Hyper - Money Don’t Sleep (Rizzla & Blk.Adonis Remix) Nguzunguzu - Work Bytch (A$AP Ferg & Tim Dolla edit, I cut out the Britney part) Whitehouse - Why You Never Became A Dancer Sickboy - Tweencore 5 Ulterior - Locus Of Control (Godmode Remix) Burial Hex - Final Love (Feral Love Dub) Len - Steal My Sunshine The Birthday Party - Death By Drowning Leonard Cohen - Ring The Bell That Still Rings (Excerpt)
You might as well refer to your music as “sound-based”. Using 808s in your music makes it dark now. If the power goes out at night, your room will be dark and you’ll have to light a candle, and you can take a photo and put it on Instagram in a way that references Lil B, the rapper with emotions. Spelling ‘dark’ as ‘DRK’ is dark because it implies that vowels no longer exist and that the languages we speak are decaying. Will.i.am produced the new Britney Spears album and I had to turn it off and throw it away. The company that makes RealDolls is named Abyss Creations. This world is dying and corrupted and I’m gesticulating wildly to Waka Flocka in an empty airport terminal.
Features an exclusive track from Deathface feat. Pictureplane.
Tracklist: O Holy Nite Prurient – Memory Repeating Foetus – The Only Good Christian HTRK – Poison (Mika Vainio Remix) Violet Poison – Voices From The Hell William Byrd – Mass For Five Voices Lauren Bousfield – Ascending Hands Noveller – No Dreams Militia – Libercana Anarkista Kolonio Hototogisu – Hellebore Cocteau Twins – Dear Heart Lustmord – Chorazin Julianna Barwick – The Harbinger/White Flag Married In Berdichev – Close To Home, Bells Are Ringing Christina Carter – Aging/Death Virile Games – Plague Saints II Nico – It Has Not Taken Long Haus Arafna – What You Said Current 93 – The Mystical Body of Christ in Chorazaim (The Great in the Small) Dracula Lewis – Permafrost Patsy Cline – Always Creep – Vertigo/Vertigo (Ludwig Opium Den Edit) Deathface – Cold Heaven feat. Pictureplane Jhene Aiko – From Time (Total Freedom Chop) Alberich – Virgins Xela – Of The Light And Of The Stars Little Drummer Boy
Purifying oneself, body and mind, is one of the oldest rituals mankind has developed to make himself feel more comfortable in a world where, despite what he might think, he has very little real control. That mankind sits atop the highest pedestal of creation is braggadocio that we as a species have never quite been able to let go of through the years, despite increasing evidence to the contrary. Any sort of real observation of the decaying world around us—a world we’re destroying more every day, though this is merely one product of our existence that we choose to drape illusion over—should realistically make waking life a horror. Better, then, some would argue, that we find ways to exist despite the ephemeral clutter of our existence. There are all sorts of things we do to mentally and emotionally get a better handle on our reality; as the highest of creation, we surely don’t lack in creativity.
On those occasions where an individual has taken the notion to augment their lives with the worship of a higher power (though this, too, takes place inside the skin of the person, again mentally confirming our place as the pinnacle) the intrinsic guilt of humanity—the oft-accompanying notion of soul-deep uncleanliness—requires that one make themselves “pure” before conversing with their universal better in an effort to absolve themselves, make sense of the world around them, or just erase some of the loneliness that comes with mankind’s unique mindset. Existence is only bearable for many if they can pretend to be something that they are not.
This is Eternity. All times converge here, from the dawn of suffering to the final breath of the Word. No sunrise marks the days, for there are no days here, nor nights. Nobody to hear your cries. Nobody to retweet you. An impenetrable wall of blackened, gnarled trees is the only sign of life (if such a word can be applied to these tangled wretches) in this sector, the souls of those who committed suicide transformed in a delightfully cheeky way symbolizing, I don’t know, laurel leaves or whatever the fuck Dante was into.
Near the outskirts of this corpse copse, the tree that was once called Ian Curtis shivers as a wave of newly remastered copies of Closerare released with several hours worth of material dredged from the void by industry necromancers. Each moment he suffers, unable to escape or find relief as yet another tween reblogs the cover of Unknown Pleasures photoshopped onto Brooke Candy’s face. In the rough animapathy that passes for language amongst the Damned, a near-identical tree formed from the ashes of Tupac Shakur whispers, “You get used to it.”