Nite Trax

Nite Trax: The Glass

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By Marke B.

You may be worn out by indie dance acts that have “glass” in their name — as well as those with “crystal,” “soundsystem,” and any kind of cute furry animal — but the UK’s The Glass have just released a summer anthem, about dancing outside in summer, that deserves to be as big as I hope it will be. The video is bananas good as well.

The Glass, “Wanna Be Dancin'”

Could that buried “It Takes Two” sample in the chorus be any more delicious? There’s a killer mix of this track by one of my favorite, unfortunately overlooked, bands of 2k8, Clubfeetavailable at Beatport. I recommend downloading it and blissing out in the park, toute suite

Nite Trax: The Field

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By Johnny Ray Huston

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Axel Willner of the Field borrows with the insightful and transformative intent of a master curator. On the title track finale of the Field’s almost unanimously acclaimed From Here We Go Sublime (Kompakt, 2007), that means tapping into the Flamingos’ 1959 "I Only Have Eyes for You." Kenneth Anger exploited that recording’s deeply unsettling quality in the 1972 version of his Rabbit’s Moon, paving the way for a dozen or more David Lynch imitations of such a tactic. Willner’s trick was to distill the spectral eeriness of the recording into pure essence.

The Field, “Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometime”

On the new Yesterday and Today (ANTI-/Kompakt), Willner’s something-borrowed gambit is a cover of the Korgis’ glacial 1980 ballad "Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometime." On the surface level of trend, this is almost a stale move: Justice recently incorporated the Korgis’ original into a mix, and Beck also has recorded a version. But Willner’s interpretation is far superior. It is both minimalist and majestic. Here the sublime resides in what Willner leaves out: the chorus. In place of words, he piles layer upon layer of his trademark ghostly hums and drones so that a sonic cave becomes a cathedral. It’s gorgeous.

Marke B chimes in: And check out this abso-brill recent collab between my favorite band of 2008, Foals, and Mr. Field-good. Rumor is more to come with the release of Foals’ second album this year …

The Field, “Foals Xiii (Foals Remix)”

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Nite Trax: Jamie Jones

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By Marke B., who thinks very highly of his ears, if not his latest dance moves. But he’ll keep trying. View the previous Nite Trax here.

There are currently three Jamie Joneses in the music world. Two of them are kind of cute — but I’d never ever listen to them again. As fate would usually have it, the REALLY cute one is the one who’s turning me out lately, and has just produced what may well be the summer 09 jam, if I was lame enough to predict such things. Ladies and gentlemen and ladies, the only Jamie Jones that counts:

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But I’m really only interested in his music.

The song is “You!” — an eight-plus minute slice of loveliness, what I would perhaps call subtle tech-soul, that blends a couple grin-worthy retro effects with some serious mixing-board control (loving the dribble-dabs of tinkling percussion). Everything falls into the right place and climbs above genre-tiredness into a burnished place all its own.

Nite Trax: White Warp bleep

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Wherein Marke B. does go on about dance music past and present. View the previous Nite Trax here.

In the current issue of the Guardian, I have a little devilish fun with white labels and tell a few possibly apocryphal tales of foundational electronic music label Warp Records‘ genesis. Before I multimedially augment that article a bit, here’s a spectral white label that really calls up the toe-tingling ghost of the unknown in my third ear:

Reese, “Power Bass”

The 1990 white label rumbler above, whose B-side apparently played inside out, was produced by Detroit techno god Kevin “Master Reese” Saunderson — he later released it under his E-Dancer guise. (When I hung with Kevin at last year’s Detroit Electronic Music Festival, I believe he was drinking Black Label, however.)

My own former prize possession white label turned out to be “The Green Man” by Shut Up and Dance that I snagged from Detroit’s amazing Buy Rite Records in ’round 1991– somehow an unlabelled test press had found it’s way from London and into my bin. Below is a vid of a promo copy version. Warning: Never, ever, let go of your records. I could retire a bit if I had this slice of vinyl on me now ….

Shut Up and Dance, “The Green Man”

Thank you, magic of youtube. OK, then … Warp Records. It’s their 20th this year, and in a typically nifty yet slightly desperation-whiffy marketing gimmick, you can vote online for your favorite Warp tracks to be included in their forthcoming anniversary comp.

Nite Trax: Kush Arora’s ‘Dread Bass Chronicles’

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By Marke B.

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I’ve been living with SF dub stalwart Kush Arora‘s new release Dread Bass Chronicles in my headphones for a week now — partly out of addiction to its golden production and throbbing bass (this shit will truly bang the dancefloor), but also because it’s given me a lot to think about. Kush is part of the Surya Dub collective, which has become a Bay classic by melding bhangra raveups with dupstep wigouts at its monthly parties at Club Six. A couple years ago, Surya started throwing around the phrase “dread bass” to describe its direction — more aggressive, more dancehall-oriented, less electronically psychedelic than other “worldly dubstep” nights — and here we have the most definitive statement of dread bass to date. (OK, OK, dread bass was also a miniature jungle movement in the early ’90s, but nevermind that.)

Suitably, that statement comes from Surya’s most audio-aggressive member, who claims death metal and punk among his early influences, and who told the Guardian‘s Tomas Palermo last year that he believes his family’s roots in the often-volatile Punjab region between India and Pakistan breathe through his music. “That’s why I like bhangra. It has an element of aggression and sadness,” he said.

In this, Kush’s seventh release, however, most bhangra references are almost completely subsumed into ornate background decorations to the 11 tracks’ insistently energetic thudding and boasting. Yes, there are some bubbling tablas and burbling, looped flutes — but it’s Kush’s other Bay nightlife association, with Sunday night dub and dancehall mainstay Dub Mission, that’s more telling here.

Nite Trax: Pangaea

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By Marke B.

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Pangaea, younger than the Pleistocene

I’ve already freaked out to the atmospheric dubstep track “Maybes” by Mount Kimbie, and now comes along this just as lovely underground hit by London’s Pangaea, “Memories” — as remixed by Aaron Jerome, via Shook:

Sampling Gladys Knight, of course, is one of the easier ways for an earworm to burrow into my frozen heart.

Alas, though it’s on every respecting dubstep DJs playlist, “Memories” probably won’t be released singularly — groove to it, and his too brief mix for Mary Anne Hobbs’ Experimental Showcase at his MySpace.

I think that along with “Tea Leaf Dancers” by Flying Lotus — was anyone else at his amazing show at Mighty last weekend? I told you FlyLo was the smilingest DJ ever — well, we’ve got the beginnings of a lovely ambient dubstep mixtape on our hands ….

Nite Trax: The Jeff Mills mix that made me live in 2008

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I’m a-freezing my hanukkah latkes off in Detroit right now (-10 wind chill), so maybe it’s appropriate, among the blizzard of end-of-year lists, that I pop in my hot mix of the year. All 45 Ghostworld conga-line minutes of Detroit wizard Jeff Mills’ triple-table symphonic techno tour de force, “The Exhibitionist.”

Before the techno purists claw my ears out, yes this mix came out in late 2k7 — but I’m on drag time. (I also grew up listening to Jeff as the Wizard, with the Memorexes to prove it, so I can name him king of any damn year I want.)

What really got me about this mind-blowing performance (the sleeve clean at 17:20 made me burst into tears) was how Mills tweaked the massive global rhythms that have always existed subconsciously below fine techno’s surface to come up with the kind of polyrhythmy that dubstep can only achieve at its best. Kinda space samba-y.

Not that it’s a competition — and I was addicted to more dubstep mixes this year than I can count — but I’m a technoist at heart, and this mix really said something I’ve been trying to say for years: that machine music possesses a global soul. I will eternally worship the person who transcribes this for the New York Philharmonic. Or whips out the entire set at Carnaval.

BONUS: Some SF-made mixes I loved this past year:

Lazer Sword: Future Blaps

Kontrol: XLR8R techno tear-up

Richie Panic: An Amazing Lifelike Companion

Public: all mixes (esp. Metallica)