The synth funk flows strong throughout this locked-groove journey into the creamy middle of danceable hiphop beats. The skweee classics peppered in for good measure run seamlessly alongside some fresh cuts from the new Astro Nautico compilation Atlantics Vol. 3 and One Eye Wide records’ excellent Fragments Vol. 1.
On 4/20 the Elevator monthly hosts the mysterious Montreal party DJ duo Chickenboy2k6 (a.k.a HGLDT) and DJ Wafflehaus (a.k.a HESK). Both will also be playing solo sets. Expect bass. Facebook event.
14 tracks of synth-squeezing wizardry smashed out inna dancehall style. Watch ya!
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Fitzroy North – AM Pear / White Paint (Tiburoni)
Moresounds – Breath Control EP (Cosmic Bridge)
Mr Oizo – Stade 3 (Self Released)
Yöt – Bitch Bender (Raha & Tunteet)
Lakritze – FCKN BRLN (Saturate!)
ARP 101 x Elliott Yorke – Fluro Black (Donky Pitch)
Duke Slammer – Spandex / VHS Distress (Bonus Round)
Motëm – Psychos (Gebbz Steelo)
Daphni – Jiaolong (Jiaolong)
Randy Barracuda – Random Works of Randy Barracuda Vol. II (Losonofono)
I don’t have time to dally on this post. Thanks to my new intelligent telephone I can now report my findings while in the field, and I am currently caught in a rather nasty spatial shearing storm off the 764th layer of the Plane of Infinite Scissors. The standard dimensions of physical objects around me are being stretched and sliced at an alarming rate, but fortunately my ship is well shielded and has kickass Wi-Fi.
Firstly, I’d like to share with you a most interesting find I came across while navigating the Inner Plane of Thoughts About Julienned Items, which is a universe entirely made up of everyday objects chopped into thin strips through the power of one’s thoughts. One can access this area by simply consuming a large quantity of fries / chips and then attempting to play Liberace’s Bumble Boogie backwards on the piano. It is one of the rare planes that does not require a sophisticated interdimensional vessel to access. Within this dimension the following appeared to me:
The next stop on my recent journey was a typically dark and cold dimension, rife with perils ranging from ethereal pyroclasms to ravenous wolf-shaped golems constructed out of coloured light. Time was severely dilated in this zone, which incidentally had no known name so I dubbed it the Realm of Syzygous Diffraction (from the peculiar behaviour of light beams in its space -a phenomenon I will have to study more in depth at a later date). After some uneventful experiments, I happened to release a cartridge of aged ambergris into the void. This caused a most interesting sonic manifestation, captured below:
Satisfied with my findings in this inhospitable plane, I hastened to unfurl the dimensional sails on the Gloryhallastoopid and set course for the uncharted Brane of Liquid Lattices, within which is contained the Demiplane of Soup. This was a rather pleasant place rich in all manner of breathable atmospheric broth, from thin aromatic stews to heavily creamed potages. The ship’s sonic traps managed to collect the following signatures, compiled for your perusal:
As the creaminess of the soupy atmosphere increased in density, the surrounding space eventually crystallized into discrete bowls of soup, then slowly transmogrified into frozen creamy desserts not unlike sundaes. Drizzles of fruity, candy-like liquid began to appear out of nothing, coating everything in a sweet multicoloured veneer. It dawned on me at that moment that we had entered the fabled Quasi-elemental Plane of Syrup, which yielded a bountiful aural harvest:
Following a most unusual vein of syrupy tincture that I likened to elderberry extract mixed with the fumes of a burnt orchid, I happened quite by chance on a splintered pocket dimension tenuously linked to the Great Plane of Feral Titans and Titanesses. Curious about this small offshoot of that legendary universe, I ventured squarely into its nexus to discover a delightful zone of layered mousse trees and tiny horses made of lightning. All the while, this was playing throughout the space:
Finally, in order to avoid getting sucked into the Great Plane itself, I had to engage the dimensional excision drive and punch a hole straight out of the pocket plane and into the Wheel of Astral Crosswinds, which spat me out dangerously close to the heart of the Plane of Infinite Scissors. While I managed to escape its pull unscathed, the long range vibrational collectors pieced together this transmission, which is most interesting:
Until next quarter!
-SMFM
