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The irrepressible spirit of Munchi

For the last year, Rotterdam’s Munchi has a been a breath of fresh air in the electronic music scene. Highly prolific with boundless creativity, the 21-year old seamlessly molds moombahton, Baltimore club and countless other genres into his trademark sound.

Last month, Munchi had a seizure caused by an intracerebral hemorrhage, despite no prior condition. He spent 9 hours in a coma and 11 days in the hospital recovering. Without US medical insurance, expensive medication or a way back to Rotterdam, his situation looked dire. Thankfully, friends DJ Ayres, Tittsworth and Dave Nada rose to the occasion, matching donations to help Munchi’s cause. They’ve helped raise over $5,000 in just three days, but anyone who has dealt with out-of-pocket medical costs knows that there is much work to be done. Take this opportunity to give today.

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In true Munchi style, the producer was working on beats as soon as he woke up from the coma. His recently posted material is as vibrant as ever, from the moombahsoul of “Calor” to the Bmore-infused remix of “Carnival Madness.” His remix of Nguzunguzu’s “Unfold” adds juke to his ever-evolving bag of tricks, and the track is simply massive.



As if that wasn’t enough, the Crookers have released their version of Munchi’s “Murda Sound” for free to help raise awareness around the fundraising drive.

Moombahton continues to grow thanks to a supportive, collaborative community. It’s great to see so many people come together for something bigger than the music.

DC's indie rock weekend

Spring concert season is upon us, and DC hosts four fantastic shows this weekend, full of up-and-coming talent.

  • Thursday: Nightmare pop specialists Esben and the Witch take the stage at the recently-renovated Red Palace, along with noise-pop collagist Wise Blood and DC’s own Last Tides. The Red Palace stage is an upgrade over that of the old Black and Red; let’s see if the sound system can handle the shoegaze explosion.
  • Friday: Smith Westerns bring some Pitchfork-approved garage-rock to the Rock and Roll Hotel, supported by Unknown Mortal Orchestra and The Tennis System (who are playing their last show in DC before heading to LA). This one is sold-out.
  • Saturday: This Positive Force DC show harks back to DC’s hardcore days with a loaded line-up that features Paint It Black, Screaming Females, Punch, Coke Bust, Slingshot Dakota, and Give. The Verge featurees Screaming Females are the highlight; Marisa Paternoster and friends always bring it.
  • Sunday: The Dum Dum Girls keep improving their lo-fi, surf rock wall of sound, which they bring to the Black Cat with Minks and Dirty Beaches. The latest Dum Dum EP, He Gets Me High, is their strongest effort yet, including a powerful cover of a Smiths’ classic.

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The Verge: Clare Maguire

The number of female singer-songwriters hailing from the UK during the last few years is exhaustive. Adele, Duffy, Ellie Goulding, Florence and the Machine, La Roux, Little Boots, Marina and the Dimaonds, VV Brown, and, recently, Jessie J have all been lavished with praise and marked as the Next Big Thing (on this blog and elsewhere). Their success in breaking out has varied; Florence Welch’s profile keeps rising while Victoria “Little Boots” Hesketh’s is practically non-existent.

So, what makes the newest member of this UK girl’s club, Clare Maguire, any different?

For the 23-year-old from Birmingham, it all comes down to her voice. Maguire powers her songs with a rich contralto; the closest comparisons are to Stevie Nicks and Ann Wilson. Not that her contemporaries aren’t gifted with similarly beautiful voices, but there’s a strong, unique character to Maguire’s voice that puts her in a different class.

On her debut album, Light After Dark, her voice is the main attraction; unfortunately, the album is often plagued by over-the-top productions that distract from it. The songs are reminiscent of the alternative dance pop mastered by artists like Annie Lennox and Imogen Heap. Heavy doses of orchestral strings and shimmering synths waft through the compositions, none of which linger for longer than four minutes.

For her singles, she has handed remix duties to electronic music luminaries. Rather than the classic “dance remix” that would usually befall such an artist, these producers have opted to strip away the excess of the originals and focus on Maguire’s voice. It’s similar to the rash of La Roux remixes that highlighted Elly Jackson’s melodies rather than Ben Langmaid’s tiny, metallic instrumentals. Breakage’s luvstep approved remix of “Ain’t Nobody” and Chase and Status’ harp-backed, garage take on “The Last Dance” are both stronger than their counterparts. In a sharp nod to this fact, Maguire has released official videos for both versions.

Along with Light After Dark, Maguire has collaborated with other UK notables. Again pairing up with Chase and Status, she carries the duo’s “Midnight Caller,” one of the more restrained songs on No More Idols. She also appears on Mike Skinner’s The Streets sign-off “Lock the Locks.” It remains to be seen whether or not she will be relegated to singing hooks, or if she can be paired with producers that don’t try to compete with her voice. It’s a battle they’re bound to lose. Either way, this is just the beginning from yet another example of the UK’s embarrassment of riches when it comes to singer-songwriters.

Album Review: Lykke Li – Wounded Rhymes

The titles of Lykke Li’s two albums have been instructive. 2008’s Youth Novel played out like a 22-year old’s first attempt at capturing life, love and loss on the page; as she beckoned on “Melodies & Desires,” “Come a little closer / Take a look at me / This light is so obvious / I want you to see.” Her sophomore effort, Wounded Rhymes, is informed by the last three years, years that have an out-sized effect on development, both personally and artistically. She admitted as much to Pitchfork:

“I dove into the craziness and did things that maybe I would think twice about when I get older. And I’m a really restless person; I’m tired of the way I sounded or looked yesterday. So it’s hard to hang onto this image of me as this young Swedish female in this world.”

Wounded Rhymes confronts that uncertainty and restlessness head on. It is more vibrant and less reserved than the bedroom pop of Youth Novel. If Youth Novel was winter, Wounded Rhymes is spring.

The urgency of the album is immediate, as the grimy, sneering “Youth Knows No Pain” kicks off the album. “Get Some” combines bouncy “Lust for Life” drums and the electroshock hum of a guitar, as Li drops lyrics that stoke the flames of a gender war: “Like the shotgun / needs an outcome / I’m your prostitute / you gon’ get some.”

“I Follow Rivers” and “Love Out Lust” are complementary, with the latter a more romantic take on the theme of free-spirited devotion. “Love Out of Lust” is a sweeping love song: “we can cross rivers with our will / we can do better than I can.” On the other hand, “I Follow Rivers” is richly layered and powerful, with hints of electric piano, horns, and exotic instruments reminiscent of those on Youth Novel.

While most of the album is more overwhelming than anything on Youth Novel, Li also tinkers with restrained, country-western ballads, in the style of the Everly Brothers and Roy Orbison. “Sadness is a Blessing” and “Unrequited Love” recall “My” and “Hanging High” off her previous record, with their airy melodies and familiar sounds.

For Lykke Li, much has changed in the last three years. She deals with the fame and notoriety on “Rich Kid Blues,” sauntering through the lyrics like Grace Slick over some Jefferson Airplanesque psychedelics. Throughout the album, the lyrics aren’t as precious as before, and her voice is more self-assured. It’s a welcome change for detractors who found Youth Novel too twee. But despite changes in the formula, Lykke Li maintains her sound, not getting lost in denser productions (a charge easily leveled at contemporary Adele). At this pace, no one knows what Lykke Li will sound like in three years, including Lykke Li herself. And that’s a good thing.

The Verge: Esben and the Witch

Esben and the Witch takes its name from a Danish fairy tale. In the story, Esben is the runt of twelve brothers that set out to seek their fortunes. Though neglected and abused, Esben manages to outsmart a witch and a king, saving his brothers’ lives; he becomes a hero in the process. Like most pre-Disney fairy tales, there is a darkness that taints the seemingly innocent children’s story. In the case of Esben and the Witch, there is enough throat-slitting, child-roasting, and king-hanging to keep kids up at night.

Fittingly, the style of the Brighton three-piece, which draws from post-punk and shoegaze, has been described as “nightmare pop.” Esben and the Witch give a Gothic feel to the nuanced pop stylings of contemporaries The XX; the band’s aesthetic and two-guys-and-a-girl composition will no doubt lead to comparisons, as well. On the strength of their 33 EP and single “Lucia, At The Precipice,” (along with early love from the UK music media) the band landed a deal with indie powerhouse Matador Records.

“Lucia, At The Precipe” is a harbinger of the music on their Matador debut, Violet Cries. Rachel Davies’ breathy vocals are the focal point, as Daniel Copeman and Thomas Fisher build walls of shadows with their creepy instrumentals (Davies also contributes, on bass and percussion).

Many songs on the album follow the same pattern: Davies’ restrained singing over an ethereal soundscape of swirling piano and guitar, before cascading drums crash overhead. Songs like “Swans,” “Marine Fields Glow” and “Eumenides” are more ambient and spaced-out than the electronic-tinged “Hexagon IV,” “Chorea,” and “Warpath.” Standout track “Light Streams” sounds like a lo-fi, down-tempo song by Florence and the Machine. But whether pensive or chaotic, the band nails their sound tighter than a lid on a coffin.

A simple, repetitive drum beat is the engine that drives “Marching Song,” the lead single on Violet Cries. The lyrics are like a Gothic take on the “Charge of the Light Brigade,” and the video capitalizes on the brutal, visceral imagery contained within.

Grave rave looks to be the sound of 2011, as Verge featurees like Creep and True Womanhood flirt with darkness. The nightmare pop of Esben and the Witch is a welcome addition to the genre at-large.

Esben and the Witch, Wise Blood, and Last Tide play DC’s Red Palace next Thursday, March 3.

Future Grooves: Flinch

The dubstep genre is always evolving. On one end of the spectrum is the emotional, mellow sounds identified by Flufftronix and Dirty South Joe on their Luvstep mixes. On the other end is the preponderance of heavy, aggressive sounds known dismissively as “brostep.”

Brostep is a derisive nod to the bro-heavy audience that yearns for non-stop, facemelting, power-tool beats. Rusko, whose popularity and dalliance with harder sounds contributed to its development, has even apologized for brostep. To put it crudely, the pissing contest of producers and DJs crafting the most brutal beats possible cannot hold.

But what of the wobble? Who can carry the torch of hard-edged dubstep without falling into the silliness of brostep? Enter Flinch.

Adam “Flinch” Glassco is an electronic music veteran, crafting bass heavy music for over a decade. Like many of his peers, he started in the drum-and-bass world before slowing things down with dubstep.

The Trouble and Bass associate (who headlines U Hall’s monthly T&B party tomorrow night) is a master of dubstep that is as melodic as it is aggressive. The label’s eleventh edition of its Heavy Bass Champions of the World series featured one of the hottest bass bangers in recent memory, “Hiero.” I once described the track as “throwback jungle breaks [and] a bass blast that hits like an 18-wheeler;” I stand by that.

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Flinch and frequent collaborator 12th Planet have found remarkable success on remixes like Jinder’s “Youth Blood” and Dave Nada’s “Apocalypse Theme,” tracks that sit at opposite ends of the dubstep spectrum. The latter is especially notable for finding a way to make the Apocalypse even more foreboding than Nada did on the original.

There is a fight for the soul of dubstep. Luckily, there is a way for bass to survive without being reduced to the demands of the lowest common denominator. For fans of the occasional fist-pumping wobble, Flinch ably answers the call of “Hiero” to “take me higher and higher.”

Bonus: stream Flinch’s Smashcast mix for Trouble and Bass.

Gaga, Rihanna, and Kanye: Homages or rip-offs?

Three of the biggest names in pop music have recently caught flak for releasing work that borrows heavily from other sources. Also known as homage, reference, or to anyone familiar with Vanilla Ice’s “dun dun dun, dun-dun-dun duh,” sampling. But instead of appraising the value of these cultural nods, the artists are being vilified (or sued) as rip-off artists.

Lady Gaga’s record-breaking single “Born This Way,” Rihanna’s video for “S&M,” and Kanye West’s video for “All of the Lights” all borrow heavily from other sources, way past the point of accidental, spontaneous creation. So what’s the big deal?

“Born This Way” is an update of Madonna’s 1989 hit “Express Yourself,” both musically and lyrically. Lady Gaga admitted the similarity, and claimed support from Madge, in an interview with Jay Leno (which I won’t link to, because it’s Leno). It’s not surprising in the least: Madonna is Gaga’s inspiration, from her confrontational sexuality to her dance pop sensibilities. Refreshing “Express Yourself,” for an audience born after the original was released, in the age of It Gets Better, harms no one. Pop music is nothing if not cyclical; this is just a little on the nose. From the woman who gave us “Disco Stick,” we have come to expect nothing less: guilty pleasure that flaunts the obvious.

Obvious in a different way is Rihanna’s “S&M” video, which has been banned in 11 countries (and counting!) for its sexually suggestive content.

The case for rip-off is presented by photographer David LaChapelle in the form of a lawsuit. Oh No They Didn’t provides the case visually. Whatever happened to fair use? Clearly, Rihanna (or more specifically, the team behind the video) were inspired by LaChapelle’s work. Much like LaChapelle borrowed from Maplethorpe, ad infinitum. It’s not like Rihanna commissioned LaChapelle for video concepts, dismissed him, and used his work anyway. She borrowed imagery, set it to her music, and released it as video. Copyright law is supposed to encourage creativity, not stifle it. If anything, get on Rihanna’s case about the songs lyrics – but leave the video alone.

Kanye’s case is the latest to cause an uproar. The cultural curator of our time is being accused of stealing the style of credits used in Gaspar Noe’s Enter the Void. Yes, it’s come to this: stolen credit sequences! Once again, the appropriation is obvious. But where is the harm? Kanye’s latest record received perfect scores from Pitchfork and Rolling Stone. Enter the Void was an art-house thriller crafted by an indie provocateur. At the very least, the (online) furor will result in a few more Netflix hits for Enter the Void and a few more fans for Noe.

In all of these examples, the work is clearly intended as homage: reverence to a respected artist. Yet most of the coverage of these cases takes the tone of “gotcha” journalism, as if Gaga, Rihanna, and Kanye were trying to pull a fast one over an unwitting public, building a profit on the backs of unknown artists. From the artists that referenced “Don’t Turn Around,” Numa Numa, and Daft Punk, respectively and notably, this seems unlikely. As the last three decades of hip hop infused culture have proven, sampling furthers the creative conversation. It doesn’t end it. And with that, I’m off to listen to “Under Pressure.”

"I'm New Here" versus "We're New Here"

Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie XX couldn’t be any more different, as artists and as people. Scott-Heron is an iconoclastic poet, considered by many to be the Godfather of Rap. The 61-year old is well-worn after a life plagued by drug use, jail time, and HIV. Still, the man who gave us “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” and the “Message to the Messengers” looms large, even after a 16 year absence from music (and life as we know it). Jamie XX (nee Smith), on the other hand, is the unlikely breakout star from an unlikely breakout group, The XX. The MPC manipulator is emerging as an artist to watch on the electronic music landscape: a man with his whole life and career ahead of him.

Last year, Scott-Heron returned to music with I’m New Here, produced by XL Records head Richard Russell. This week sees the release of We’re New Here, a remixed and re-imagined version of that album with Jamie XX behind the boards. The two artists collaborated by way of handwritten notes, not in the studio – an illustration of the metaphorical distance between the two. While the two albums are not a one-to-one translation (some songs on We’re New Here are based on outtakes from the original), the majority lines up nicely. So, how do they compare?

Song Breakdown Verdict
I’m New Here The blues-folk guitar on the titular record better captures the redemptive nature of the Smog original. On his effort, Smith pitchshifts Gloria Gaynor, replacing GSH’s sweetly sung chorus. We’re…
Your Soul and Mine The grimy, pulsing tones of the original better match the darkness of the lyrics. Smith’s version reduces “wilderness of heartbreak and a desert of despair” to a ghostly sample behind a wall of UK funky. I’m…
I’ll Take Care of You The original, a jazzy, piano-driven cover of Van Morrison, is fueled by Scott-Heron, broken voice and all. It’s a song that exists at the confluence of pain, love and devotion. The new version is a deep house jam with guitar riffs right out of an XX song, which gets points for its originality. We’re…
New York is Killing Me The much-hyped version from Jamie XX utilizes surging dubstep beats and broken vocal samples as a backdrop for the pleas of the forlorn narrator. The original relied on a Neptunesque click-clack-track, crafting a modern spirtual about North-South migration. We’re…
Running Jamie’s take upgrades the original’s minimal beat with the full-on, Hudson Mohawke-like aqua crunk treatment. We’re…
The Crutch The new version is overwhelmed by glitchy beats and synths that – while fine on their own – distract from the vocals. Ironically, the additional elements act as a crutch for a song that doesn’t need one. I’m…
Home / Coming from a broken home This is bit of Apples v. Oranges, but the “Flashing Lights”-sampling songs that bookend I’m New Here are the most poignant and personal of the album. Rather than attack those, Smith revisits “Home is where the hatred is,” turf mined more successfully on Kanye’s Late Registration. I’m…

While We’re New Here may win on points, it’s a split decision in the end. The records are symbiotic: at this point, there could not be one without the other. The first was an ironic statement from a prodigal giant; the second a clarion call from a bright new talent. Either way, this much is certain: while one is returning from exile and the other is insurgent, these are both artists with revolution in mind.

Album Review: Radiohead – The King of Limbs

Commentary about Radiohead’s unique distribution model has surpassed discussion of their music for some time now. After the pay-what-you-want (followed by pay-a-lot-for-extras) model they utilized on 2007’s In Rainbows, the band again surprised the music world by going from announcement to release in just five days on their their newest record, The King of Limbs. Today, it debuted digitally (a day early), while the physical and deluxe “newspaper album” versions will follow in March and May, respectively. But enough about that.

The King of Limbs builds on the atmospheric ambiance of Kid A and In Rainbows, putting the band’s early grunge sound even further in the rear view. There’s not even anything approaching the rough-edged rock of In Rainbow’s “Bodysnatchers.” Instead, Radiohead embraces Thom Yorke’s solo work and collaboration with beatmaker Flying Lotus, crafting an album that is sober and melancholy. It’s their most cerebral work yet.

Like a flower in spring, the album opens with “Bloom.” The cascading garage beat gives way to a jazz feel: muted bass, echoing guitar and orchestral strings that swell as if they’re an extension of Yorke’s voice. After “Bloom,” the album reveals a trifecta of twitchy, cacophonous bliss. On “Morning Mr Magpie,” Yorke coos “you’ve got some nerve / coming here / you stole it all / give it back” as the instrumental loops double back on themselves. The title of “Little By Little” describes how it progresses, as the electronic sharpness of programmed drums juxtaposes Yorke’s falsetto: “I’m such a tease and you’re such a flirt.” “Feral” is the most experimental of the three, surging but never quite breaking through.

The first single, “Lotus Flower,” harks back to the immediacy of “Reckoner.” The lyrics seem to describe the mood of the album and the band’s own subversive approach to music: “I will sneak myself into your pocket… We will sink and be quiet as mice / While the cat is away and do what we want.” Once again, Yorke’s lilting falsetto provides a romantic edge to an otherwise cold tune. In a new turn, the video features him doing an impression of Marcel Marceau during a seizure.

Except for a heartbeat bass drum, “Codex” is exceedingly simple, driven only by piano chords and vocals, until mournful horns enter, dueting with Yorke. The lyrics focus on innocence, while the line “jump off the edge / into a clear lake” make this the 21st century version of the band’s suicide-anthem “Creep.” “Give up the ghost” is an adjoiner to both “Bloom” and “Codex,” with it’s nature’s symphony sound effects and hollow-body acoustic guitar.

The album closes with “Separator,” which features Phil Selway’s punchiest drum line and guitar trills and fills right out of the Zeppelin song book. Its “wake me up” refrain is an appropriate close for a dreamy album that never gets out of bed. On The King of Limbs, Radiohead retreats under the covers and into half-dream, half-real world. Won’t you join them?

Future Grooves: Girl Unit

Once in a blue moon, a track will come along and capture the zeitgeist perfectly. For electronic music, the most recent example is “Wut” by London’s Girl Unit, which dropped last October on Night Slugs. The futuristic laser beam synths, tweaked out siren song sample, and massive 808 club rhythm of “Wut” are fast becoming the high watermark for dubstep-garage-funky hybrids.

The man behind “Wut,” Girl Unit, is 25-year old Phil Gamble. Like many of his peers, he started making beats as a teenager armed with Fruity Loops. He went by the name Girl U No It’s True, a tongue-in-cheek Milli Vanilli reference that he eventually shortened to his current moniker.

Starting with last April’s IRL EP, Girl Unit’s star has been steadily rising. “IRL” is a nasty little banger, combining the no-frills dubstep of Benga with the UK funky sound of his Night Slugs contemporaries. “Shade On” and “Temple Keys” were further dalliances with this hybrid sound; the jazzy keys on the latter a unique touch.

Following up IRL with the Wut EP, Girl Unit amped up the hip-hop and R&B influences considerably. “Every Time,” like “Wut,” relies on an unrecognizable diva loop, while “Showstoppa” has the big bass sweeps of a Rick Ross tune. The mid-tempo songs rock with a sexy swagger that is unrelenting and unforgiving. Throughout the EP, rat-a-tat drums evoke gangsterish drive-bys more than dancing in clubs.

In addition to his EPs, Girl Unit has remixed a few tunes with the same twisted approach he uses on his own material. His vinyl-only remix of Katy B’s “Lights On” is the best take on the track yet. His remix of C.R.S.T.’s “The Bells” strips away the funky house beat and feeds it syrup until it no longer resembles the original.

The usual suspects are onto Girl Unit, and you can’t blame them. His mixes for XLR8R, Fader, and Numbers show just how tight his control over his sound is.