More hawt psych-drone action! Raccccooooooooooooon is good. If you like Pocahaunted, you'll like this. Download: Mediafire
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More hawt psych-drone action! Raccccooooooooooooon is good. If you like Pocahaunted, you'll like this.
Another rekkid I picked up over the weekend, consisting of drone instrumental pieces, made up of Rhodes, guitars, violas, mallets, and dulcimers. If those instruments don't moisten up that vag, I'm not sure what is going to do it for you. On the real though, it's effin beautiful.
That sure as fuck isn't the album cover on the vinyl copy I just copped, but wtf ever.
I posted Alegranza! a while back, and recently stumbled upon this, Guincho's tour disc of pre-Alegranza material. For those who aren't up on it, Guincho is basically the South American version of Panda Bear. Get it NOW YEAH!
Scarface may be the most underappreciated rapper of all time. Without him, no southern rappers would have ever been given a chance. His story telling raps are as acute as any of Slick Rick's, his drug talk was always put into the risk-reward perspective, often dwelling more on the depression that stems from being conscious of ensuing damage than the glamour of rims and street fame, plus he has always had the knack, maybe moreso than anyone else, for picking the beats that fit his haunting voice perfectly. This is the only album that deserves the 5 mic status The Source gave it since Benzino took over. Kanye West (Blueprint 1 era) and the Neptunes do production here, fwiw.
Speaking of psych, White Magic are pretty righteous. It's of that new-weird america, esoteric, Crowley-inspired talk with vagrant acoustics.
The Grateful Dead are quite possibly the main reason I hated high school. The kids there were all gung ho about this band and they were all dicks to me, so I never gave them a shot. After hearing in different interviews how much Animal Collective loved the Dead, and watching the episode of Freaks and Geeks where the girl gets into American Beauty, I figured to give it a shot. It was okay, but not heavy rotation. Tried Workingman's Blues, to the same effect.
This is the mixtape pre-quel to the Untitled album that actually hit shelves. Pitchfork actually gave this a good write-up in their review of Untitled, saying that this was the inspired, hungry Nas that everyone expected to see on the toned down Def Jam release. Personally I liked Untitled, but yeah, this does trump that.
How in depth should I go here? I remember back to my days when I would DJ house parties on the local college campus during the height of Rawkus' run as the kings of underground hip-hop (Mos Def, BlackStar, Company Flow, et all), and being geeked when I heard the Rugged Man's song "Stanley Kubrick" from Soundbombing II (CLASSIC!). Riggu-Ruh, yo, feel that bassline, cat. Haha.
Been listening to 'nuff Mingus lately. Used to have a really hard time getting into jazz, until I realized that bands like Pocahaunted and Raccoo-ooo-oon are doing the same stuff with different instruments. The subtitle to this, 'Spontaneous Compositions and Improvisations,' probably doesn't give Mingus his due, as far as being a calculated musician goes. Like Sun Ra, Charles had a knack for being so good at writing jazz music that it seemed impossible to be anything other than "spontaneous." If you aren't, you had better recognize like it looks familiar.




This is the one I'm excited to bring to you. Shit I love the Beach Boys. I found some bootleg of the o.g. version of Smile on vinyl the other day, then this was re-issued, with way awesome extras. So Dennis was the drummer, the surfer, the player, the alcoholic, who very few thought any anything other than those qualities in him. Little did they know he would churn out on of the best post-Pet Sounds Beach Boys albums in their cannon. Dennis, who was also the member that was hanging out with Charles Manson for a short period before the Tate murder (and ripped off one of Manson's songs for 20/20, "Never Learn Not to Love", which is also known as "Cease To Exist"), was never classically trained on a piano, rather felt his way around, composing songs. This is the result. It's amazing; somewhere between Smiley Smile, White Album-era Beatles, Bee Gee's first record, a fusion of late 70's CTI and ECM jazz/pop records, with a small dash of Dark Side Of The Moon (you will undoubtedly say I misdiagnosed it, but whatever). Get it, listen. The second disc is chalk full of outtakes from his would-be second album, Bambu (not Bamboo).
Dude from Sunny Day Real Estate. This is from, iirc, a period in his life where he locked himself in a room for like a year or something to meditate or pray and try to figure stuff out. Supposedly it's about God, but in that underlying way which many artists choose to express themselves on that matter. His singing style travels from gentle to screeching - not in a super-emo (though partly emo) way, rather very melodic, with swift tempo changes over something between plain acoustic and Jon Brion-esque production. My guy at the record store considers this a top 3 all time album. 320 bit rate.

Self-Titled. Download: Mediafire
Another classic psych rock record from the dude that would later become glam rocker T.Rex. I posted about "My People Were Fair" a while back, and I sincerely hope you all got that, because it's one of my favorites of all time. This isn't nearly as prolific, but it's still worth yr time.

I posted about Pit Er Pat's last album, Pyramids, a while ago. I LOVED that ish. So frighteningly calm. Come to find out they had albums before Pyramids. This is one of those, a song EP that stands abrasively different than said album. It's like Pyramids meets Pretty Girls Make Graves meets acid jazz? It's real good when it gets slow, which is rare here, and when it's fast it's just kind of bizarre, with little vocals. If that piques yr interest, go for it. It's the same band, though. Trust me.

So Mrs. Avey Tare feels (no pun intended) bad for that aborted fetus of an idea that was taking the final mix of what was a very good album and playing it backwards before releasing it for the masses. She was good on her own right while with Mum, and redeems herself with this 7"

Hey, Nas... stop ripping me off! Seriously, my homie and I did a song once called 'Kill Yr Television.' It was pretty good. Nas did a song called 'Sly Fox,' and it's basically the same thing. I had a phrase that said something about 'start to think outside the idiot box/ five big bad wolves got the cinema locked...' to which Nas says something about 'locked by the idiot box.' Am I stretching? Nah. The beat trudges along like the one on our song too. Not sure if it's still up on our myspace page or not, but if not, I'll probably have to upload it. 


The album that single handedly resurrected the Wu-Tang Clan, this is the most abstract - and arguably best - of Ghostface's solo albums. RZA got back to somewhere between better than good and great, and Ghost, fresh out the Pen, was hungrier than ever. This is the album MF Doom wishes he could make. Haha.