I just found out about this 23-year old Canadian singer and producer who goes by the name of River Tiber (real name is Tommy Paxton-Beesley) over on The Music Ninja. I’m reminded right now a bit of the day that I first heard Oliver Tank’s music. There was the moment, very soon after pressing play, that I knew this was a real life moment that I’d remember for a while. The brain holds a lot of information, yall, but for you to actually be able to remember it, many times you have to associate it with emotion or sense. I’m not in a memorable place right now, but I feel this music. I’m going to remember this moment on a Friday, sitting at my desk, just like any other day, but for what I just stumbled upon.
It sounds as though River Tiber has quite the audience in his native Toronto who already know and love his music. But if it’s just beginning to seep outside the Canadian borders, let me be one to tell you that this young man is onto something really special. He’s creating electronic music that isn’t dependent on heavy synths, which currently feel overdone in the music market. He’s doing something more unique, more adventurous and exploratory, than what you often hear in the electronic music scene. It tends to be much softer than that. Even on “The City,” which starts with a drumkit baseline, it emerges into something that sounds so calm and natural. At times his vocals sound a bit reminiscent of Jeff Buckley’s, who is one of my favorite artists of all time. It’s truly beautiful, yall. I may have just found my newest crush.
What are you afraid of?
When Arjun interviewed Marika Hackman, the first thing he said was “music can be simple and not basic.” You might have to think about that for a second, but it’s actually the perfect description of Marika Hackman’s music, or as much as we know of it at this point. Just yesterday we were given “Wolf,” the third track from Marika Hackman’s Sugar Blind EP out December 9th via Dirty Hit Records. The song itself, produced by Charlie Andrew (who also produced Alt-J’s An Awesome Wave), is quite simple. Nothing jumps out at you or seems unexpected. But it’s far from basic; beneath those beautiful vocals of Marika Hackman’s lies a rather dark story. Hit the jump for my best stab at the lyrics for this hauntingly beautiful single, “Wolf.”
Related: Read a Sunset in the Rearview interview with Marika Hackman and learn more about Hackman’s relationship with producer Charlie Andrew
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Sometimes I want to be devastated, and I don’t think that’s fucked up. I look at devastation as a good thing. It means that someone has created something so meaningful that it has the power to devastate you. Oh man. That’s a strong emotion and exactly what Conner Youngblood incites every time he steps up to the mic. He pushes each instrumental to this limit of emptiness and transfixes you within this otherworldly quest for understanding. He makes you hang on to his every word–and sometimes makes you focus more intently so you don’t miss a crucial syllable behind the silhouette of the hidden intricacies of the beat.
Music does not surprise me (and I think, you) as much as it used to. Yeezus is a recent album that actually surprised me, but before that I can’t really say an album in the past three years has done the same. I think the reason for this is that we’re constantly hearing ideas. On the Internet we get to hear thoughts before they are fully formed and by the time an artist has perfected that thought, we are bored of it and have moved on to the next hot concept.
CP has been sitting on some joints, carefully plotting and waiting to release them, and I have to say: they surprise me. We get chopped up samples and acoustic R&B/rap tracks. Pieces might not be a masterpiece, but it’s a change of pace from the expected bullshit that will ultimately get lost somewhere on the Internet. Don’t let this get lost. Share it with your friends or something. Support good music.
Download Pieces here.
Do you ever find yourself craving what once was? Maybe it’s an experience from your past, maybe it’s something you didn’t even live through. I find myself feeling that way a lot. If I could jump into certain times in the past, life would be a lot easier. Or if I could turn back time and be able to go to Woodstock, that’d be pretty cool too. Sometimes I wish I could have been around in that era just for the music.
I hadn’t heard of Clare Maguire before today, but before reading anything about her, I told myself that she’s a lady of the past. This song of hers called “Half Hearted Love” reminds me more of the Nina Simone and Etta James era than the new music of today. A big part of it may be her low voice and the fuzzy production on this demo, but other elements like the simple percussion that’s so far from the electronic drum-kit vibe that is so often what’s heard on modern music that just feels authentic and old-timey. It’s a really refreshing sound that I typically dig into the archives for, but was so pleased to find in my new stream of music on SoundCloud today. It was a day that I was really hoping for the times that once were, and since unfortunately I haven’t found a way to time travel yet, this was a pleasant surprise.
I recently had a bizarre day. It was this past Saturday, and it was just bizarre from start to finish. I guess to understand the strangeness of this day you first should know that I live on a college campus and there was a football game here on Thursday night, so the weekend basically started a day early. In my eyes this Saturday was an extra day in my timeline, and I was going to use it as poorly as I possibly could. I woke up at 2 and showered and shaved. I’m not going to pretend like I shave everyday. I don’t. I should, but I don’t, so this was my weekly shave just to remove the grizzly scruff off my face so the general public would not fear me. Mid-shaving, of course, I decided that I was going to keep a mustache. It was weird, but my friends loved it. And just to make things stranger, I might have named my ‘stache “Ron” (which really just says something about my character). We went to iHop for a 3 pm lunch, which (1) we never do, and (2) is late for lunch, I think. Our waitress lured us into buying the most delicious seasonal hot chocolate, and then the next strange thing happened: we each ordered the same meal. If you have ever been to iHop, you know that it has the largest menu ever, so the chances of ordering the same thing are slim to none. As the day continued Ron, my mustache, became like a person, and my friends pretended he was part of the group (which really just says something about their personalities). At night we ended up watching The Godfather a.k.a. one of the greatest movies of all-time, which looking back makes the day seem even more bizarre as a whole.
I guess my point for telling that story is that it is okay to be weird. I mean, maybe two years ago I might have felt the urge attach how much I party to the end of the paragraph, or maybe I wouldn’t tell the story at all. This video by Kevin Abstract is weird, but he has a story to tell. And it might just be as weird as yours.
WARNING: I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think you should watch this video if you’re prone to seizures.