Smile Down Upon Us
Created over email, a collaboration eschews cold technology, embracing colder weather and a desire to be indoors.
Mike Deri Smith
Rusted, Golden, Aged
With “Dear Science,” TV on the Radio make it hard to stay on the ground and not be moved—despite the album artwork.
A School Daze Refresher
Investment banks are failing in an election year, Darth Vader is teaching geometry, and soon we’ll all be wearing trash: time to go back to school.
Do the Swiss Dream of Post-Apocalyptic Rap Battles?
Voters and scientists are embracing the apocalypse, and are doing their best to convince us it’s the way to go.
Ambient Religious Jam
Atlas Sound breaks into a serious jam session, and nobody’s glancing sideways at each other for contemplating it.
Getting Literacy Dun, the Rendition of Bamboozled Pandas With Chinese Accents
Panda diplomacy, apparently, is no black-and-white issue.
And We All Drone On
Twelve-string guitar virtuoso James Blackshaw’s latest work sets listeners adrift, in the good way.
Field-Tested Dub
It took a visit to New York and the combination of disorientation and fatigue to really enjoy the recently unmasked British musician Burial.
Joyous Descent!
You may not understand what Shugo Tokumaru is singing, or where his song is heading, but you can feel where it’s coming from.
Antibodies
Thank God for dance music. And guitars. “Antibodies,” from Poni Hoax’s new album Images of Sigrid, is like that workout tune LCD Soundsystem penned for Nike. It pumps hard and wants to to motivate you, keeps you out when you are either out of it at 12 miles gone,