January 29, 2013
If you weren't aware, the past couple of days in the EDM world have been full of gloriously important shit - so much so that I think I've been to the brink of cardiac arrest and back. If nothing else, I've been dealing with serious amounts of information overload.
2) Sony Music gets all greedy and hogs more of the entertainment spotlight: three days later news emerged that Columbia Records signed French DJ duo Daft Punk (a.k.a the future fathers of my cyborg hybrid children, nbd) and there's already talk of a new album being released this spring. I vaguely remember flatlining when I read the news.
3) Reevaluating my life plans and considering being an intern again: things got really real with the announcement of the freshly formed Association for Electronic Music.
4) And then I fell in love with Andy Samberg and ended the best week ever by obsessing over some sick releases.
I'm feeling remix after remix of classics lately. Here's another funky and soulful remix that jives nicely with some heavy wobbles... probably going to singlehandedly attempt bringing back the catchphrase.
UGH first and foremost, I can't stay away from songs that leverage the sexiest string instrument known to man kind, the motherfucking violin (YEA I SEE YOU LINDSEY STIRLING!). Second: Everyone who's anyone knows that the quickest solution to summertime sadness is a tan. Third: Parisian producer Monsieur Adi adds some pep to the original's step with not only a healthy dose of my musical achilles heel but all that deep synth and glitch and trap and indie and pop and melodic vocals shit too. GTFO, sadness.
Holy fuck, batman! Serious case of impending FOMO right now. I've never had such an irrational urge to buy such an unnecessary item, but I'm channeling some serious 90s nostalgia and have an overwhelming desire to hone my Bad Street Brawler skills. Yeah, sure, the combination of gaming while listening to this will probably bring on a seizure, but there's a first time for everything/not a single fuck is given. With its kickass cinematic intro and nasty drop, this electro banger stood out from the rest of the US/AUS duo's spur of the moment Turntable.fm set, which drew in the largest room that the music social service has experienced to date.
This whole disco/indie rock fusion thing that Discotexas head honcho Mr. Mitsuhirato has cooked up is really fucking catchy, even though I don't know what the hell is going on half the time. The vocals make me think rain dance. Is that a tambourine? Unclear, but it doesn't matter because it's different and it's sick.