Posts Tagged ‘jams’

DISCOUNT SUSHI HANGOVER

January 25, 2010


Photo by Calli Higgins

Herr Jordan
Discount Sushi Hangover
in the mix @ Fancy Restaurant, Bushwick, Brooklyn
January 2010

Alex Smith – Sign And Drive / Here With Me
Nina Kraviz – FREE
Roska – Sheppard
Moritz Von Oswald Trio – Pattern 3
Bug vs. Hawtin – Low Blow
N.Y. House’ Authority – Adequate Lighting
Jody “Fingers” Finch – Jack Your Big Booty (BHQ No Acid Vocal)
Schatrax – Turntribal
Aybee – Doors And Elevator Presents (Aybee Visitation Mix)
Future Beat Alliance – Breathe In Your Fear
Levon Vincent – Double Jointed Sex Freak Part 1
Ricardo Villalobos – The Contempt (Last H Of Porto Mix)

Many thanks to Jack Inslee, Francesca Neiman, and Lauren Palmor for their Saturday afternoons.

Discount Sushi Hangover by jordanllc

Time is going by really really really really slowly

June 7, 2008

So Hillary’s bid for the presidency, and thus the long, flat, seemingly endless Bataan Death March to the White House (Round 1, le sigh), is dunzo. Things end, things begin again, and the whole process repeats; ’tis the way things go.

It may be a bit of a stretch — okay, it’s a serious stretch, but I’m going with it anyway: my days of internetless, apartment-inbetweenness are dunzo as well, and a new era of blog entries has begun. (Props to Diamond from Time Warner for his excellent installation skills.) I’m not gonna make any promises to you, my dear readers, for my promises about blogging tend not to be kept. But I will say this: my excuses for not blogging, like Ms. Clinton’s excuses for her endless campaigning, are likely to start ringing retarded and desperate.

Among the incredibly overpriced Manhattan Storage boxes which have been hulking over my bedroom for the last week or so, I have discovered a few TRUTHS:

1) Osborne’s self-titled LP for Spectral Sound is the album of the year so far, without question. Todd Osborn, who appears to be Jeff Tweedy’s wayward cousin, makes kitchen-sink house music so not-boilerplate and so utterly appealing that you may feel inclined to throw your laptop off the roof. Like this year’s other big (much, much bigger, really) dance record, Hercules & Love Affair, Osborne mines yesteryear’s dance tropes to create a distinctly 21st-century glamor. But while the former occasionally slips dangerously into hard-on-for-my-favorite-records mode, the latter keeps his dick on lock and his influences deftly internalized. (And is it just me, or is H&LA highlight “Iris” eerily similar to Osborne’s “Suffer” interlude?) Mr. Osborn knows how to pile on the elements — for a release on a label best known for Audion singles, shit is maximal — without getting lazy about the constituents. While by no means “detailed” in the Perlon sound-design sense, each hi-hat and synth pad and clave-hit (mad dankes, sir, for enclosing floorstormer “Outta Sight” herein) finds its funky home. And you’re not likely to hear better basslines this year. Bottom line: I have no idea why motherfuckers outside of Spectral’s usual fanbase aren’t jumping all over this album. But I’d wholeheartedly recommend that you hit the shops before Philip Sherburne pitchforks this and the year-end Top Tens start to pile up. If you only unpack your living room to one record this year, make it this record. That’s what I did, and I’m a better, sweatier man for it.

2) Cops should only take what they can handle.

3) The Wire is the Proust of television, and my after-work life is over. But you already knew that.

Branefood

April 20, 2008

Happy Record Store Day, you conscienceless, lecherous, downloading whores. (I kid, I kid. But seriously: go the record store occasionally. It’s good for you.)

In celebration of a certain, erm, hazy rite of spring many of you slacker college students are probably participants in, I present to you a few items of possible interest:

Everything I’ve read about Bristol-based dub warrior Peverelist has described him as “hotly-tipped” or some derivative thereof. I’ve loved his output on the excellently drrty Punch Drunk label, but it’s this most hotly-tipped of all hotly-tipped Peverelist singles, “Infinity is Now/Junktion” (Tectonic), that really shows him living up to his purported potential. For me, B-side wins (though that’s not at all to fault the epic “Infinity is Now”): playing up dubstep’s inherent debt to Aphex Twin’s sense of sonic detail, “Junktion” coats the darkness in a blanket of reverb and organ before an insistent bassline rips the softness apart. (And big ups for the locked-groove ending… classy.) With Shackleton’s best work now firmly in the 4/4 camp, dance music’s cavernous underworld may have found its new dark lord. DISCOGS/MYSPACE

Kode9 and Badawi go head-to-head on “Den of Drumz” (Roir), and it’s a pretty unrelenting affair: the snares come raining down early, and the low-end is absolutely pulverizing. Yet this may be one of the most sensitive Kode9 productions I’ve heard yet. I’ve been playing it pitched down a bit, and I find that the treatment really brings out the trippy circular bongo line and taudry mids. But however you play, we’ve got ourselves some pretty fantastic headspace here; use wisely. DISCOGS/KODE9 MYSPACE

A few nights ago, Momo brought by a King Tubby reissue he’d snagged at Jammyland (E. 3rd @ 1st Ave., Manhattan) on his way over. We put it on after our rehearsal for tonight’s Mo/rdan tagteam set (2am at Raev ii, by the way… see below) and subsequently decided it was the best music we’ve ever heard. I went by the shop this afternoon, and hells yes: we were absolutely right in our assessment. I admittedly know very little about dub, but on a purely visceral level, Original King Key Dub (Jammyland Distribution, 2001) is an absurdly brilliant piece of studio craft. According to the guy at the shop, this record was made after King Tubby had stopped mixing records; these were productions he’d been coaxed into providing with his magic touch. To my ears, this is absolutely essential listening. Acquire while you still can. DISCOGS

Still going…

March 23, 2008
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Happy Easter and whatever … Jordan LLC’s new studio is coming along, dammit.  I swear.  Thanks for the patience.

Keep in mind:

RAEV 2 *** APRIL 19 … The mother of all basement dancemusic happenings returns to South Williamsburg, this time with visuals!  Expect peak time, all the time.  (For my part, I think this is gonna be unavoidable.)  The flier and Facebook invite should be on their way soon.

*** UPDATE: I FOUND SOME VIDEO FROM LAST TIME…

 

NEW MIX! … Ruminations/permutations/blasphemy on today’s techno currently in the works from Herr Jordan.  Of course, you’ll hear it here first.

BEST NEW MUSIC … Yeah, that’s right.

FIRST!

March 7, 2008

Oh fuck, where did all this chesthair come from? Obviously, videobuff is the greatest of all YouTube channels… if you’re the type who feels like spending hours trolling disco dance, euro/electro/italo, and 90s HI-NRG highly-compressed twelves that is. Sure, the music’s all kind of questionable, like fleeing loved ones/roommates-steez questionable. (Fair warning, kids: I’m serious about the roommates.) But I’ll be goddamned if it isn’t pretty impressive.

And I’m here because . . .     I had a livejournal quite some time ago.  I realized recently that that’s really been my only regular, passionate foray into the blogosphere (note: was it the blogosphere back when livejournal was still relevant?).  And how, erm, passionate it was.  (Can’t take back high school, no sir.)  (Don’t even try googling my livejournal.  I’ll hunt you the fuck down.)

This, I’m hoping, will not become that kind of blog.  My idea is to have this be a clearinghouse for stuff I’m creating and stuff that I’m into.  Most of the time that will be (dance) music(s), but I’m down for some forays.  To be honest, I’m not going into this with too much of a plan; at the heart of it, I think I just don’t want to be the last loser without a (music) blog.

So now, for your consideration, the blog.  I’m fading into the shadows until someone says something anti-semitic in the comments.  Bitch please.