@somewheresy@MVGNETDUBS Griztronics exists.
Also, the most culturally relevant house DJ for the last five years can’t help himself but dive into Bass Music.
@notorious_CEG I mean, the original clearly isn’t being played at Excision. Maybe the What So Not mix, but has X played a set in his life with any nuance or diversity in sound?
This is his sound. He’s not Zeds Dead. He’s Excision. It’s not my thing, but it’s a lot of people’s thing out there.
@NicholasMMiller He’s 23 years old. He’d be the second youngest starter in the league next year behind Mendoza. Why can’t he sit another year, process an NFL season from the sidelines, and see where we stand next year, when he’ll be 24?
Who would be a better backup?
@Dust_Vikings Love how easy it’s been getting things in order financially…and say what you want about Kwesi, the moves were made on his watch. They didn’t pan out, he knew what that meant.
It’s starting to feel like there’s a plan again.
::: Gold Dust - O R I O N & Cammie Robinson :::
Perhaps, with the high traffic name and sway-away time sig, it will forever face an uphill climb against the algorithm. This only amplifies the ingenuity. O R I O N’s production is pure power, harnessed. Kayli hears Lorde. Me, too.
::: Auction - Nikita, the Wicked :::
In a sea of slice-of-life sampling, this features something refreshing that plays like tongue-in-cheek commentary on commodification. A stripped back bit with UKG trimmings, some Tony Romera blips and a…Bolis Pupul?…sort of refined bounce.
The sky stays blue, the wind still howls, and emotionally-driven electronic music is as close to right on as it gets. When Will We Land? is undeniably manifold, but accessible in spite of itself.
Name be damned, Barry proves he can do more than tread water.
Ugh. Almost.(6/6)
When Will We Land? - Barry Can't Swim
A movement requires proper customs, greetings at cultural borderlines with outstretched arms. Perhaps Barry Can't Swim has created, in his first full-length go, an ever-approachable impost for those nomads of taste seeking art in dance.(1/6)
The aforementioned 'Woman' has the sentiment of a modern deja vu, something you can vaguely recall your parents humming on a phantasmic road trip. This is a peak, and even the valleys in gross intrigue are facilitated by cracked musicianship with cleansing elemental acuity.(5/6)