Sonic Waffle returns and fuck me if we’re not nearly on time / massively overdue. In the couple of weeks since our last instalment half of Britain has pretty much gone to the dogs (and we don’t mean racing on the tracks at Caister-On-Sea) and the other was probably already there watching shit like The X-Factor.
Bleak developments in the very fabric of UK culture this past fortnight included (but not limited to) Jamie Oliver, a hypnotist using his powers of influence to molest a woman in a hotel in Hull (shoutout Daily Mail on yet another tasteful headline)and Britain’s Prime Minister allegedly skullfucking a dead pig whilst at university… Still we all have to start somewhere don’t we? It’s great to know that old D-Cam eased himself into his role of rear ending the working classes gently. Cocktail sausage starter for ten.
Still it’s not all doom, gloom and non-consensual sexual violence: We found some banging music over the past week and Wetherspoons rolled out their Autumn / Winter menu to boot. So chin up: let’s tuck in!
Stones Throw are back on our pages once again, this time with Detroit’s Son the newest offering from perennial grafter Guilty Simpson. If you’re unfamiliar with Simpson then shame on you. He’s been a staple of both Detroit and underground hip-hop for (probably) longer than OJ plans to spend in the can. On the whole the album is extremely consistent (itself something of a dying art in hip-hop in 2015) and it’s made even more impressive considering the broad sonic palette of production, all of which provided by Quakers member Katalyst.
Throughout Guilty is on prime form, largely documenting day to day life of the average soul in Detroit. Opener R.I.P replete with dense wailing synths and Simpson’s instantly impactful baritone is a pretty good mission statement. The lurching swagger and dense electronic squiggles of The D take this one step further; with its screwed “I’m talking ‘bout Detorit” hook generating something close to a slo-motion anthem for the city.
Across the record interplay of Simpson as emcee and Katalyst as producer is key: from curve balls such as Simpson’s instantly infectious (and deceptively smooth) flow on Radiation Burn to the off-key drunken funk of ‘Say What?’ the record never settles into an obvious rhythm, and the subtle psychedelia that coats a good portion of the beats (not to mention a nice gentle shade of that classic Dilla style) only further compliments Simpson’s frequently eccentric and unexpected rhyme patterns. An album that zigs just when you think it might zag. Cop it HERE
Next on the decks this week is Knock Knock, the new EP from the always reliable Finn on the equally reliable Local Action. If you’ve somehow managed to not hear the title track before now it’s time to sort your shit out: with its pitch bent melodies, sleazy bass groove and ingenious Missy Elliot vocal flip it’s more or less straight up, hands in the air levity. Anyone who doesn’t find some joy in this track is either dead inside or genuinely excited at the prospect of a new Elbow album… Either way this person should probably be cast out into the encroaching winter and swiftly forgotten.
Over the course of the fruity five track EP colourfully reedy sounds and skippy eccentricity seem to be key: Coming 2 You takes a sort of hip-hop filtered through footwork sensibility in its wonky, sped up funk and constantly looping vocals whilst the Finn Theme (possibly our standout pick) sounds like the producer of the track title force fed a copy of the Final Fantasy VII soundtrack and a primary school recorder solo into a drum machine muffled by a pillow. There’s also a great vocal contribution from Faultsz on lya, which, production wise avoids any of the tenuous grime clichés it would be quite easy to cash in on right now. The record rounds off with the endless earworming and vocal weaving of BB, which is sublimely nuts. For bonus elation all of this comes packaged on a deliciously juicy, peak era David Dickenson shade of orange vinyl. A truly sunny delight. Purchase that from the Local Action Bandcamp HERE
Rounding off this week’s Waffle is a new EP from Zap Francis available via Bleep. We’d not really heard of Zap before purchasing the Zap Francis EP and it’s fair to say we now know nothing more about him … Other than they make some wonderfully spaced out grooves which come housed in resplendent physical packaging and is somehow linked to Black Milk (another Detroit regular alongside Guilty Simpson by coincidence.)
Opener Scuffer is a nice little palette cleanser; setting up the ears for a journey further afield into psychedelia tipped magic like the skittering Spirit Felt and the squelching funk of the infectious Moving Signals. When things relax and open out a bit though it gets truly wonderful however; Chime End is a gloriously plodding yet at turns chilled out groove perfect for those coming down moments or the sound-tracking of a cocktail bar upholstered exclusively in crushed velvet. Get into some loungewear and purchase HERE
Last week we also launched our brand new segment The Great British Bass Off; wherein we stole the format of a popular BBC show, grafted a shit pun to it and got a couple of our mates over to do a sixty minute guestmix whilst attempting to bake. Episode one saw the dynamic duo of The Grinel and Tim Parker from Donky Pitch at the controls providing a deliriously hi-saccharine array of bass heavy music alongside some triple stacked, donkey shaped shortbread biscuits feat. hench filling. Watch the full episode HERE (http://bit.ly/1Vdg9vV) or stick the mix on below and just jam out in your kitchen / jam pantry / pants.
Catch you in the next edition (which we’ll try and actually be on time for)
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