Apparently not satisfied with just fucking with the deep web people, Death Grips decided to hang Epic out to dry. Earlier today they announced that they wil release “No Love Deep Web” on Oct 1st at 12AM with the statement:
the label wouldn’t confirm a release date for NO LOVE DEEP WEB until “next year sometime ” . the label will be hearing the album for the first time with you.
Knowing them it will probably be free (I don’t think labels make money off of free things). Perhaps it’s because the two parties couldn’t decide who should hang and who should hold on to the legs to make death grip faster.
UPDATE: They were about 15 minutes late.
UPDATE 2: And now their own site has been shut down, the reasoning (according to the band’s twitter) is that their label, again that’s Epic, a part of Sony Entertainment (which is known for losing it’s online battles). We’ve sent a request for comment to the label to get their side.
Tonight if you’re in New York you’re looking outside and saying to yourself, I don’t know how people can possibly stay awake in places like London or Seattle (the answer is: with drugs) because you just want to curl somewhere with a warm bottle of Cabernet and a blanket. But surprise, there are plenty of good things to do, click through to see some suggestions.
I guess someone in marketing finally had a good idea and they bought a bunch of beer and psychotropic tea and got Brenmar (remember his work on the Micky Blanco track Wavvy?!), Physical Therapy (who are not to be confused with Brooklyn’s DJ Physical Therapy, who makes some chill-wave-funk step tracks), Sich Mang (who currently work in the “wurkstep” genre after trying and discarding “jukestep,” “wurkstyle,” and “wurkkore” , I hope those other genres are not mad at them, but they’ve met this new genre you see…) and a few others to make remixes of the Supreme Cuts Whispers in The Dark. The tracks there in are perfect whispers in the dark.
This video shows a brief glimpse into a
model human trafficking casting call in a small town in Siberia. The documentary is edited like a hilarious silent film with caption cards explaining the background, one helpfully explains that casting calls take place in towns that are close to the trans-Siberian railroad, I assume this has to do with an easier commute for the “talent” scouts.
The gist of this process is explained on camera by a Russian man in a dark suit who says: “I like them to be 13 because they are easy to command, when they are 16-18 they start having ideas of their own”. This is my new thing to say about everything that doesn’t go my way now. Someone bumps me on the subway? “I liked you when you were 13 and were easy to command!” A waiter brings the wrong order? “I LIKED YOU WHEN YOU WERE 13 AND WERE EASY TO COMMAND!” etc. This along with “sorry, I forgot you were a cunt“: mantras for life.
Given today’s news from Lybia, the publication of this article by Salman Rushdie about the fatwa declared against him by the powerful Iranian Grand Ayatollah Ali Hosseini Khamenei in this week’s New Yorker seems eerily prescient. Then, after a moment of reflection, a much quieter thought passes that these tensions and crises are unfortunately much more common.
The article by Salman Rushdie is well worth the read, a personal history of the ideas behind “The Satanic Verses”, the book that earned him many distinctions, some certainly not worth having. The history and the background is merged with a thriller-like plot that doesn’t seem real, the author notes with heavy-hearted humor the differences between the reality of being in the center of an assassination plot and what we’re used to from reading or watching thrillers.
White Gallery are a duo from Brooklyn, they are post punk, which I take to mean they use stripped down everything, simple bass + vocal – bullshit + some distortion pedals. I think that’s what that term means, otherwise my mind conjures up images of guys and gals who gave up on the punk dream, washed out their hair, and now spend their time in safe neighborhoods, delivering passionate speeches about what a waste of time all of those silly clothes and drugs were. Fuck those people. The ones I just imagined in some sort of straw people village to blow over. The White Gallery post punk is hardly post anything, it’s good rhythms, vocals and great video that makes me long for weather that’s good in a leather jacket as I’m a poser who does not wear a leather jacket in the summer.