June 8, 2010

The Daily Choice: Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Round and Round

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I haven’t plowed through the entirety of the new Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti album Before Today so please discount my next few sentences as hyperbole with glee if you see fit.  ”Round and Round” might be the most interesting song I’ve heard in years.  The most curious bit of mish-mashed influences and loops and layers of years and years of musical history that’s slipped in to my eardrums since the I first heard Daft Punk’s Aerodynamic almost ten years ago.

Sit down for a moment on your comfy shag carpet, or your beaten up area rug, or in some beat-up chair, and turn on this song.  Try to find footing in the opening sort of Thriller-esque disco beat, the sort of hovering omniscient vocals, but stumble as the song switches to some sort of twisted take on a 70s song-writer, the pulsing base still cruising by in the background, top-down, cigarette lit.  Try to find some sort of foot-hold in the track, or just let it wash over you in all its multi-hued glory.

I’ve listened to it three times this morning alone.

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Round and Round

April 19, 2010

The Daily Choice: John K. – Lost In The Beat

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There’s a hint of Daft Punk’s Aerodynamic at play on John K’s “Lost In The Beat.”  I can remember being in airplane over the Atlantic Ocean with an old friend and hearing the strains of “One More Time” through a pair of shared headphones, and thinking “Wow, this just rides the line of 80s homage and actual music.”  And then sitting with the album for days and days and days in the muggy heat of Cairo, realizing that this transcended laudable imitation, this was near perfect, skewed pop music.

John K., especially on “Lost In The Beat” rides a similar line.  There’s a hint of the recently deceased Michael Jackson floating in the ether, ironically enough, floating about with a musical number pulled directly from the tail end of an after-school special.  It’s cheeky, cheesy even, but listen to it again, and again and again, and the layer of irony falls to the side, and in the middle there’s a stone of talented originality.

John K. – Lost In The Beat

Source: Chocolate Bobka