Cadence Weapon: Mightier Rhythms

In the rap world, Rollie Pemberton’s days are numbered–at least, that’s what he thinks. “Nas was 18 when Illmatic came out,” says the 21-year-old emphatically on the phone from his home in Edmonton, Alberta. “And think about sports nowadays… there are, like, 17-year-olds in the NBA.”

But sports guys peak before 30, and artists mature late into life, don’t they? “That’s accurate for every genre except rap,” Pemberton fires back with wise-beyond-his-years wit.

Truth is, while MCs from Compton to Queensbridge might base entire careers on their plight to stay alive, surviving the Canadian rap game can be pretty damn grueling, too. It’s not guns that plague hip-hop in the great white north–tenuous underground distribution networks, clueless record execs in the Toronto wings of major labels, and having to shake a wannabe-gangsta image are fences that have guarded Canadians’ success south of the border.

Cadence Weapon‘s time has come. It’s been over two years since sites like Fluxblog began sharing “Sharks,” Pemberton’s shit-talking pre-emptive strike on Pitchfork Media, a website for whom he penned a number of reviews as a budding music journalist. Word about the young rapper’s off-kilter rhyming and beat-making style, more akin to Del or Antipop Consortium than Hot 97 hit makers, spread quickly. Then came a signing to Toronto indie-rock label Upper Class, who issued his Breaking Kayfabe debut in Canada. Most recently, he signed to Anti-/Epitaph, who will release his follow-up, Afterparty Babies, this fall.

The term “breaking kayfabe” is stage lingo for breaking character and letting the truth reveal itself; in Pemberton’s case, that translates to trading in rap’s fake promise of money and fame for real stories from the cold, desolate Albertan capital. Yet despite some very Edmonton-centric rhymes–such as “Oliver Square,” an ode to the strip mall where Pemberton worked his first fast-food job–the disc’s minimal, early-Warp Records-inspired compositions have broad appeal while managing to chart new ground for bedroom rhyme-spitters. “I wanna make it so that ‘Canadian rapper’ is not a bad term,” he says sincerely. “But I was never thinking, ‘Oh, will people in Canada like this? Will people in the States like this?’ I was thinking, ‘Will anyone like this?'”

Two years later, I can’t help but wonder how representative Breaking Kayfabe is of what’s going on with Pemberton now.

“I wouldn’t say it’s worse, I’d say it’s different… Some of the beats [on Breaking Kayfabe] go back as far as five years,” he notes. But, as he later riddles off his current iPod favorites–Digitalism, Para One, Sebastian, Switch–one gets the feeling that he really is prepared to cover as much ground as possible before rap’s dreaded three-oh. “[The new album] is a 100 percent departure. It’s a dance record–that’s all I’ll say.”

Paul B. Davis Presents Intentional Computing

UK-based digital artist Paul B. Davis has long been known for manipulating outdated and/or obsolete computer technologies (most notably the Nintendo gaming system), and for his work as part of the internationally renowned programming ensemble BEIGE. Intentional Computing, his latest exhibition, sees Davis further exploring the relationship between computers and art.

The first part of the exhibition is a five-part hack into a game cartridge, incorporating codes from Davis’ tech-art peers in BEIGE. Picture this software collage as something not unlike new cartridges that bundle five games onto one bulky disc, though Davis’ project is more concerned with questions of piracy and authorship.

The second section is a collaborative video installation with psychedelic art collective Paper Rad, which, according to the press release, “accentuates and aesthecises artifacts inherent in video compression formats, particularly MPEG-4.” It’s probably safe to presume that seizures will surface from some sort of visual massacre of color.

A portion of the exhibition titled Fat Bits wraps things up. Here, close-ups of an NHL hockey match will be converted into images stored within Nintendo’s programming system, then manipulated for a slow motion, distorted ice-hockey brawl available for viewing. Intrigued? Check it out at the end of this month.

Intentional Computing runs Wednesday, May 30 – Saturday, June 23, 2007
Seventeen, 17 Kingsland Rd. London.

Tortoise Branches Into Bumps

Tortoise is a fairly recognizable name on the Midwestern indie circuit, and the band’s propensity to experiment with everything from electronics to jazz has marked them as a post-rock miracle. The Chicago-based quintet has been making noise for nearly two decades, producing some of Thrill Jockey’s most esteemed releases, not to mention a series of subsequent side-projects (The Sea and Cake, Brokeback).

Three of the founding members–John Herndon, Dan Bitney, and John McEntire–have begun another tangentially related project–Bumps. The idea behind the band’s self-titled debut for Stones Throw is to create a concept breakbeat record. Unlike Tortoise’s music, Bumps ventures into occasionally darker and consistently more stripped-down terrain. The composition relies on the sway of percussion, mid-tempo hip-hop, polyrhythmic Afro-funk, and a bit of effect destruction.Clocking in at 23 tracks, DJs and producers will find the album a sample paradise.

Bumps is out June 19, 2007 on Stones Throw.

Tracklisting
1. A Safe Balm
2. Biotic Discussion
3. …As Bond Did
4. Crass Jenny
5. Craven
6. Deal Tree
7. Hello, Leo
8. Can You See?
9. Sniper Growl
10. OK!!!
11. A Dumb Month
12. Baby Johann
13. Exponent Memoir
14. Nashira
15. Fun Injury
16. Dawn At Dawn
17. Bin Johnston
18. Intermission Pt. 1
19. Intermission Pt. 2
20. Thorny Joint
21. Tryplmeade Gorsmatch
22. Don’t Cry, My Son
23. Swingland Hit 

Cadence Weapon “Sharks”

Cadence Weapon is one of the few producer/MCs who has managed to master both elements of creation–especially at such a young age. 21-year old Rollie Pemberton has already remixed Lady Sovereign and Disco D, and he’s penned a solid long-player for the Upper Class imprint (Shout Out Louds, The Russian Futurists). “Sharks” is more of the playful hip-hop that’s making the kids save their milk money.

Cadence Weapon – Sharks

Antiguo Aut—mata Mexicano Kraut Slut

Like a terrarium of aluminum arthropods, this sophomore full-length from producer Antiguo Aut—mata Mexicano teems with deliberate activity, the sound of stereoscopic detail being adhered to emotional architecture. AAM (a.k.a. Angel Sanchez Borges) hails from a similar scene as Murcof; but whereas Murcof explores the dramatic pause of the classical minimalist form, AAM establishes and embellishes a murky respiration resonating even at its most shallow. Static-spooked percolation and sonorous decay blankets pervade these seven original metallic melodysseys and three revisions. If the reverberating flicker of plucked Slinkys strikes a nostalgic chord, this is for you.

Digitalism

Digitalism played one of the bangin’-est sets in recent memory at San Francisco’s Mezzanine in April. Lucky for you, we filmed it. Jens Moelle and Isi Tuefekci, two young Turks [one of them quite literally] from Hamburg, have been thumping eardrums with knob-twiddling remixes over the past year and are evolving into a dancefloor-friendly indie rock force to be reckoned with. We caught up with them as they prepared for non-stop touring for the release of their debut album, Idealism.

Battles Announces More Tour Dates

Everyone’s favorite math-rock troop is putting its money where its mouth is. Following the band’s highly acclaimed Warp debut, Mirrored, Battles continues its travels across the US (and weirdly, paying special attention to Florida).

Now labelmates with Boards of Canada and Flying Lotus, the band has assembled a following that isn’t exactly reliant on old heshers dressed in Melvins T-shirts. This may have something to do with the foursome’s progressive songwriting. Avoiding predictability, the guys utilize an array of analog effects, minimal synth lines, vocals-as-instrumentation, and the choppy speed of a thousand Dillenger Escape Plans. Battles has come to speed things up like a methed-out algebra teacher.

Read more about Battles in XLR8R‘s April Issue.

Tour Dates
06/13 Charlottesville, VA: Satellite Ballroom
06/14 Charlotte, NC: The Milestone
06/15 Atlanta, GA: Drunken Unicorn
06/16 Gainesville, FL: Common Grounds
06/17 Orlando, FL: The Social
06/18 Miami, FL: Studio A
06/19 Tampa, FL: Crowbar
06/20 Tallahassee, FL: The Beta Bar
06/22 Baton Rouge, LA: Spanish Moon
06/23 Houston, TX: Numbers
06/24 Austin, TX: Emo’s Jr.
06/25 Denton, TX: Halley’s
06/27 Albuquerque, NM: Launchpad
06/28 Phoenix, AZ: Rhythm Room
06/29 San Diego, CA: Beauty Bar
06/30 Los Angeles, CA: Troubadour
07/02 San Francisco, CA: Slim’s
07/03 Portland, OR: Doug Fir Lounge
07/04 Vancouver, BC: Richards on Richards
07/05 Seattle, WA: Crocodile Cafe
07/06 Boise, ID: Neurolux
07/7 Salt Lake City, UT: Urban Lounge
07/08 Denver, CO: Larimer Lounge
07/10 Kansas City, MO: The Record Bar
07/11 Minneapolis, MN: Triple Rock
07/12 Iowa City, IA: The Picadour
07/13 Milwaukee, WI: Stonefly Brewery
07/14 Chicago, IL: Pitchfork Music Fest
07/16 Toronto, ON: Lee’s Palace
07/18 Boston, MA: Paradise
08/21 New York, NY: Seaport Music Fest

Spray It, Don’t Say It: Graff at 40

Until graffiti as we know it turned 30 (around 2000 or so), it seemed to evolve as fast as the kids in the streets would let it. Inner-city 10-year-olds writing their names on abandoned buildings after school begat whole subway cars begat an even higher succession of bridges, ledges, and billboards. Clumsy tags turned into bubble-lettered throw-ups and colorful pieces turned into flawless 3-D fonts turned into elaborately deconstructed letters. Spraypaint became spraypaint with fat caps and skinny caps, became rollers, scribers, mops, etch, and a hundred other inexpensive solutions for causing major damage. A small world watched writers move from ingénues (a.k.a. “toys”) copying what they’d seen in Style Wars or on the streets or in ‘zines to masters of their own individual styles–or at least masters of getting away with murder (itself an expression of style).

But in the last 10 years graffiti appears to have slowed down. Not the volume of graffiti–if anything, the fact that it’s all over magazines, TV, clothing, and the legal wall of your favorite liquor store makes it more inescapable than ever. But to anyone other than the hardcore graffiti writer, it’s hard to see much changing. Are writers now stuck in a feedback loop, endlessly perfecting and refining lettering styles that came of age in the ’80s and ’90s? Is innovation in materials limited to just developing ever more damaging ink or crazier colors of paint? And if every fifth 18-year-old in the U.S. is tagging, then why does so much of it look the same… and so shitty at that?

Um, maybe that’s the point. “Things have separated so much between legal-and-pretty graffiti and ugly, street graffiti,” says Dan Murphy, who chronicles the infancy of Philly graffiti in Public Wall Writing in Philadelphia, his new book with Tony Smyrski. “Now people are trying to make their graffiti look scrappy and rushed. There’s this look that looks like vandalism and there’s a look that looks like friendly graffiti. People now are way more about vandalism than they were, so maybe that’s forward progress.”

Since it’s no longer uncommon for a casual tagger to become an artist with a gallery show–and as cities buff graffiti almost as soon as the paint’s dry–graffiti purists are ever on the hunt for ways to make hard-won destruction obvious, and lasting. “The things Europeans do are totally insane,” cites Murphy. “People are all into bringing their own ladders and night-vision goggles. These Germans are making spraypaint in silver and black designed to cover large areas really quickly; the black is made out of some tar stuff so it’s hard to remove and it’s obviously for covering a train quickly. And of course there’s un-buffable, un-fadeable inks that work on nonporous surfaces like fiberglass or sheet metal.”

Communication technology like texting and GPS has no doubt helped plot new spots, and there have been early suggestions that computer technology may one day abet street graffiti (Hektor, a graffiti robot created by Swiss programmers Jurg Lehni and Uli Franke comes to mind). Younger people also have more access to travel, making it ever more likely to see a graffiti writer from Copenhagen in San Francisco or a New Yorker in London. According to some, the availability of graffiti info in the mass media and on the internet makes kids get technically better faster, though they may lack points in essential departments like paying dues, racking [stealing], and humility.

“To me, the last great inventions were fire extinguisher tags, [which people started doing] like seven or eight years ago, and acid bath or etch. But I personally have not seen any great inventions in the last five years of graffiti,” says Roger Gastman, one of the culture’s most avid historians. “I like seeing people doing higher spots and more intricate stuff. I like seeing places where before someone might have been afraid to do a hollow throw-up on it, and now they’re doing a whole full-color piece–stuff that’s really in your face and it’s baffling how it was pulled off.”

As Gastman hints, even without access to high-tech materials, graffiti can always innovate in terms of risk. Now that penalties for getting caught include jail time more often than not, you could argue that continuing to do anything larger than a quick marker tag is a statement in and of itself (I won’t.) Then there’s London’s Banksy, who takes the graffiti writer’s traditional palette of skills and applies it to even grander expressions of “Fuck you.” Ditto Barry “Twist” McGee, who’s gotten the “art establishment” to pay to install overturned, tagged-up delivery trucks outside his shows and fund stories-high graffiti pieces on the sides of museum buildings in Cincinnati and Detroit.

It’s a heated debate over whether graffiti in art galleries, books, and magazines is doing any good for a culture that has almost always been based around gaining fame, yet maintaining a certain anonymity. What is certain is that graffiti’s widespread presence is inspiring more people to do it. There are so many kids doing graffiti that it’s impossible to ever stop them all, and that number only increases each year. (Though graff writers have to go to greater lengths and break even their own rules to get noticed now.) Some say that street art (poster campaigns, stencils, stickers, wheatpastes)–”show-your-parents vandalism,” as Murphy calls it–is evolving the culture. For graffiti’s sake, I’ll stay out of that argument.

At the end of the day, graffiti is a bit like skateboarding. It’s so big, there are so many different people involved, and it’s meaning is so individual, that it might be impossible to say what is innovative or lasting.

“It’s for the youth to decide what it is and where it’s going,” concurs graffiti legend-turned-gallery legend Stephen “Espo” Powers. “The way I painted graf and the way I saw graffiti painted solved specific problems that were presented by surfaces and conditions; what they’re doing today is meant to meet surfaces and conditions today. Right now, there’s so much graffiti I hate but I think that’s so natural. It’s like my parents hating the music I’m into. But there are so many more innovations to be made. And for me graffiti is always the same. It’s like rock ‘n’ roll–there’s only three chords but there’s always something new.”

Thanks to Roger Gastman, Steve Grody, Sasha Jenkins, Dan Murphy, Jon Naar, and Steve Powers for providing insight for this piece.

Photos taken from Public Wall Writing in Philadelphia (softcover; Free News Projects, $20), The Birth of Graffiti (softcover; Prestel, $24.95), and Graffiti LA (hardcover; Abrams, $35).

Weekly Chart: Justice

Justice needs no introduction at this point. Known for crunchy distortion, giant light-up crosses at live performances, and remixes of everyone from Soulwax to Franz Ferdinand, Gaspard Augé and Xavier de Rosnay remain the undisputed leaders of the new wave of French dance music. Here, they take five to share what’s in their record bags as they travel around the world spreading the new gospel of dance.

Justice Top Ten
1. Scenario Rock “Histrionics”
2. Timbaland “The Way I Are”
3. The Prodigy “Everybody in Da Place”
4. Tepr “Minuit Jacuzzi (Data Remix)”
5. SMD “Love”
6. Oizo “Ovoma”
7. DJ Mehdi “Lucky Boy (Surkin Remix)”
8. Chromeo “Tenderoni”
9. Das Pop “Underground”
10. Marc Gonzales “Fist the Prist (Mexico Edit)”

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