Tim Xavier An Extension of Who I Am

From Portland to Houston to Chicago to New York, Tim Xavier has had loads of releases. Here he clocks in with an exceptional showing on his own label. The B-side is more of the produced, funky fare he’s known for, but I like the darker A-side, which pounds harder than we’re used to hearing-real solid, mean stuff.

Black Leotard Front Casual Friday

Delia and Gavin’s 12″ on DFA Records may be the most enduring thing the label has released to date. Utterly tasteful Germanic synth explorations that manage to sound contemporary while harkening back to when Kraftwerk was just two guys. That they’ve released a track evoking the golden age of Italo-disco-I know, there was no golden age of Italo-disco, but you watch…pretty soon there will be!-without sounding kitschy or ironic gives them a perfect track record, for those keeping score. And the live show features nude dancing, I hear.

Hot Chip Down With Prince

Do the Hot Chip guys know this sounds like early Devo? Probably not. But the absurdist vocals, robo-funky rhythm section, and two-note synth lines remind me of when I used to go to school with a lampshade on my head. This is another song with the word “motherfucker” in it, which is a word I don’t think white people should use.

Money Mark Demo? Or Demolition?

Money Mark has been an interesting study in artistic evolution. Going from the Beastie Boys’ carpenter of choice to outshining all of their collective musicianship to releasing his instrumental indulgences on Mo’ Wax seems a pretty solid trajectory. As time has gone on, he’s had increasingly frequent flirtations with the mic; on his Chocolate Industries debut he goes into full-on songwriter mode. It’s a good look. The songs on Mark’s latest are by far his most developed and fall somewhere between Sea Change-era Beck’s torn love notes and the quirky, shadowy pop of Gorillaz.

Ammoncontact One In An Infinity Of Ways

The whole left-of-center instrumental hip-hop game is more overcrowded than the left-of-center music magazine game, so when you find something good, you might choke on a bite of burrito or pee in your pants a little. Thatís the case (I mean, not with me, but you knowÖ) with Ammoncontactsí debut long-player. Chopped beats give way to flowing instrumental freak-outs yet the albumís incredibly consistent pace and sparing use of MCs separates it from the rest of the pack. Itís refreshing to hear producers who arenít trying to be too clever, yet still maintain the raw funkiness of their vinyl-only influences.

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