In part 1 of this month, reviews of the So So Glos, Portugal the Man, Deafheaven, and Kanye West.
We’ve been through this before. I’m a HUGE Ai Weiwei fan. He somehow continues to send out beautiful and challenging transmissions from behind the bonefart razor wall of oppression and torture that is the Chinese government. He was a 100 percenter as far as I was concerned, from intention to viewpoint to execution. Always on, never sorry. And then the music started. Golden art god, interrupted.
In part 2 of this month, After Dark 2, The National, Bassekou Kouyate & Ngoni Ba, and the Rough Guide to African Disco
In part 1 of this month, Chelsea Light Moving, Balquees, Brad Paisley, and Tyler the Creator.
Everyone who said Skrillex was a novelty, a fluke, a parody, a caricature, a passing fad, the last straw, a new low, the most ridiculous music to ever hit the charts, the most ridiculous music to ever hit your eardrums, a one-hit wonder, oops-make-that-a-two-hit-wonder, or a man with bad hair was probably right. But he’s also the most important electronic musician in America.
In part 2 of this month, reviews of Draft Punk, the Knife, Matuto, and Paramore.
In part 1 of this month, reviews of She & Him, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Satinder Sartaaj, and Lady Antebellum.
What happens when you immerse the vocals of a dancehall queen who thrives on pulsing beats in the droning of an art sound machine? That was the experiment set up between Jamaican dub vocalist Warrior Queen and New York artist Marina Rosenfeld in P.A./Hard Love, which had its premiere last weekend at the Kitchen in Chelsea.
In part two of this month, reviews of Lil Wayne, the Strokes, King DJ, and Michael Bublé.
I’ve talked about Michael Tatum before, but that Kitty song compels me to cite this marvelous Tatum sentence, about Skrillex: “…any hairstyle that resembles a palomino’s hindquarters when viewed from an elevated height commits cosmetological crimes so outrageously grotesque they could send Korn’s Jonathan Davis into a raging fit of trichotillomania.” I mean, that is why I love the English language.
In part 2 of this month, reviews of music for autobahns, a rough guide to samba, Kacey Musgraves, A$AP Rocky, Monoswezi, Modestep, OneRepublic, and Teleseen.
Space-themed music experiences were having something of a moment last week. While Oktophonie at the Park Avenue Armory brought the stark coldness of the world beyond our earth in minimal electronica, over at the Brooklyn Academy of Music there was Planetarium, a collaboration between Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly, and Bryce Dessner.