Lekl X Bfb Da Packman “Wok Hearts & Pop Tarts”
I’m a simple man: if I see a video of two people barring out and eating snacks at a gas station, I’m probably going to like it. If they are from the Rustbelt, those odds go up even higher. Seems like the two are reporting from both a 7-11 and a Shell Station, but I can’t verify that.
What we have here is some 100 percent nasty techno bass, guided by what sounds like an ancient pungi chop and fried 808s. Perfect electro for that broken subwoofer in the back of your 1998 Civic. Perfect electro for a party where the people really want to go all the way.
There is nothing better than punk shows at chain restaurants. We all love that hardcore Denny’s video, but what do you know about The Coneheads outside of a “Rock N’ Roll” Hardee’s in Illinois? Adding to this recent history of American madness is last fall’s Gel performance live from a Sonic Drive-In in New Jersey. I’m sensing a bit of a theme this week. Anyways: I like the new Gel single. That B section has a nice little bounce to it.
AyooLii (Feat. Renzo, Maz G, Samson2Slapped) “Buss Shit Down”
First Billdiffern posted it, then Schwarz emailed it to me, and now you are reading about it on John’s Music Blog. Crazy how that works. Milwaukee is on fire right now. How do I describe? Well, there’s bursting emo guitars and autotune, for sure. Then there’s the hectic 8th note 808 claps. Sounds like if Certified Trapper discovered The Promise Ring.
Poison Ruin are a skillfully-branded Philly band poised to serve a few specific record collector niches. They fuse dungeon synth and punk and chainmail to create something that somebody somewhere is going to really, really like. Is that a person who wears a denim vest and has a mullet? Who am I to say… Doesn’t hurt that the band knows how to write a decent tune. Go ahead, swing that mace one time.
MIX OF THE WEEK: DJ Ro Watts “Flipset Fred Radio Tribute Mix”
Last month, the New Orleans bounce artist and producer Flipset Fred passed away. Here is a mix saluting a figure that clearly meant a lot to the scene. It’s also a testament to bounce’s sustained manic power. American Music 101.