The Borzoi is a weird-ass breed. Looks like a Nintendo Greyhound. There was this one Instagram Borzoi I was obsessed with during the pandemic… That dog never seemed to leave their owner’s backyard. Borzoi the band is blasted but still somewhat tuneful; I imagine more kids will start projects like this in a year or so, after they get sick of The Rapture and discover Load and Siltbreeze.
Sexyy Redd “Female Gucci Mane”
“Female Gucci Mane/Big ass diamond chain.” Sexyy Redd knows how to write a hook. Love the beat, too. Got that Zaytoven twinkle and those highlight reel horns. Sounds like it should be soundtracking a teenager from Ohio dunking during an AAU game.
If I am keeping it 100 with you people, this is exactly what I want out of a hardcore song. It’s under a minute long and it’s about going to get snacks with your friends. I wonder what my communist grandfather would’ve thought about this blog, or my life. Would he have come to the conclusion that I have developed zero meaningful skills or ideals and that I have in fact squandered all my time and energy accumulating pointless knowledge of niche music genres? There’s no way he would’ve thought that.
The Hellp “California Dream Girl”
A weird, catchy combination of peak YOLO pop and electroclash and Amen breaks, “California Dream Girl” feels like a synthesis of the kind of music people like myself were making at DIY spaces in the mid-2000s and the kind of music that was actually on the radio at the time. I might be an aging millennial hipster music blogger, but I’m not an embittered nerd.
A new collection of RP Boo archival cuts came out last week. Seems like a fair amount of these tracks have been previously released in one form or another, but it’s always nice to hear music from the man. If you’ve never messed with footwork before, this compilation is not a bad place to start. RP Boo is a master of the form; “Eraser” fucks with my head as much now as it did back in 2010.
MIX OF THE WEEK: DJ Mark N “Easiest $300 I Ever Made”
When I’m feeling confused, I like to listen to gabber. Not a constructive response to stress. Mark N from the legendary Australian group Nasenbluten has to be one of the sickest hardcore techno turntablists of all time. This ‘97 mix is a straight tour de force of distorted 909 kick drums and half-time rap samples. It’s a good soundtrack to yet another scene in the middling A24 rave movie I have been slowly constructing in my head: The car chase between the cops and the drug dealer in a souped-up Honda Civic.