Monday, April 30, 2012

Putting it out there.


So for the last 3 years or so, there's a debate that's been raging in the dubstep community about the legitimacy of "Brostep," which first started off as a mutant, aggressive version of dubstep with more emphasis placed on ravey, hi- and mid-range sounds, rather than focusing on sub-bass and the traditional low end of the frequency spectrum.

What's happened now is brostep has replaced dubstep in terms of worldwide popularity, thanks to rave DJs (first Rusko, then Excision and now Skrillex) emphasizing this souped-up, steroidal version of dubstep. The dubstepforum is pissed to see their original beloved bass beats transformed into basically a slower version of happy hardcore.

This mix is comprised of other current happenings in the dubstep scene, tracks that tend to avoid the screechy, mid-range stuff and concentrate on depth & roots. It starts out kinda grimey and ends up in deep space.

Friday, April 27, 2012

I come from a place where the rets are big is alley kets.



"I had no money. I didn't have a house to stay in. But brotha, let me tell you somethin, nobody ever pushed me around."
- B.A. Baracus


Thursday, April 26, 2012

Sim Ski

I blew some cash on these two clean time wasters...



...and now I'm trying to keep it hot and learn the basic principles of the Warthog.

Monday, April 23, 2012

World, Meet Cock.

Well you see, at the end of the day, when all's been said and done - make a long story short - the world can suck my Cock.


Thursday, April 19, 2012

And then there's this.




Flamadiddles 3000



Its probably more complicated than a flam paradiddle. This track came out 3 years ago but its still tight as fuck.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

That's Paul Shih...


Paul Shih, DJ K-ing at Sisters in Sound at Lotus (sistersinsound.com)

.. on the left. I'm pretty hammed right now and I almost forgot left from right for a moment (not really; it was more a moment of deep self-doubt), but the one thing I needed to do before going to bed was make sure there was a blog post on teh intratubes about Paul Shih, owner and manager of the Lotus Soundbar in Honolulu, and quite possibly the greatest connoisseur of sound frequencies I've ever encountered.

Paul is the kind of guy that knows the high mid highs from the mid high highs and hears things that ordinary men are incapable of comprehending, using his superpowers to promote good for the fledgling electronic music scene here in our peaceful isle metropolis..

So here's to Paul. Fx out.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

The history of music should have skipped jazz...

...and gone straight to this. Well, not really. I'm diggin jazz in most of its forms more and more each day.

The Bad +



Monday, April 09, 2012

Dr. Ellis Dee & the no-hitter


"I can only remember bits and pieces of the game. I was psyched. I had a feeling of euphoria. I was zeroed in on the (catcher's) glove, but I didn't hit the glove too much. I remember hitting a couple of batters, and the bases were loaded two or three times. The ball was small sometimes, the ball was large sometimes, sometimes I saw the catcher, sometimes I didn't. Sometimes, I tried to stare the hitter down and throw while I was looking at him. I chewed my gum until it turned to powder. I started having a crazy idea in the fourth inning that Richard Nixon was the home plate umpire, and once I thought I was pitching a baseball to Jimi Hendrix, who to me was holding a guitar and swinging it over the plate. They say I had about three to four fielding chances. I remember diving out of the way of a ball I thought was a line drive. I jumped, but the ball wasn't hit hard and never reached me." - Dock Ellis

Sunday, April 08, 2012

Friday, April 06, 2012

Liquid Ski



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ski_%28soda%29

Zoobie Zoobie Zoo, Zoobie Zoo, Zoobie Zoo, Zoobie Zoobie Zoo...



I meant to post this last week, mainly as grassroots advertising for Mad Men, which is still a good show after taking a year and a half off. Disclaimer: listening to this song might implant it into your brainhole like an earwig for a good 2-5 days after listening. That's the paradox of music: this song is infinitely poppy, and the lyrics are just as dumb if you translate them to english, but somebody's selling a shitload of mp3s right now (and vinyl back in the day).