WHOMADEWHO-EUROTOUR!

For everyone lucky enough to find themselves coincidentally lucky enough to be in the same city as WHOMADEWHO, check them out live. They spread mayhem, they ooze pulsating rhythms, they got the stuff, they ruff stuff that makes the sweat from your forehead sprinkle on the nearest people dancing on your right and left (if you're lucky enough, you'll get some of it on WHOMADEWHO, and get some back!!) Check out their rocking tunes, and see if you can catch them live! The three Danish boys are in a full blown euro tour (they're going to Brussels!! represent!) I am LITERALLY encouraging every Belgian to open up their minds to the gift of Disko Punk ... And if this miraculously get back to them... COME TO NYC!

The Kids Don't Stand A Chance-Miike Snow & Vampire Weekend

What the hell happened to the Postal Service? I miss their tasteful feng-shuiing of cheap electro sounds and ben Gibbard soft spoken words. Well now, I've got something to complete the Genius Playlist of the Postal Service: Miike Snow's remix of Vampire Weekend "The Kids Don't Stand A Chance." It's incredible what a few bleeps and beeps can do to an indie song. You can download and stream the track for free at RCRDLBL. Miike Snow is an American trio composed of Andrew Wyatt, Christian Karlsson and Pontus Winnberg. They got more phat beats on their Myspace page, where unfortunately, there are no concert dates to be found yet.... I am patiently waiting!

Side Kick - Deep Fear

Within the dark walls of the Antwerp minimal techno/house scenes, the most enticing beats usually resonate off the steaming bodies of ravers and the still-legal smoke of the crowd. Now that I don't permanently live there anymore, I usually take a pen to the spot and end up writing the absurd lyrics all over my hands and google the tracks the next day. Unfortunately, the best tracks are often stripped of their meaningless words and titillate you to a sonic climax. This was the case of Side Kick (productions)'s Deep Fear. The Italian DJ trio, hailing from mob-central Naples, is a noob in the house scene. Their underdeveloped MySpace page -showing that they have only been active since 2008- delights me. I was wondering why I hadn't heard of them before. The fact that they are so new to the scene and yet this track has already reached the greater northern Europe is quite an accomplishment. These guys are mixing geniuses, and I'll be following their moves for a while from their first album drop to the announcement of a tour. Rock on, ragazzi!

Deadmau5 @ webster hall

It was thanksgiving eve, one of the craziest event of the year (when you think about it it's really New Year's, Christmas, Halloween, and thanksgiving eve that pack the clubs like No Other!) 

Webster hall,  B'n'T,  Guido douchecentral, featured Deadmau5 as they main DJ. After a fight between some cocked up motherfucker and a seemingly innocent second party, Deadmau5's devilish laughter blasted across the room before he started his set. The minimalist DJ didn't have to work much to get his crowd pumping, and he didn't sweat it either. To a doped-out crowd, he kept the promise set through them by his CD. He added very little to the pre-disposed tracks. The music very good for someone who sees and hears Deadmau5 for a first time. His CD "Some Random Title" is the real cornerstone in minimal techno trance. 

The Budos Band

O-O-o-o-o-oh, yessss. More phat, funky beats PLEASE. 

The Budos Band.. yeah, you like that baby. That's the new sound we're riding with, it's the smooth beats we're going to make love to. These guys know what they're on about, they were raised in soul and funk, they grew up in the southern most point of the United States... wait, what?!?! Fuck! They're from Staten Island...

   Well, these Daptone Records ambassadors sure know how to put together a jam. These cats got three albums in the bag and a talent that spread evenly over the 12 members of the band. Some 5 different percussionists –from drums to congas, lay the foundation for the increadible winds collective – two trumpet players, a baritone and a tenor saxophone– topped by an electric and a bass guitar, and somehow, they managed to get an organ in the mix. The result: a banging cocktail that'll catch a bunch of different music enthusiasts, from pop to jazz, for an all-out, mind-fucking, back-in-time experience.  

Sam Jayne and The Simpson Soundsystem

A friend of mine sent me a bunch of songs from artists I didn't know to save me from my music writing block. I've been in a music rut of Techno and Girl Talk. The song that caught most of my attention was "Darker Still" by Sam Jayn And The Simpson Soundsystem. So after a few satisfactory listens, I checked them out on the broad cyberspace to find –essentially– nothing. Not a myspace page, not a website, just several sites offering a track up for download. 

Nice! That's about as hidden as I love my music. Since I can't tell you anything about the band, because even my itunes won't give me substantial stuff to work on, I'll tell you a bit about what I know. It has some Moby-esque elements of electro, but really, it's not. No, this track is a bonifide, hit-you-in-the-face-cause-you've-likely-never-heard-this-before smooth indie track. Almost like a Pink Floyd record without the experiment. Can't wait til I get some more info about these dudes

Hot Chip @ Terminal 5

Two songs into Hot Chip's recent gig in NYC, and I regretted not tripping on X. But with every great rendition of each song of their new album, Made In the Dark, and the temperature rising amidst the crowd of Chipheads bobbin' to the sultry sounds emanating from the speakers, I figured I would have probably died before even hearing their nasty break-down of "Hold On."

The quintet hailing from the UK, with an already well-established following in the States since their last gig at Webster Hall, keep pushing the boundaries of their own tracks at every show they perform. With the exquisite qualities of each song in the new record, the show could have really gone either way, disappointing over-enthusiastic fans or taking them on a sweet electronic ride; or in their case, causing one TOTAL, mind-fucking, roller-coaster musical experience. "Shake a Fist," "Out at the Pictures," and "Ready for the Floor" were distorted in a new light that their initial genius a new appealing aspect. But they really fucking nailed it with "Hold On," which was originally my favorite track on the album, by completely tearing up the rhythm, starting by speaking out the lyrics of the song with absolutely no back up from any of the instruments. Because it is arguably the most dance-ready track of the lot, the tension in the crowd was soaring. We were all hanging on to the edge of temporary insanity unable to figure out where this song was going. 

And they kept the crowd hot until the end, when they started off "In the Privacy of Our Love" with Sinnead O' Connor's "Nothing Compares To You." This was the ultimate cathartical orgasm to the intense sonically sexual experience I had just been a part of. No drugs, just sound.