Music Wire #10

My get up on Friday was quite unusual for some of my co-workers, I think. Hair combed for business, Kendrick Lamar Good Kid shirt, jeans, and loafers. I’m at my most comfortable. Only thing missing was a post-5 o’clock beverage.

One of the top brass at worked asked what my shirt was about. “Kendrick Lamar, he’s a rapper.” They replied with a simple “huh” and looked a little puzzled. I mentioned I had a wide ranging taste pallet.

Perhaps they should add my playlist to their Apple library?

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There’s a great mix of new releases coming from both the top of the charts and the relatively unknown.

2 Chainz’s Rap or Go to the League leads the pack for strongest overall album so far. Tracks 1 through 11 run smoothly. Unstoppable. “Money in The Way” nails a rap/pop structure perfectly riding on Epp’s hook line, bombastic horns, and timed repetition under 3 minutes.

The feature list is an embarrassment of riches tapping Kendrick Lamar, Ariana Grande, Lil Wayne, Mike Dean and Pharrell on the boards, and Lebron James executively producing, explaining his lack of defense recently.

Reworking an old song on “2 Dollar Bill” ensnares better than the original. The E40 filter throughout the tracks keeps me drawn in with beats you could play on a loop all night.

I’ve already filed this one away for consideration towards the end of the year list. Hopefully YBN Cordae shows up on that list too.

Some have named him a bridge between generations within hip-hop, and I’ll buy stock in that. I’m in my late twenties, whatever that means, leaning towards 90’s rap. So when Dr. Dre works with Cordae, on his birthday, that’s all the affirmation I need.

No details on full studio album. He has a few mixtapes under an old moniker.

On the underground end I’m glad to see Andrew Whiting resurfacing again, or maybe I should say rebooting. After Attack Attack! disbanded he put together Drudge in Texas, put out some songs, and went silent for a few years.

With their new single “Tunnel Vision” they’re jumping into the game full force. Whiting sounds like a new player using anthemic riffs over chugging for the song’s foundation. This is not a metalcore band but Whiting’s love of low toning still remains. There’s a lot of groove here in a Dimebag modern rock way.

Speaking of heavy, Wage War has been rising in metalcore for a few years now. Honestly I’ve dismissed most of what the scene has produced with few exceptions. They started to win me over with the addition of “Low” to my gym playlist.

I’d heard it enough and wanted to hear what else they had, as I tried to get my cookie dough ass into shape after work. Put on Deadweight if you wanna pump that iron.

My criticism originally remains fair. These bands aren’t reinventing the wheel here, but then who is in music? Feel free to grill me but if you’re lecturing my little blog clearly no one should know them.

Anyways, music feels a bit like everything has been done but Wage War reveal themselves as one of those whom good song writing. They’ve taken this style, metalcore, and concocted a superb iteration.

Each track gets progressively better too. All the best songs aren’t stacked at the top, which made my work better as I worked through my routine.

My favorite tracks like “Witness” and “Indestructible” employ the same troupe all the successful metalcore bands use before they break through as a band. The meat of the vocals still lie in the screaming but reserve the cleans for well timed choruses. The clean singer also has the right kind of range.

On “Witness” when the pitch raises it’s not too high and hits with a little sand paper. There’s a balance of skill and performance with natural roughness. The chorus in the middle is also followed by a wonderful bouncy riff I could push through my sets to.

Graupel from Japan also made their way into aiding my workouts. I found them through a friend in the scene while reveling over Crystal Lake. More on them for another time. Japan suddenly possesses fertilest grounds for the new wave of metalcore.

It’s magnificent to see the country produce band after band recently. Graupel’s debut sounds like Parkway Drive’s Deep Blue on Veil of Maya brand PCP. The shit will make you move. The first few tracks don’t let up for a more than a second.

My favorite track “Horizon” might as well be an ode to Parkway’s album of the same title. The build-up a third of the way through djents into a Veil-ish barrage, finishing with dump-truck breakdown. They don’t make’em like that in the west anymore.

Friday was International Women’s Day which made this Henry Rollins clip very timely. He recognizes women have taken charge in punk, producing the most interesting and cutting edge music in the alternative scene.

Like a snail, of course, I’m behind on some of his suggested listenings. High Tension being the best of those. They have some older Mastodon riffing crossed with a little Converge. Not as black as King Woman but in the same ball park.

This is a band I’ve got to see live. The stuff can be brooding and dark but I can also see myself head banging and pushing around in the pit at the local dive. Frontwoman Karina Utomo roars with the best of them.

Her screeches fit very well within the band’s arrangements and tone. The lows reach the correct depth when called upon, which from experience presents everyone difficulty. She and the band are for real. Definitely my taste: heavy, divey, and diverse in every way.

Maybe you’ll add or at least skim my playlists and suggests for your own mixes. I haven’t found much inspiration recently to write but this array of new selections can get one a little motivated to complete their workout routines or move along in one’s day.

Welcome to Dryden

After 12 hours of delay, $60 in Uber rides, and whole day of wasted vacation I made it to Ithaca.

We spent Sunday hanging out at home with quick into town for breakfast and warmer coat for me to sport while I’m here. The drastic difference in weather bewilders me. It’s been snowing all day, yet it’s bearable conditions for the community.

The cold immediately whips your face when you step outside. My nose felt like it was cracking Saturday night waiting for my ride to fetch me. Thankfully I’m here and enjoying my vacation far, far, away from work with my girlfriend. Last night was nice just hanging out playing Pokémon while she finished some work.

She goes to class during the day which allows me time, and no excuses, to scrub down my to-do list. Hanging out on a university campus and atmosphere influences some working honesty.

At home I get distracted so easily. I find ways to waste a whole day doing nothing I’m proud of. I’ll have time for productivity and fun this week.

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Comfort at Home

My goal is to feel ready to go back to work and face the rest of the year by the time Friday morning rolls around. I need to set some short term goals for the next few months along with some longer term, perhaps, life goals.

I met with a team lead from a department I’m interested in working last week. We had a really nice conversation and hit it off really well. I keep find I’m kindred spirits with each person I met from the group. The phrase came up again with her, unsolicited too.

It seems like a fit but how do I break through the barrier?

The key is to not get ahead of myself and start imagining working there full-time. First just get some exposure, if possible. Shadow over there first. Make sure it’s something I want to do while at the same time making a contingency plan with my supervisor.

My primary goal this year is to advance beyond my current position and department.

Ideally I can get on this urgently, fresh from vacation, when I return home. Finally I feel a bit of clarity in wake of floundering through a gloomy fog.

There’s a long list of albums I’ve started to eat through while typing my hopes and dream away.

Gave Artificial Selection another chance before going to Swanfest next month. It’s much better than I remember. I got burnt out on Dance Gavin Dance after I went on a 6 month bender with them. Collected 3 LPs and saw them twice in that time.

This version of the band found its best formula on Mothership stepping up tablature heat index on this outing.

Saying it’s more of the same is a bit dismissive, yet it’s no different from when I roll down to my taco shop and order the same shit every time. Carne Asada fries always taste great and never surprise me with declining flavor.

I’d have to ask for something new, and unknown, for a fresh experience, which I won’t ask of them or DGD.

Similarly Parquet Courts developed a popular sound receiving more publicity with Wide Awake! They’ve released 6 albums yet I only found them last year. Originally from New York City, their taste for 70’s art rock isn’t all too surprising except for the briefness in which it’s done.

Call it post-punk, garage rock, whatever, they’ve dialed into an easily understood rock sound which elicits movement. The guitar distortion sounds purposely lofi for an artsy aesthetic but serves to energize, not overwhelm, the funky rhythms.

While it’s definitely a hipster’s delight, I don’t see myself listening to Wide Awake! again; however, I find the funk and art rock arrangements vibe with my city lifestyle. It’s a soundtrack for city folk like me.

On my way over to Ithaca I rolled through Crystal Lake’s Helix and Czarface Meets Ghostface while playing Pokémon. I’m debating reviewing Helix or taking another approach in blogging my thoughts.

People don’t generally read album reviews anymore so how do you engage people to both hear the subject and find substance in your words? Perhaps this requires help from Jake and Andrew. Thoughts for another day.

I really enjoyed bobbing along Czarface’s album almost completing a second run on the plane. So fucking tired of the saturation of trap beats and mumble rap. Far more repetitive, and tiresome, sound motifs reoccur in trap than in metalcore. Fight me.

Again, another day for that. Remembering I’m actually on vacation I need to enjoy myself everyday, not just work. There’s enough time for both.

Swooning

I’m sitting in an airport waiting for my flight to depart. Of course I’m one of those people who shows up early. Regretfully didn’t take down a night cap before leaving. Thankfully sleep’s merciful release will swoon me as soon as my ass crashes the seat. Hoping for as much REM as possible.

Last time I wrote from the airport, I took stock of how far I’d come navigating independence. Dealing with a break-up. Last time I visited a close friend in Japan. Now a girlfriend, a little closer by.

Did not think I’d be saying that going into 2018. I wanted it to happen so badly again but of course these things always happen unexpectedly, by circumstance. I’ll be with her for a week, the most time we’ve had the fortune of spending together. What luck I have the means and time to see her.

I can imagine the future taking shape how wonderful that might be; however, I’ve felt the disappointment of a fizzled future. Enjoy the present. Appreciate the waking moment, it’s already passing. Savor it while it’s happening. The future is… Air!