Looking for some disturbing music to soundtrack your Halloween weekend? Look no further than Ho99o9 (pronounced “horror”), the duo behind a highly intimidating brand of aggro rap. Ho99o9 are releasing their three-track EP specially for Halloween, and today we share it with you. “Da Blue Nigga From Hell Boy,” a post-apocalyptic, formidable diatribe delivered with unbridled aggression and fervor, kicks things off. Nodding to Death Grips in its prevailing sense of doom, and Tyler, The Creator in its confrontational attitude, the track could soundtrack a traumatic nightmare or a zombie takeover. “Don’t want your money, just the sounds of hearing you bleed,” is growled over calculated explosions of bass interspersed with shrill screams. From there, “Hated In Amerika” is an all-out hardcore song, and “Dark Paradise” closes out the tracklist with a hellish ethereal slow jam. The EP artwork should give you a good idea of what it sounds like. Get into the Halloween spirit and listen below.
Perfume Genius brought “Queen” to Letterman last night. Rocking an all-white suit with a collar around his neck, Mike Hadreas gave a stunning performance for his late-night TV debut. His voice sounds a little shot, but he’s been on tour non-stop since the end of August so that’s understandable. What he lacks in vocals, he makes up for in his characteristic intensity. Watch below.
Early this week, the Canadian broadcast network CBC announced that it had severed its relationship with the broadcaster Jian Ghomeshi, amidst allegations that Ghomeshi had non-consensually beat up four different women during sexual encounters. Ghomeshi responded on Facebook, claiming that his first accuser was a jilted ex and that he enjoys consensual BDSM. That whole “consensual” thing has come under increasing scrutiny in the past few days; The Toronto Star reports that eight different women (including one Canadian TV star) have come forward to accuse Ghomeshi of violence, sexual abuse, or harassment. Amanda Palmer had been planning to have Ghomeshi as a guest during a forthcoming book tour stop in Toronto, and she weighed in on Facebook, writing that “of course” Ghomeshi would still be a guest and that “what happens behind closed doors is never knowable.” Since then, she’s jumped on Facebook to further address the situation, and her latest missive uses the word “hate” four different times. Here’s what she writes:
Robin Thicke and Pharrell have been in a heated legal battle with Marvin Gaye’s estate over similarities between “Blurred Lines” and “Got To Give It Up,” and it’s been a complicated and convoluted affair so far. Spin reports that Judge John Kronstadt ruled yesterday that the estate “made a sufficient showing that elements of ’Blurred Lines’ may be substantially similar to protected, original elements of ’Got to Give It Up.’ Defendants have identified these with particularity for purposes of analytic dissection.” Thicke and Pharrell were seeking a summary judgement in the case, but because of Judge Kronstadt’s ruling, the case will continue forward as planned with a trial scheduled for February 10, 2015.
Funny thing about suicide: It’s not a mystery to be solved. When someone you know, or someone you admire, takes her own life, there’s always a temptation to rifle through your memories of that person, looking for some clue of what might happen. It’s not there — or, if it is, there’s usually no reason to think of it as a clue at the time. I once had a next-door neighbor, a guy I didn’t really know, who killed himself one afternoon while I was home on the other side of his living room wall. The street filled up with emergency vehicles, cops milled around outside and refused to answer questions, and the dead man’s loved ones walked in and and walked out in some hell-trance. The next morning, everything was gone, and the trash truck picked up the dead man’s garbage just like they picked up mine. This was someone I saw every day or two, someone who grilled outside a lot and had a really pleasant what’s-up wave. The news that he’d killed himself didn’t compute. But then, I didn’t know him, and I never will. It was the same with Kurt Cobain. Millions of us felt like we knew this guy. None of us did. Cobain recorded the live album MTV Unplugged In New York a few months before he died, and it came out a few months after. If you were of a certain age and disposition, you might’ve spent hours combing through the album, looking for some indication of what he was going through. Was that voice-crack on “Where Did You Sleep Last Night” a kind of involuntary musical suicide warning? Well, no. No, it wasn’t. And MTV Unplugged In New York wasn’t a road map to the end of Cobain’s life. It was, instead, an exceptional performance, beautifully recorded. And that was enough for all-time classic status.
Avey Tare’s music is already pretty cinematic, but his new video for “Catchy (Was Contagious)” takes his compositions to new heights. He creates a film score that gurgles, twists, and pulls for his nine-minute long homage to monster movies. We follow our protagonist, a young blonde-haired boy, as he encounters realistic-looking versions of monster tropes: we see Frankenstein’s creation, a werewolf, the creature from the Black Lagoon, and the Invisible Man. It’s all foreboding and very little follow-through, until the second half of the video when the actual song begins, and then it turns into a desperate chase. Slasher Flicks band member Angel Deradoorian makes a cameo as a shop owner. The elaborate video, which is shot in soft black-and-white, was directed by Abigail Portner. Watch below.
Right now, the War On Drugs are embroiled in the bitterest alt-rock blood feud since Pavement/Smashing Pumpkins. (Somehow, though, both the War On Drugs and Sun Kil Moon are Pavement in this one, albeit in different ways. Does Mark Kozelek really think beer commercial music supervision hasn’t advanced in the last 25 years? What’s he been watching on TV?) The ongoing clash did not, however, prevent the War On Drugs from performing on Conan mere days after Kozelek spent an entire song doing the Nelson Muntz point-and-laugh thing at them. On the show, they played the Lost In The Dream track “Burning” and sounded fucking great doing it. This is probably the best riposte they could offer any foe: Just playing their music, on a large platform, and doing it searingly well. Watch it below.
Flying Lotus follows up the instant-classic “Never Catch Me” with another fantastic video for “Ready Err Not” that takes his new album’s obsession with death to gruesome ends. Directed and animated by David Firth (best known for the webseries Salad Fingers), it stars a lot of creepy-crawlies and spooky man-babies whose intestines always seem to be falling out. Flying Lotus gets his head chopped off within the first 30 seconds. It’s gory, but also oddly beautiful: bodies get ripped apart in slow-motion and it reads like poetry. Watch below.