I’ve realized that I may have accidentally kicked off this brand new year with a less than satisfactory attitude. See, considering most of us feed not on food and water, but rather, on repetitive loops and largely spastic sound frequencies, I feel that my choice to post a less-than-sweaty track as the first of the new year may have proven a near fatal mistake for all but the heartiest of readers. Fortunately, I’ve come to my senses, and have no other goal than to take you all off of your hypothetical life support; you’d be surprised how readily a decent kick drum can replace those clunky defibrillators. Psh… ancient technology.

Fake Blood

He goes by the name Fake Blood, and he likes to keep himself out of all his myspace photos. Well, that, or he morphs himself into an aqueous blob, probably because he’s well aware of just how brilliant his ridiculous sounds are, and so he decided to practice avoiding his inevitable fame in advance. Fortunately for you, these disco roots stretch to wonderland and back, and have allowed me to make the connection between Fake Blood and one, Touché. (Please, feel free to explore this recently constructed hallway to new noise.) Now, in case you’re curious, the two aliases are a necessity, due mostly to the fact that this London producer’s extremely peculiar sounds cannot be contained by a mere single name, and frankly, I’m surprised that two is even enough. Instead of following the standard electro process and rearranging the same synths and sounds into a different pattern to create “new” tracks (kinda like Mexican food), Fake Blood formulates a giant spider web of familiar, yet altered sounds, that provide adequate transitions into altogether unheard of noises (including, but not limited to: blips, whips whoops, whops, pangs, and in one particular case, elevator dings). It hurts me to make associations here, however, since I can’t have any potential dance floor occupants avoiding this one, I’ll go so far as to say that Fake Blood (at least to me) welcomes the production style of Herve, but with a whole other world of sounds and rhythms.

Personally, this seems a more fitting and energetic approach to (optimism, please) an increasingly inspired year. (Although in all honesty, my apologies go to yee all, for failing to post these deviant works earlier on).

Hot Chip - Touch Too Much (Fake Blood Remix)

UNKLE - Restless (Fake Blood Remix)

Fake Blood - Mars

I realize the Lemur’s probably going to egg my home for saying this, but I feel I owe you all the deepest of apologies for having nearly disappeared from the blogging world for more than a week! *Cringe* Now, I could go on and spend a bit of time assuring both myself and the disco starved kids around here that my excuse is within reason, however, I feel that it makes more logical sense to simply satisfy the collectively lustful hunger for audio that I’m sure we’re all likely experiencing, as soon as possible. (My excuse would have been lame anyway) As such, I’m proud to present to you, without further ado, Roger… Seventytwo!

Rogerseventytwo

So I realize I’ve I’ve been doing quite a bit of genre classification recently, and I’m not entirely too proud of it. Genre’s tend to be based more off of the mathematical side of music (how many beats in a bar, different repetition styles, etc.), and it’s only thanks to my rediscovery of this particularly festive Rogerseventytwo track that I’ve been able to regain control over my mind, so that I might return to appreciating and grouping songs based on the way they make me feel, and not the title that iTunes assigns them.

You might ask why it was this particular track that jarred me back into reality, and I could definitely spend some time answering that question if I wanted to. I could mention the sparks that flew the first time it came on. I could mention the peak hour, euphoric feeling that only a certain few tracks have ever allowed me to feel. I could mention how it was instantly categorized in the holy archives of my mind among the likes of Daft Punk’s One More Time, and Voodoo Chili’s I Need, as one of those triumphant, blissfully sustained cries of joy where no matter how many times you’ve heard the same 4 second loop, you’re always disappointed when the track winds to a close. But in this case, I don’t think there’s any better way to experience the wonder that our humble little Dutch friend has fabricated than first hand. I would, however, recommend that a buddy agrees to keep an eye on you before you let this little kicker do it’s thing. You’re going to want someone to find you when you get lost in your head.

DJ DLG - Paramount (Rogerseventytwo Remix)