If this post were an animal, it’d definitely be a mouse.

Somehow, in the last five days that I’ve gone letting myself become consumed by every possible distraction, I’ve somehow still managed to stumble across some of the most fascinating, imaginative, and ever so incredibly fresh tracks that I’ve heard in quite some time. It’s almost like finding cheese in a little nook in the wall. I do think that most of us are, by now, probably at least a little turned off when a so called “new” track starts off with the oh so familiar:

- Kick
- Snare/Kick
- Kick
- WeirdNoise/Snare/Kick
- Repeat…. for four minutes

Son of Dave

With this in consideration, I’m genuinely proud to say that this next tune, which is presented to you through a tag-team effort between London beatbox-blues/former Crash Test Dummies member Benjamin Darvill (working under the name Son of Dave), and Michel BoomBass, the French mastermind notorious for his work as one half of the the Cassius duo, is extraordinarily new, in the true sense of the word. It does indeed fully qualify as a part of the disco genre, however, the blues-heavy sounds of the original track are left undistorted, and are used as the backbone of the remix, which slides the overall impression more towards the dance-rock type tunes that we’ve been hearing recently from artists like DatA, VHS or Beta, Klaxons and Digitalism. In short, you likely won’t be spinning this track for a club full of electro-heads, but that’s not to say you won’t feel like buying yourself a pair of green American Apparel underwear and dancing around your room for a good long while.

Son of Dave - Hellhound (BoomBass Jack on the Rock remix)

And just incase that didn’t do you in, here’s a little toss in that’s sure to push you over the top. Clearly, Mr. Darvill has some class in his taste of music.

Black Holes

Having deviated slightly from the usual disco theme, I must now overcompensate with a couple producers from nearly the opposite end of the spectrum: Having recently been called “the next Crookers” by Hot Biscuits, it’s kinda difficult to deny that Chicago’s Black Holes probably have less than a month or two before they’re throwing all that anxious youth to the floor at Cinespace. Black Holes [...edit...] have adopted a certain style (one that I’ve been calling Minimalectro) which certainly does give them a Crookers-ish feel, but more than that, it’s got that bit of a spark that one tends to notice occasionally; The one that, for some strange reason, keeps you looking for more, despite the fact that you can’t quite figure out what it is that you even like about it in the first place. Point being: you’ll soon be hearing quite a bit more from the windy city.

Black Holes - I’m a Beast