No Pain In Pop

Jackin’

No Pain In Pop is proud to present a mix from London’s Sam Butler. Words from Butler below and a track list after the jump.

“On a distant planet in the jacking zone Fingers Inc. have been displaying another side of house music since before anyone knew there was one.” Simon Witter (NME, 1988).

It’s a bit galling when the best record you’ve heard in ages is from someone who’s been around for over 20 years. But Larry Heard’s new 12” on Alleviated is immense. Tangerine Dream Italo vibes all the way.

You can stick Alex O Smith on a list of buy-on-site producers - right next to John Daly, Newworldaquarium and MoveD - who continue to display another side of house.

MP3: Sam Butler - Warehouse Mix

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Tags: inner city, martin buttrich, mix, nwaq, omar s, sam butler

Cosy

These are no humble horns, riverside renditions of ‘Summertime’, but like a fog of droning Tranes and Lockjaws getting to grips with tape loops. Prolific 24-year-old Italian Valerio Cosi’s billowing sax symphonies of mutant brass and analogue ambience weigh down heavy on the innards. Take ‘Emmanuelle Beart’ with its thick blanket of lairy saxophone blows that position themselves between the frenetic slaps of Eric Copeland and Sun Ra’s lurid muscle. Take ‘I Wanna Be Free’ with its prime hip-swinging clatter from the Cosi collective’s recent Collected Works (out on Porter Records). Both’ll have you in fits.



MP3: Valerio Cosi - Emmanuelle Beart



MP3: Valerio Cosi - I Wanna Be Free

Tags: horns, loops, porter records, valerio cosi

:::::::Winners

Luggin’ valve amps from Las Vegas, Old Blood set themselves down on your greedy lobes a couple minutes before heading inside to fry your brains, dragging all of Nevada’s empty air and silence with them. The more you turn up, the more of those quiet molecules’ll turn, fuming and grand strut, like Jael and Caleb shuffled up to Link Wray a long time ago and asked him to turn the shrapnel pulled from piggie’s guts into liquor. A few minutes later Fred’s on his knees handing eight-year-olds a 40oz of Hurricane Malt and blowing fag smoke in the faces of the American young - yes, such obscured lead lines stretch back behind Old Blood like sorry, raw tendrils; further than the history of hardcore as drums just keep on, and in the hot noise voices bark, humans crying out.



MP3: Old Blood - I Win



MP3: Old Blood - Colors Within Boundary



MP3: Old Blood - RISIN’ FROM THE DEAD

Tags: bands that say they're from Las Vegas but might not actually be from Las Vegas, old blood

Back On The Regs

Ducktails’ Matthew Mondanile seems like he’s got friends alive in every state in America. This blogged press from the LA Weekly places him in Massachusetts, while some of the most recent photographs from his Flickr account find him horsing around beneath Californian palms. When he sent his latest email across to me he’d just got back to New York from Philadelphia. The tracks posted at his MySpace page (location: Ridgewood, New Jersey) pan out in a way that makes it hard not to conceive of Mondanile as a surf dude on the drift, gently overwhelming with squinting, red-eyed guitar like slithers of emergent sun; sand shaken from beach bass bins by bluntsucking, bottle-draining tumbles of keys and noise. More specifically: rad, rad times that fall between ears hearing The Durutti Column and earlier Ecstatic Sunshine. We’ve a couple of downloads for you – ‘Point Pleasant Beach’ and ‘Pizza Time’ fall hazily into each other just like they did on the A-side of a 7” put out by Breaking World Records (buy) and another, longer jam called ‘Surf’s Up’ which you should watch with the video lurking after the jump.



MP3: Ducktails - ‘Point Pleasant Beach’/'Pizza Time’



MP3: Ducktails - ‘Surf’s Up’

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Tags: beach jams, ducktails, jetpack, matthew mondanile, not not fun, sun araw, surfs up, wavves

Thys N Mash

Coming up for air from beneath the suffocated AM transmissions of Ariel Pink, Haunted Graffiti guitarist Cole Train’s solo works with The Samps gleam with infinite sonic clarity. After the mighty ‘TrainCUMMINGS a Litl More’ was cast with such ruvid ease, ‘Mashed Skins’ and ‘Magnetic Thys’ hurtle us on to the secret level at odyssey’s end, replenished to full health and triple gunning for boss blood; flooding out to explore every avenue your ears are unwilling to offer up with the erraticism of the later, greater Jay Dee and the low-slung gambol of Flying Lotus. Such comparisons offer nothing in the way of clues - why depend on words plucked from wet air when you can just press play and let the weekend’s collisions begin.



MP3: The Samps - Mashed Skins



MP3: The Samps - Magnetic Thys

Tags: cole train, haunted graffiti, the samps

Archivist #1: Eddie Palmieri

Eddie Palmieri’s been busting out his sweltering Latin jazz jams for over half a century. In that time he’s been showered with a ton of awards, but with roots music like his it’s probably more telling to go back to the source than to wallow in the glorious extrapolations. Born in New York’s Spanish Harlem in 1936, Palmieri’s percussive pianism was his route out of the Puerto Rican Barrio, the keen rhythms of his various bands and orchestras underpinning a lightness of touch like the fine momentum of limbering through a new city at dusk, dying sunlight inching into odd corners and colonnades on some earth-bound missionary flex.



MP3: Eddie Palmieri - My Spiritual Indian



MP3: Eddie Palmieri - Que Suene La Orquesta

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Tags: eddie palmieri, latin jazz, nu yorica, soul jazz