No Pain In Pop

Sling It

Another name for your young beat collective: London’s Arthur Cayzer, AKA Pariah, whose tracks glide with a rare poise. ‘Detroit Falls’ confuses soulful Dilla bomp’n'clap with haunting dubplate textures and house roll to authoritative and addictive effect, while ‘Don’t Go’ is a crystal-eyed 2-step meditative for Cayzer’s beloved night bus. ‘Jelly Baby’ is different - all sloppy synths flaring up around your jowls, an itching, wobbling thing that fruits around amid the safety of hench bass-weight.

There’s something incredibly exciting about all this whateveritis - this constant spooling, globular mutation taking place out on the electronic hinterlands. And whateveritis wasn’t supposed to sound like a medical condition, but maybe that’s the best way to see it; as something gone awry in medicated minds, something lost or just absorbed differently in the initial awe at heroes like Dilla, MJ Cole, Parrish and Burial and the defect gets hammered out over and over again until it takes on traits of its own for others to see and send skewiff. We are all ears cupped and tilted at odd angles.

Anyway, Joy Orbison, 141, FaltyDL, sbtrkt, Floating Points and now, Pariah - heaven is a Zone 2 house party with this loose troop. Sling it, all summer.



MP3: Pariah - Detroit Falls (Mixdown)



MP3: Pariah - Don’t Go (Unmastered Demo)



MP3: Pariah - Jelly Baby (Demo)

Tags: arthur cayzer, pariah

Zephyr dries your wet heir

If these are: the y e a r s /of/ w e i r d o POP, senile and lost in bedrooms that float lone and adrift from mortar, of wet eyes surrounded by trinkets from Aunty and personality bubbles that are somehow yet to BURST, if this is: d e a t h of the pop(ular) chart, in place of ‘Top Tens’ scrawled not from sales figures or coin-in-pocket hand thrusting but from the extent of readily available memory cells (dependent upon: in-brain booze linger/the e m p t i n e s s of moments//enthusiasm) dialled like the digits of a (possibly defunct?) telephone s u p p o r t line: if this is: the breaking apart of EM P A TH Y into hardened stones to hurl the way of a hundred other hardened stoners: if this is: POP IDOl prog-bait (‘lo-fi’) F-I-Z-Z open-bracket-) ‘in eyebrows raised the way of inverted commas’ readthegapsbetweenletters proselytes* then Chaz Bundick is surely set to swim in lemonade forever.

Toro Y Moi is Bundick’s side-project and it sounds like Ariel Pink or Night Control jacking Air France’s Warm Jets and turning them Midas gold. Bundick is from Columbia, South Carolina, where he also plays with The Heist And The Accomplice. Sample line, coming through the F-I-Z-Z: “feel the night slit my throat”. Heavy snares. Squidgy, sullen, gut-jump synths. Messages into bottles and hurled out into space. Glug.



MP3: Toro Y Moi - Sad Sams



MP3: Toro Y Moi - 109

Tags: chaz bundick, toro y moi