In a time when big name acts of previous decades fill stadiums with their comeback tours, relentless nostalgia has become an industry of its own. The familiarities of the past providing a sort of cultural comfort blanket. There’s nothing inherently wrong with a bit of nostalgia, but mining an earlier era as an artistic source, can quickly put an artist in a particular bracket.
Singer-songwriter and all-round jazztronica sensation Anna Stubbs aka Kinzoogianna joyously avoids the pitfalls of retro-ism with The Clique of ’86, her second solo effort. On this fun and deeply gratifying set of tracks, she couples forward-looking contemporary jazz with a multitude of ’80s styles and sonic inflections to deliver a musical experience that is tongue…
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Compiled by Jonny Slut of the influential mid-week London club night Nag Nag Nag, When the 2000s Clashed: Machine Music for a New Millennium anthologizes the hipster club scene of the decade, starting with the electroclash movement and moving through dance-punk revival on to blog-house. Electroclash stapes like Peaches, ADULT., Fischerspooner, and Ladytron all appear on the first two discs, which also feature neo-electro classics like Vitalic’s vampire-rave bloodcurdler “Poney Pt. I” and Legowelt’s sublime “Disco Rout.” The haunting vibes continue with a remix of Golden Boy and Miss Kittin’s “Rippin Kittin” and Pet Shop Boys’ remix of Atomizer’s “Hooked on Radiation,” while the likes of Detroit Grand Pubahs’ “Sandwiches” and Avenue D’s “Do I Look Like a Slut?” revel…
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A steady drip of aqueous, IDM-tinted techno has earned Dominican producer Boundary, born Josué Suero, a place at the vanguard of Santo Domingo’s electronic scene. After picking up a copy of Ableton at 16, the young artist quickly established a signature sound: taut basslines, blockish low-fidelity timbres, and a keen sense of momentum that elevates the standard four-on-the-floor pulse. 
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Being a composer in a modern sense of the term has gone way past a singular artist sitting down (or standing up) next to their main composing instrument and music staff paper, writing down the notes. The creative process is, these days, enriched by so many other tools available to music creators that enable them to go beyond what was possible in previous centuries, decades, even days. At the same time, the composing process doesn’t limit itself to what is considered classical music as such, but moves into other musical genres, as far as the imagination of the author can take them.
The border wall between the U.S. and Mexico is a symbol of division, and unfortunately representative of a manufactured political climate. During a 2020 trip along this structure, Jacob Kirkegaard and cellist 
Classical music begins with blood and guts. The first violins were strung with sheep intestines, while early timpanis bore heads made from goatskin. The conservatory-bound spend years blistering, bruising, and contorting themselves, sometimes to the point of permanent damage. On the Francis Bacon-inspired cover of her new album, 
The cover of Tectonic Particles looks like it could be a photo of organic matter shot through a microscope. It suits both the album and the label, Quiet Details, who have a specific vision: each of their releases is meant to elaborate what the phrase “quiet details” as interpreted by the artist. In this case, the artist is 
Good to great singer-songwriters seem to be creeping up on us daily (again!) — artists obviously seem to have a greater need to try and express their personal sensibilities and whatnot as much as they did in the early ‘70s.
Crystalpunk might be Chalk’s debut album, but there is an overwhelming sense of finality that accompanies its arrival. For four years, the sonic identity of the Belfast pair has been in constant evolution, steadily sailing from jagged post-punk towards the haven of dance music. Ever since former film students and housemates Ross Cullen (vocals) and Ben Goddard (multi-instrumentalist) decided to go full-throttle with this project in 2021, that transformation has visibly unfolded across their ‘Conditions’ EP trilogy.
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Everyone who proselytises will eventually tell you that the truth sets you free. On her debut album Buck Wild, Indian (Pune-based) artist 
In the past couple of years, Spanish experimental label Rusia-IDK has released great avant pop for the chronically online: unsettling yet moving beat changes from Ralphie Choo, raucously tender-hearted production by Rusowsky, and some of the most gleefully deranged live visuals in recent memory. With slow songs from the heart and thrashing experiments that deconstruct and glitch flamenco, reggaeton, rap, and breakbeat, the collective has gained a following in Spain’s underground and even rubbed shoulders with its mainstream.