I Need That Record!

Trace the decline of independently owned record stores in Middle America with I Need That Record! Watch the hardships that small-town retailers face in the modern music industry. Take a glimpse into the frightening reality that Big Box Companies has set forth. View the history of the decline in local music and the rise of main stream bullshit.

I Need That Record! needless to say is a Grade A flick. Check it out if you have any remote interest, love, or thought on music.

Official Website: I Need That Record!

Male Bonding - Nothing Hurts

Twenty-eight minutes of pure noise-pop bliss can best describe Male Bonding’s first full length album Nothing Hurts. Nothing Hurts is filled with fast tempos, catchy riffs, and loud abrasive in-your-face sound. This album may not set Male Bonding apart from typical noise-pop bands such as Dinosaur Jr., The Pixies, or Xiu Xiu, but it does show case their talent. It is within their use of percussion to create a metallic sound, their shredding guitars, and thick baselines Male Bonding gave to the listener’s ears a frantic ride as they play each track. If you wish to experience an energetic, slightly spastic record – lend Nothing Hurts a play and in no time you will have it on repeat.

Must listen to track: “T.U.F.F.”

Male Bonding - Nothing Hurts

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Ellen Allien & Apparat - Orchestra Of Bubbles

I can't say that I have too much time on my hands to write a detailed review about this unique electronic gem, I've been listening to lately. Besides that, some retard made me write multilingual album descriptions, both in English and Polish. Enough with excuses. What we have here is an uncommon fusion of techno ( minimal at some parts ) and warm IDM produced by the German duo - Ellen Aillen and well known IDM artist Apparat. "Orchestra Of Bubbles" is the result of their effors. The work of those two artists seems to overlap and fit perfectly. It also sounds as they've both managed to expand their own borders creating something out of ordinary. Catchy, relaxing, nice and will make you wanna fondle your neighbour's fluffy (as this music) sheep. Honestly recommended.

Zarzucono mi że ogromna większość albumów jakie tu wrzucam ma nastrój jakbym od dzieciństwa był zmuszany do łykania antydepresantów i popijania czystą. Imputowano mi że atmosfera muzyki którą przemycam na tego blogspota, pozwala wysnuć wniosek że moim duchowym przewodnikiem jest Adolf Hitler albo przynajmniej Seung-Hui Cho. No i miał kurwa rację! Jednak, na przekór wszystkim ,a zwłaszcza temu ludzkiemu parchowi który molestuje mnie na shoutboxie abym zaczął pisać po polsku, wrzucam album który jest po prostu przyjemny. Zero depresji. Zero melancholii. Zwykła niezobowiązująca przyjemność. Można przy tym parzyć herbatę (i nie mam tu na myśli topienia swoich kasztanów w czyjejś mordzie), czytać Nasz Dziennik, moczyć stopy z grzybicą w miscę z gorącą wodą jak emeryt po wylewie, można się po prostu "wychillować" lub tańczyć jak dziwka na speedzie. Nie jest to album wybitny, ale na pewno unikalny. Dwójka producentów - Ellen Allien (stojąca za BPitch Control record label) i Apparat który od jakiegoś czasu tworzy pierwszoligowy IDM, połączyła tu swoję siły, a owoc tej współpracy wymyka się porównaniom. Efekt jest co najmniej bardzo udany. Techno w wykonaniu Ellen (Techno, umownie, bo ta pani nigdy nie stroniła od progresywności), przenika i rozbudowuję tu atmosferycznie Sascha Ring i obydwojgu udaję się zachować tu spójność całości albumu. Kompletnym zaskoczeniem są tu dla mnie gitarowe riffy w "Way Out" czy smyczki w "Leave Me Alone". Większość kawałków jest instrumentalna, ale zarówno Ellen jak i Apparat pojękiwują trochę tu i tam i w żaden sposób nie drażni to mojej membrany. Przyjemne dla uszu jak angora siedząca na głowie kapibary dla oczu zoofila.

Ellen Allien & Apparat - Orchestra Of Bubbles

Eraldo Bernocchi / Blackfilm - Along The Corridors

UK's downtempo producer Blackfilm in collaboration with Italy's dub serial ear-rapist Eraldo Bernocchi, reminded me, how electronic music can put a lot of FUCK into your head. This album is a transmition belt leading to disturbing, sanity erasing feelings of desolation, fear and utter loneliness. Listening session with "Along The Corridors" made me visualize a nightmarish, impressionistic trip through the cold ruins of post-apocalyptic urban Moloch. Every track here is an unsteady step forward. Unsettingly echoing throught the next 50 streets, while human shadows carved with nuclear explosion, stare at you from the walls of the rundown buildings. So... if this two gentelemen's new baby kicked my imagination so hard, it can't be bad. Well, actually, this is a premium piece of cinematic dark ambient (that could be a proper soundtrack to a noir horror movie), combined with oldschool dub, fat bass lines and live jazzy drums. Eraldo's participation gave the album more driving force and energy compared to Blackfilm's debut.
Disturbing as Hecq's "Night Falls", somehow sick as SCORN's works (but not as minimalistic) and mesmerizingly nostalgic as Burial. I can imagine how this perfectly works as a personal soundtrack to an interior film, while taking a walk through abandoned industrial city district. Definitely a right tool for choking your stereo's cd drawer and fucking with your counciousness. Good luck.

Eraldo Bernocchi / Blackfilm - Along The Corridors

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Dessa - A Badly Broken Code

Surprisingly, there are some non-Polish speaking people out there who follow this BlogSpot. That leaves me with no other choice than to take pains of trying to channel my thoughts with my repugnantly poor English (rather Engrish in my case) skills. Unfortunately for Dessa, besides the fact that I'm insolently stealing and uploading her "intellectual property", her debut album is going to be my first lab mice in this aberrant lingual experiment. So while I'll be committing this brutal rape upon your aesthetic taste, take into account that this is simply a good album. It is definitely worth checking out and its price.
As I've stated above that this is Dessa's debut. It is just in its principle stages. As a part of Doomtree hip-hop collective, she had a chance to enrich verses of her mother-hh-squad or P.O.S.'s last solo album. To me, her participation in those two projects was invaluable and when the gossip about her album was released ambushed my ears I was deliriously curious. Nevertheless, this record surprised me to the fullest extent. It's nothing close to Doomtree (even though she received assistance on the album's production from Otter, Lazerbeak and MK Larada). I'm not even sure that I can evaluate this album in hip-hop category because Dessa is not bonded to conventions. She smoothly manages to juggle with different styles from heart melting way of singing (which at some parts reminds me of classic Bristol's trip-hop acts) to subtle ear-membrane drilling rap flow. Her voice wrapped in warm, melancholic scarf of guitar and cello sounds creates a very intimate atmosphere here. I have to mention that I totally buy this "fuck standards" attitude. This is a sensual, feminine, poetic album - not street dirt, bling-bling and chest hair here. It is a piece of personal, narrative, audile cardiac-surgery record.

Dessa - A Badly Broken Code