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Around this time last year, I wrote about Chains of Love’s excellent “You Got It,” a song (and band) boasting a too-rare conviction in delivery and tone. Genre work is easy to dismiss, and easier to overlook, yet in its dual expression of the artist’s love for a particular time in music and culture, the specificity of their devotion can give them a spiritual leg-up on the competition. Kindly recall Air France.
“Chillwave” is almost forgotten, already, and to the extent it endures in the pop dialog, it is only as a condescended-to fad, a cultural mile-marker denoting the recent past. It’s something we can be said to have gone through; it has a Wikipedia entry.
AACT RRAISER are doing one of two things: like their label-mates Chains of Love, they are carrying a torch, not for girl-groups or Motown, but for Washed Out and Small Black. That, or the duo is blissfully unaware of (or refuses to accept) the genre’s passé status. Chillwaves Not Dead (sic), I could do that bumper sticker. Whatever the case, their new record Holy Wind Delta Dance is often remarkable and worth your time for two reasons.
First, little of the music called Chillwave has actually sounded like the things music critics have tirelessly invoked: nature films, VHS fitness cassettes, Polaroids of half-naked girls taking Polaroids of sunsets, etc. GAMES’ turbo-boost of CFCF’s “It Was Never Meant to Be This Way,” Jesse Ruins’ “Shatter the Jewel,” a good chunk of the Italians Do It Better material…the College song from Drive, all great, but few artists have delivered consistent, psychedelic analog throb without veering to grandiose “We Will Rock You” hysteria (a la Sleigh Bells’ nonetheless estimable “Crown on the Ground”), clubby Balearic optimism, or the denuded wasteland of black and white reverb Eeyores like Beach House.
This is the John Carpenter vs. Moroder argument, really. There is an emotional character common to and persistent in all of Carpenter’s work, a personality that shines through the sonic limitations of the equipment he used. Moroder’s work is exactly the opposite: he brings out the personality of the same equipment, by divining its maximum potential. Both are admirable qualities and there’s no need to forsake one for the other, but they’re a very effective proxy for an extreme, almost ludicrous distinction that’s somehow natural to me.
In this way, AACT RRAISER strike me as budding Carpenters. While their album is far from perfect or timely, its singles and the tall standout “Amethyst Derby” offer a more personal palette than the mannered department-store precision of canonical Chillwave; the druggy bleariness of Witch House and later Night Bus; and the tedious, past-into-present pedagogy of Vaporwave.

Ten years ago tonight, I recorded the first “demo” for This Precious Scene, an album I never finished, despite spending something on the order of $6000 trying to complete it satisfactorily.

James says, “I’m gonna kick tomorrow.”

New Bad Things were as Portland/Olywa as it gets; in 1996, they drove non-stop from Portland, OR to Saratoga Springs, NY to play a single show at Skidmore College, at the invitation of Jamie Kennard, creator of the authoritative Northeast Show List (which did more for underground pop and punk than any digital publication since). Today, the Bad Things have a Facebook page, and have posted a few of their John Peel-blessed tracks—including the bounding “Concrete”to YouTube.


Peel-ing back the digital onion in 2013, I can’t seem to source the above track, which led off the demo tape they handed out after the show, and made me wonder if the NBTs might bring about a nifty Madchester revival. Alas, they broke up soon after, and ceded said target to !!!, who missed the bull’s eye.

Like you, my driving ambition on graduating college was to make my mark in the music industry. Like you, my first office job was as an unpaid internfor Fort Apache Studios in Cambridge, MA. Unlike you, I was greeted by a thriving music industry and global economy (barring the devaluation of the Ruble in 1998). 

Fetching tea for and later shaking hands with David Bowie made it worth my while, though fetching a particular sort of chair demanded by Beck helped steer me on my current path. 

The only other substantive perk I can point to was Brian Dunton of Helium dubbing me a very hot DAT of the first Breeders demos as thanks for my time. These sessions—performed by Kim and the Throwing Muses, sans Kristen Hershwere bootleged within weeks, and there are purer copies than mine floating around. “Silver” is the big surprise, as it later ended up on the Pixies’ flawless Doolittle.

The original mix of this session was dry in the extreme, and clearly rushed through in a day (it was a pro forma demo for 4AD; I believe Ivo signed them midway through the second song). The drums and vocals are far too loud, to the point that the kick distorts everything underneath its 60-80Mhz thud. 

I crammed things together a bit more, and tried to add some punch. You can find the original mix, from a very strong source, as a series of YouTube videos, and there’s a lossless FLAC on most file-trading networks. Since I went to the trouble of running this off, as part of a tape-digitizing rampage I’m on, I figured I’d throw some plugins at the songs, and pass the results around.

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Natalie Bootleg was a pretend alter-ego I came up with about ten years ago, intended for a dance project I was working on with a young woman in New York. I wasn’t going to put my name on it for a number of reasons (chiefly that I was still with Pitchfork), but it never amounted to anything; she bombed out and moved back to Nantes.
Last year, while browsing through old folders of samples and half-ideas, I listened to some of the stuff we did, and it’s pretty terrible. I will never put it out, but I always liked the name and so, when Mr. Dead Girlfriends let me test-drive Elite Gymnastics’ “h e r e, i n h e a v e n” for RUIN 4, I dusted Natalie off. 
It occurred to me that on the back of EG’s success, I could buckle-down and try to relaunch a laptop-musician pseudo career without anyone knowing it was me, so I developed Natalie Bootleg as an EG-obsessed Korean-American girl living in Athol, Massachusetts. Barring a live performance of “Life/Trap,” time did not allow me to follow through on those grand designs. It never does.
This weekend, I had one of those thought-crashing “ideas” creative types often have, but in this case it was one I could conceivably realize: a tribute to Daniel Lopatin’s Chuck Person cassette, Eccojams, which has held sway over me since my first listen. Here’s hoping you enjoy some of mine.
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Here’s the drone-guitar piece I put together as a goof for “The Hiding” (episode 19 of Shallow Rewards). My interest in drone is hugely inspired and informed by Windy & Carl, as well as Thurston Moore and Nels Cline’s short-lived Pillow Wand collaboration from the late 1990s. YouTube hides some live clips of the duo, but the record is very hard to find these days, even online. You can hear echoes of Thurston’s headspace at this time in the 1996 film Heavy, which he scored and soundtracked, but the Pillow Wand LP is a much fuller exercise, and alongside the stronger SYR releases, it remains my favorite thing he’s done since Dirty. “I Inhale You” in particular is an absolute séance.DOWNLOAD: The Grace Period: “Cradle Spell of Fall River”DOWNLOAD: Pillow Wand: Pillow Wand (1997)