Month: February 2025

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    Sully – Broadway G

    Have you ever had a moment where you hear a word you’ve heard a million times and out of nowhere the etymology just clicks? That’s how “Broadway G” makes me feel about dubstep. It’s not quite the same dramatic snap (usually followed by a dumbfounded moment of “am I an idiot?”) since I was already well aware of the genre’s genealogy, but there is something beautifully satisfying about tracks that arrive at dubstep by… dubbing out two-step. It’s like a good fresh-sliced deli sandwich or a perfect piece of sashimi. No need to drench them in sauce, because the joy is in tasting the pure flavors of the basic ingredients.

    Buckley – Void 19

    Buckley is operating in a similar space here, but this track feels less like “dubbed out 2-step” and more like dubstep with some 2-step flourishes. There is no concession of bass in the name of melody or wonk here, just pure subby oomph snapped together with crisp, echoed drums. “Void 19” feels impactful, intentionally so. The hypnosis here is all in the bass imploring you to rattle with the speakers and phrase-end fills placed in just the right spot to induce your hands to fly in punctuation. It doesn’t so much borrow the buildup-drop structure of trance or American dubstep as compress it into half-second doses to release the pressure in jerking steps throughout.

    Bruce – The Price

    This one really is something. Bruce has, fresh out of his pop era, delivered a track that sounds like Noddy Holder’s industrial techno side project. I want to like it, I really do, but the lead melody stirs up horrible memories of my underwritten GarageBand techno tracks from middle school. That said, it’s a fun beat and an inspired collision of styles. “The Price” moves; it begs to be DJed with. I look forward to finding new pockets of rhythm hidden in the swing. If nothing else, Bruce has convinced me that a great techno track with a glam stomp beat is possible – not something I would have imagined a week ago.

    Y U QT – You Know What I Want

    Y U QT made one of my favorite quick tracks of all time in “When I’m With U” and now they seem determined to ensure that it doesn’t fall from the top spot by making a pivot to your favorite genre and mine, Big Room Sad. This track has more of a disconnect between its parts than other genre pillars like Bicep or Overmono though, possibly because the drums are just so two-step and the synths are just so trance. Instead of coming together as one cohesive whole that blends the two genres it feels more just like, well, two-step drums over trance synths. Y U QT don’t yet sound comfortable with the scale that big room sad demands. Bicep’s best songs sound like Drumsheds or Printworks look, but Y U QT can’t quite leave behind the sound of a smaller, more intimate room. That isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it makes me miss the more straight-ahead sweatbox speed garage of their earlier tracks and it makes me wonder just how much the Big Room Sad sound has left in the (big, sad) tank.

    Dewey Decimal – Treat Me Right

    2-step, undubbed. This one’s a throwback in more than just the sound. UKG producer Riz La Teef put it out on his South London Pressings label (which also released some earlier Y U QT) as “PURE BLACK LABEL BUSINESS” — no credits, no art, no nothin’. All we know is that Dewey Decimal is “a well known artist” who is not La Teef himself, and that the song absolutely bumps. In terms of internet-age attempts to recreate white label exclusivity I prefer this to the timed-release CloudCore model, particularly since it puts more focus on the music itself rather than the hype of artificial scarcity. What would you rather reward, speed or taste? And how’s your Supreme bogo hoodie collection doing?

    Against All Logic – City Fade

    Sometimes I forget that high quality house is just the best music. Yes house can get boring, yes it can get formulaic, but when it’s made by someone who really knows what they’re doing it can sound like the last hundred years of musical progress all in one song. House is music’s best sponge, soaking up ideas from disco and techno and hip hop and whatever your favorite style is and turning them into something new. Nicolas Jaar as Against All Logic stirs in the organic microhouse of Ricardo Villalobos or Four Tet and the folk-inflected downtempo of Nicola Cruz and the result is pure alchemy.

    Plastikman – Konception

    This is a result of my recent project to flesh out some of the gaps in my familiarity with old adance music. I have a tendency to dip a toe into an artist’s back catalog (well, front catalog sometimes) then move on when I get the gist — which was great when I was trying to hoover up as much context as quickly as possible, but I ended up with a lot of half formed opinions shaped from the silhouette of music discussion more than the music itself. So here I am, giving a proper shake to Richie Hawtin in the year of our lord two thousand and twenty-five, and I see what I’ve been missing. Musik came out 30 years ago now, and still sounds like I could hear it in a club tomorrow and not blink an eye. The bleep-y, rounded off acid licks are a clear precursor to contemporary releases from people like Priori, D. Tiffany or Skee Mask — all of whom I wholeheartedly enjoy.

    X-Press 2 ft. Sailor & I – The Rain

    My path in to electronic music was through pop, and I’ll always have a soft spot for dance music that operates in a pop mode without losing too much of either aspect. “The Rain” is a hooky, understated acid pop track, which feels like a pile of contradiction but like the best music does it resolves those contradictions into satisfaction. In doing so it pushes all the right buttons for me experientially. You can get lost in its hypnosis one moment, then whistle the earworm vocal part the next.

    John Tejada & Plaid – Bittersweet

    This one’s just buttery smooth, starring synth lines with just enough buzzing harmonics that when the chords resolve, the entire timbre snaps together like aural LEGO. The sound of the 20s may be pristine hyper-digital sound design, but Tejada and Plaid show how satisfying rougher sounds well-composed can be.

    Aphex Twin – Tha

    The Aphex Twin of it all makes me forget sometimes how well Richard D. James can turn out a relatively conventional track. “Tha” is just sublime, one of those 9-minute tracks that’s a simple loop at its core but nevertheless tricks you into thinking it’s about three seconds long and should actually be played again right now, thank you. It reminds me of some my favorite Burial works, and not just because of the distant voice samples layered over scratchy percussion. Burial and Aphex have both taught me to expect the off-kilter in their works – broken beats, broken hearts, broken synthesizers that sound like broken power tools. Then, just when they’ve got you on your toes waiting for a punch to roll with, they serve up something sweet and straightforward but none the worse for it like “Tha” or “Ashtray Wasp.” I want to float away in “Tha” and let the clicky pulse of the kick drum rock me like waves.

  • Is brat in the room with us now? – Grammys 2025

    Is brat in the room with us now? – Grammys 2025

    I began 2025 with the express intent to refresh and start a new chapter and here I am, two months into the new year, not only watching but (gasp!) enjoying the 2025 Grammys. Scandal. Shock and awe. I’ve been beating the drum of “the Grammys suck” for years, and I’m still not convinced that they’ll be good again next year (the Beatles and the Rolling Stones both won major awards this year for god’s sake) but 2025 was the year that the Grammys got it right. Beyonce got her big trophy. Kendrick won Record of the Year and didn’t have to rap with Imagine Dragons. Even the performance lineup was spot on, which is what convinced me to actually pay attention to the show. The promise of seeing Janelle Monae and Sabrina Carpenter and Chappell Roan and Doechii and Charli Motherfucking XCX (and Bela Fleck???) all hit the same stage paid off. Benson Boone also did some very nice flips, I suppose.

    I’ve loved Charli XCX’s music for a long time, and I’m so glad she’s had a great year, but Brat never quite clicked for me like I wanted it to. “Von Dutch” is an all-time banger and some of the remixes are truly special but I will admit, I was disappointed at first. I thought the record fell victim to the same affliction as Hannah Diamond’s album or much of AG Cook’s solo records – the music is good enough but falls just left of satisfying. Catharsis is the most important element of a successful pop song. PC Music’s output is all immaculately produced and clearly has a vision, but too much of it misses the balance of tension and release – hence why PC Music proper was so often overshadowed by label-adjacent artists like Kero Kero Bonito or 100 gecs or SOPHIE. Brat suffers compositionally from the same issue, but when Charli closed out the night on Sunday she stole the show on a bill that should have been a coronation for multiple other stars.

    Charli’s music is direct. Brat was meteoric for its rollout and its sonics and its character studies but the lyrical brashness is what really sets it apart and had me picking my jaw off the floor. Charli slashes any attempt at mystery or allegory and presents you with an uncut gem of an experience, harsh in a way that doesn’t obscure its crystalline beauty but refuses to be seen as an engineered and perfect object.1 A side effect is that none of the music feels surreal, even the songs about imagining hypothetical futures like “I think about it all the time.”

    The other three big winners of 2025 in pop (Sabrina, Chappell, Doechii) inhabit worlds at a slight remove from reality. Chappell’s is the most obvious because the entire Chappell Roan project is an exercise in drag. She asks, what if this imagined performance paradise at the Pink Pony Club were real? What if moms from Tennessee knew about the Pink Pony Girls enough to lament them by name? What if the joy of being onstage in your heels were so huge it could blot out the harsh light of reality? What if rodeo clowns, what if Joan of Arc, what if the Statue of Liberty? Sabrina is less theatrical and idealistic, but she still lives in the other-world of classic pop storytelling. Her songs are universal, but with a slight edge of the surreal. It doesn’t matter whether or not the affairs have really happened, whether her head is actually over her heels or just turning with imagination. Doechii2 comes the closest, particularly on history’s slappiest therapy session “Denial is a River”, but she still tends towards the theatrical with her faux-sitcom rollout. She lets you in, but she lets you into her redecorated, relatively healed past. Brat exists now. Here. Charli began her Grammys performance by arriving at the arena parking garage, not by raising the curtain on Brat World. Chappell and Sabrina and Doechii opened a window into their worlds but Charli brought the party to ours. Charli drove up because she was bringing the party to the building, not just to the stage. Look at her set dressing, or lack thereof. Apart from a convenient platform in the parking lot and a pile of underwear, Charli’s set dressing was 100% Human. AG Cook flanked her entrance and the Dare (otherwise a stranger to the concept of soul-baring realism) snogged at the center of the “Guess” pantystorm3 while her dancers embraced barely-choreographed club eclecticism4. She doesn’t shoot for visual spectacle because the spectacle of Brat is emotional and egregoric. It’s the spectacle of feeling your hurt and your anxiety but knowing that in the throbbing masses of the club they won’t matter, because you’ll melt into the throng and find your collective release. To be Brat is to be stuck in your head, but it’s also to get out of your head and find thrill in the moment. Brat is here and Brat is now. You don’t need to enter the world of Brat because you are already in it and you just need to find that release.5

    It’s incredible that something as direct as Brat emerged from the artifice-enshrouded world of PC Music. AG Cook said on Ben Cardew’s wonderful Line Noise podcast that he was more interested in artist concept projects (like Hey QT) than album projects. Even his newer material released under his own name tend towards the epic, whether in the sheer scope of 7G or the high concept of Britpop and the Interstella 5555-esque “Soulbreaker” video. SOPHIE was a world builder to the core, constructing a Whole New World to inhabit as self-designed perfection. In that sense the character of Chappell is almost closer to SOPHIE than Charli is, but Chappell is retrograde and referential in a way than SOPHIE ever was. Even the first peak of the experimental rave-oriented version of Charli, “Vroom Vroom,” was pop surrealism with a PC Music plastic coating. Brat sheds that cocoon. Brat is a sound born of artifice, surrounded by artifice, that succeeds because it is immediate and intimate.

    1. Now to be clear this is not strictly a good thing. One of the best pop records of the decade, Desire, I Want To Turn Into You by Caroline Polacheck, is special for taking the exact opposite strategy. I think that approach is probably healthier for pop music as a whole, but Charli is fantastic at what she does and it’s good to have options. ↩︎
    2. I genuinely believe Doechii will be the biggest pop star in the world in a couple album cycles. ↩︎
    3. I loved seeing AG and the Dare on stage, pop producers tend to be relatively sidelined outside of hip hop. I also really want to see the Dare do his best to be a celebrity. ↩︎
    4. The exact opposite of Doechii’s Tom Ford-clad platoon of excellent dancers ↩︎
    5. To me this feels very similar to FKA Twigs’ Eusexua concept, though maybe through a less transcendental lens. ↩︎