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Review: 1000gecs by 100gecs

Last year, LA based band 100gecs released their first full project. The duo, composed of Laura Les and Dylan Brady, make some rather interesting music, equally inspired by “Skrillex and Playboi Carti”. The album, 1000gecs, is a whirlwind of bright and peppy noise that refuses to let up throughout its (all too short) 23 minutes. Genres are not just combined, but rather bastardized in both a ridiculous and intriguing manner. Electronic, Pop, Dance, Rap, Rock, Ska, Metal, Noise—all worm their way in at some point. It is bizarre, enigmatic, and way too much fun.

When I went to a Brockhampton show in November of last year, I had never heard of the opener–100gecs. Funnily enough, I was too late to see the band play, but I remember seeing their record on sale. The cover art– a picture of the two artists standing, backs to the camera, against a tree– fascinated me. It was weird and eye-catching. “What kind of music could they make?” I thought naively. I made a mental note to check the band out at some point, and enjoyed the rest of the concert.

The next day, I put the album on and gave it my full attention. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. 1000gecs almost plays like parody, bouncing from style to style but always presenting a clear vision. However funny I found it, I was nevertheless mesmerized by its commitment to the chaotic, the disordered, and the extreme.  It is quite a bit abrasive (parts of the community refer to 100gecs as “Charli XCX on Adderall” or “Death Grips for weaboos”) but it stays fairly grounded in modern musical norms. That’s what makes 1000gecs so entertaining. While most subversive artist try to defy cliché by outright rejecting it, Laura Les and Dylan Brady take many modern trends and push them to the extreme.

Throughout 1000gecs, there is heavy use of auto tune and pitch control—so much that the voices of Laura and Dylan are almost drowned out in the wash of sugary noise. Distorted 808s pound and lo-fi trap drums tap their way through the under-mixed songs. On occasion, samples ring out alone, like on the fever trip “I Need Help Immediately” which sounds as if a cat walked on a soundboard and accidently uploaded it to the album. Many songs begin in one style and steeply change into something else, like the single “Money Machine”. Beginning as a banging trap rap cut, it breaks down into a droning noise with overpowering bass booming. Another, “800db Cloud” is a sweet love song that ends with metal screaming.

Dylan and Laura’s humor and wit is present undeniable in their work. Songs like “Stupid Horse” and “xXXi_wud_nvrstøp_ÜXXx” demonstrate this well (as does their bio section on Spotify). But 1000gecs isn’t just a good joke. It is a well-crafted and extremely enjoyable meditation on the chaos of modern day. It probably will come as no big surprise that the entirety of the album was recorded separately. Dylan and Laura would send each other bits over time until they had a full song, much like The Postal Service did in the 2000’s. The internet played a major role not only in the spreading of the album, but also in the incubation of it. The drastic and eclectic nature of the internet molded the sound of the record continually. Its chaos is not a defect, but rather a reflection of an ever changing world were styles and trends boom and bust.

“Here today, gone tomorrow” has become the mantra of an-increasingly impatient society. Ideas become tropes, which become clichés, and, after oversaturation, disappear. 100gecs is a true product of that artistic lifespan. Its genre hopping mish-mash can sound haphazard, but it really is meticulously crafted. I have found a lot of entertainment in its thought provoking, bizarre hyperactivity, and perhaps you may as well.

 

I’d rate this album 9gecs out of 10. Thanks for reading.

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Essay: The Genius of Kanye West in “Yeezus”

Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, often qualified humanity as evil– and in a sense, uncontrollable. All we are, according to Freud, is a bundled package of primal urges. Whether or not you agree with that (rather dismal) sentiment, no one can deny that humanity has quite a bit of evil within it. Thousands of years of blood and fire prove this. Underneath the facade of polite society is a terrifying amount of evolutionary instinct. Violence and sex, anger and lust are all unshakable facets of the human experience, as much as one may try to remove them. This is not to say we cannot overcome those once necessary tendencies, but our DNA is certainly working against us.

Art has always acknowledged this. In the ancient state of Athens, playwrights like Sophocles and Aeschylus wrote stories of fallen heroes. In Sophocles’ ‘Oedipus Rex’, a prince is abandoned by his father because of a prophecy saying the child would kill the king and marry his mother. The prince grows and, ignorant of his origin, kills the king and takes the queen (his own mother) as his bride. In Aeschylus’ ‘Oresteia’ a son attempts to avenge his father’s death, only continuing a chain of destruction dating back before he was born. Oedipus and Orestes are both doomed by gods and nature to follow paths of destruction. Fate and blood doom them and those around them, try as they might to reject it. It is that futility that can remind one of Freud’s bold and depressing declaration, and later, Kanye’s.

The instincts of violence, martial and carnal, that dwell within man can be terrifying. And terrifying is the best word to use for Yeezus. Infamous rapper, producer, designer, and renaissance man Kanye West released Yeezus in 2013. Three years after his grandiose opus, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (a fairly buttoned up hip-hop record), West broke barriers and stunned the masses with an experimental, industrial album that seemed to borrow more from European electronic music than rap.

The album begins with a blaring, droning acid synth that jars the listener immediately. That track, ‘On Sight’, is a just a taste of what is to follow. As some other elements begin to materialize, there is West’s voice– almost drowned out by the wash of sawtooth synth, but yet, still stubbornly present. He snarls with hate: “A monster ’bout to come alive again”. Then suddenly, the abrasive tune stops and is replaced with a choir’s playful singing– and is quickly cut short. This will not be the last dramatic shift a song takes. In ‘Black Skinhead’, crunching drones and hums are combined with pounding drums to create a feeling of frantic racing. “I’m aware I’m a wolf, as soon as the moon hits” says West. The savagery just waiting beneath his skin is clawing to get out. He takes this idea even farther later in the track, claiming that “they say I’m possessed”. Track number three, ‘I Am A God’, starts with a thunderous bass coupled with an almost roots-like vocal performance. It quickly devolves into another synth heavy instrumental that allows West’s incredible voice to take center stage as he raps and screams with piercing ferocity. One could look at the bold declaration of “I am a god” as mere arrogance, but there is certainly more to it than that. His insistent tone almost sounds like one of pleading, of begging the listener to kneel before his visage.

In 2010, Kanye West released My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, a record some consider perfect- and was met with the worst sale numbers of his career. This left West spiteful of a corporate music industry that had failed him. These sentiments of disgust and indignation show up consistently in Yeezus, but most of all in track four, ‘New Slaves’. ‘New Slaves’ plays off a very catchy bass riff that switches between heavy distortion and orchestral thunder before the song transitions into a compressed ballad rock instrumental (with a little help from Frank Ocean). Kanye spits in the face of corporate sheep mentality, severing ties and proclaiming that he’d “rather be a d*** than a swallower”. Following that is ‘Hold My Liquor’, a spiteful sounding auto-tuned track that slurs rapper Chief Keef’s delivery. The slow beat drudges through while Kanye raps about losing control of himself. He can’t hold his liquor, control his temper, or handle his friends raucous attitudes. There are warped guitar solos and muffled drums throughout. Track six, ‘I’m In It’, blares acid bass and almost orgasmic background vocals in a twisted and lewd track. The stuttering and stilted percussion could remind one of modern glitch-hop like JPEGMAFIA or clipping. The dark and cold delivery portrays a loveless affair in some very explicit ways. It seems like Kanye rejects any good coming from his carnal escapades, but still cannot seem to free himself from it. “Got the kids-and-the-wife life, but can’t wake up from the nightlife, I’m so scared of my demons, I go to sleep with a nightlight”

‘Blood On The Leaves’ interposes piano and dubstep drums to a startling effect. Heavy auto -tune and soul sampling create a weary, sad sound, telling a story of betrayal and divorce. It certainly could be looked at as the “emotional summit of the album” as critic Ryan Dombal puts it.’Guilt Trip’ is probably the nicest song on the record, with more creatively used vocal splices and electronic chimes. Sparkling synths ring out as Kid Cudi desperately sings “If you love me so much why’d you let me go? Let me go…”. ‘Send It Up’ returns to the previous abrasive style, with a beat that sounds like a broken car alarm and more droning acid synthesizers. Kanye again raps about loveless sex with a woman who has a “heart colder than the souls of men”. His cycle of mindless addiction seems to be inescapable. The final song though, seems to be quite a bit more hopeful. The album concludes with a love song to West’s spouse, Kim Kardashian. The instrumental employs a repeating soul sample (“bound to fall in love”) with interposed singing from Charlie Wilson. Kanye’s dark desires are contrasted with his actual love for one woman, perhaps showing a properly ordered use of his tendencies. Lines like “I wanna f*** you hard on the sink” remind us that he is not, and perhaps never will be, free from his sexual instincts, but he now is “bound” to this woman through something more important. “But hey, ain’t nobody perfect” he admits. It does a brilliant job of tying the albums themes up in somewhat uncertain, but hopeful tones.

Many critics lauded “Yeezus” as a masterpiece on its release, while others found the departure from the “old Kanye” style to be obnoxious and pointless. West, usually a very diverse lyricist, spends nearly the whole album rapping about lust and anger. This focus on senseless violence and violent sex could certainly be viewed as distasteful, or just plain boring. But there is a lot more to this album than just that.

Throughout “Yeezus”, Kanye West raps “like a steamroller” (Dombal). His indulgent and twisted lyrics paint a picture of a sex-crazed lunatic. Many of his collaborators say this is not as true to life as it might seem though, and in reality West is very unlike the maniac “Yeezus” presents. These bars, like those in ‘I’m In It’ and ‘Hold My Liquor’, describe a hopeless cycle of pointless lust that ultimately leaves one purposeless. In ‘Blood On The Leaves’, West expands this idea of begrudged addiction that destroys a marriage. And in ‘Bound 2’, he realizes that “one good girl is worth a thousand b******” and he still wants to “make it to the church steps”. He acknowledges that the only thing that will actually make him happy is love, not meaningless and abundant intercourse.

Yeezus paints a picture of humanity– and it is a rather bleak one. There is something fallen about us, something in our blood, our DNA. It is impulsive, godless, angry, deceptive, selfish, and most of all, terrifying. West acknowledges that we can overcome this side of us, but never destroy it, as later on 2018’s ‘Ye’ he sings “Father forgive me, I’m scared of the karma, ‘Cause now I see women as somethin’ to nurture, Not somethin’ to conquer”. He knows he cannot just cure or remove these tendencies, only redirect them. Perhaps we all have something to learn from Kanye West’s raunchy and visceral masterpiece.

 

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Review: U-Void Synthesizer by Machine Girl

U-Void Synthesizer is an album from Brooklyn native Matt Stephenson, aka Machine Girl. His sixth independent album, U-Void was released earlier this year on February 26th, 2020. Its experimental mix of digital, rave, industrial, and noise turned some heads, including mine. Though I had heard of the band before, I had never taken the time to listen to a full project from them, and when the record surfaced in late February, I gave it a look. Immediately after hearing it, I went and listened to the rest of Machine Girl’s catalog. Writer Paul Simpson aptly described the project as “equally apocalyptic and ecstatic”, influenced by punk, industrial, electronic, and dancehall. Even though I am not exactly new to the digital hardcore scene, being a big fan of Death Grips and dabbling in some other entry level electro-noise, Machine Girl was a revelation to me. Stephenson so elegantly takes the ferocity and vigor of artists like Zach Hill and Andy Morin, but also, an attention to detail that is almost mind-boggling.

The Bad: On occasion, U-Void can sound derivative. This is perhaps unavoidable in the oversaturated digital noisecore spring of Death Grips clones, but to call Machine Girl a copycat would still be unfair. Songs like ‘The Fortress (The Blood Inside)’ and ‘Scroll of Sorrow’ could have been lifted from 2016’s Bottomless Pit. The vocals are a little one dimensional, as Stephenson spends the entire 32 minutes of the album screaming his head off and not doing much else. Lyrically, there are a few moments that smack of melodrama rather than emotional honesty, like “My ugliness is not my fault, I know God just made me wrong” on ‘Scroll of Sorrow’. On a first listen, it is also too easy to get lost in the sea of sound that Machine Girl presents, cheapening the experience by clouding the real driving factors of a given song.

The Good: Machine Girl enjoys making you squirm. One example of this is ‘Splatter’, an aggressive and uncomfortable song that really takes a lot of attention to grasp.While this may be a turn off for many listeners, I actually enjoy it. The more maximalist approach to production is vivid, always throwing something new at you and relishing its bombastic violence. It doesn’t just hold your attention—it grabs it by the throat and doesn’t let go. Oppressive drums, melodies distorted to the point of nonsense, cryptic and visceral lyricism, waves of noise that devolve and evolve around themselves; everywhere, there is aggression, pure and unbridled. Stephenson captures the worst kind of emotions through blood and sweat. Songs like ‘Devil Speak’ and the closer, ‘Batsu Forever’ make my skin crawl and my head bang. There are political mumblings throughout, but they never sound preachy. Rather, they sound like genuine expressions of dissatisfaction and pain, in a fashion not unlike punk rock and its common messages. “Give me the womb, Give me the cure, Give me death” shouts Stephenson on ‘Blood Magic’. There are moments of great humor that contrast surprisingly well in the chaos around them, like the off-beat vocal snippets at the end of most songs (‘The Fortress’—“I don’t give a s***, send the f****** police!” and ‘Kill All Borders’—“I spy with my little eye”) or the random barks and woofs of dogs interspersed at points.

Conclusion: U-void Synthesizer consistently terrified and energized me. It’s this kind of aura that more music should try to find. This album didn’t just hold my attention—it grabbed me by the throat and didn’t let me breathe throughout its 11 tracks. But at the end, all I want is more. Stephenson’s creativity and brutal honesty are on full display, and it is wonderful. Every bit of the complicated and gritty instrumentals sounds poignant and purposeful. The onslaught almost seems to reflect the negative aspects of life itself, always trying to push and shove the listener with a washy of noises that are rough, and never seem to get better. Stephenson’s nihilistic view of existence is presented with courage and artistry, and that is commendable. The maximalism is like a reflection of the only way such a project could exist—the insanity and opportunity of the internet. Stephenson admits, his success is nearly all due to the chaotic nature of the internet, as sites like 4chan and Rate Your Music really forwarded his career by providing a platform and spreading his creations. Ordered in its chaos, beautiful in all its repulsive glory, Machine Girl triumphs with its newest work. While not a perfect project, U-Void Synthesizer fights tooth and claw for every note and beat, and is one of my favorite albums of the year so far.

I give this album 8 friendly dogs out of 10. Thanks for reading.

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