Mystery Jets, Metronomy, Late of the Pier: a crescendo

Mystery Jets - Diamonds in the Dark (Dusty Cabinets Mix)


The beat that pushes Dusty Cabinets remix of Diamonds in the Dark track is heavy-lidded, hypnotic and resonant. Nodding, shuffling and beggar-jerking are suited movements to the casusal rhythym and sandy maracas. Distant vocals, sometimes layered with echo, sound like they've had to swathe through a Sunday morning brain-cloud. The occassional skittering violin, like everything else, is muffled. The whole track feels warm and hazy, like I would imagine post-Yoga catharsis with a quart of whisky in your prostate, helpless body. It's music with the drunk man's smile. A drunk man lying on a lilo in the sun, remeniscing about the good old last night. Mystery Jets' recent album "Twenty One", even though produced by demi-god Erol Alkan, lacked sparkle (except on Flakes and Two Doors Down...), this track, ahem, doesn't.

Metronomy - Heartbreaker Kris Menace remix

Kris Menace has produced beautiful music, rearranging the original Metronomy track through a kaleidoscope. My favourite thing, let along song, of the last month. A similar punctuating beat to Diamonds in the Dark kicks things off, but oh my, I could listen to the intro for days. It sounds like the gentle underwater rave scene cut from the Little Mermaid - synth bubbles start to rise to the surface, a sound, perhaps, like a smiling merman playing on large clam shells in the steel-drum style. Straight notes after the delicate lattice of the intro tear in for the chorus, raw and Siberian like a wind that's been coming for months from the coldest parts of the Tundra. Calmer towards the end, Joseph Mount melds the words "heartbreaker" and "i'll break her" with a slight catch in his voice. I like this. Definitely keeping a look out for more Menace tracks.



Late of the Pier - Focker

Late of the Pier said they wanted to make music to make drugs redundant. Focker's overdose of synth and raucous heavy noise is synesthesia, I swear I see flashing lights everytime I hear it. I blink sunpsots. It's like an adrenaline shot. Sweat mats the hair to my head. It's almost like someone has plugged the leather crotches of a dozen Hells Angels, the tail of a liger, and three synthesisers into a huge amp as they all have a convulsive epileptic fit. Try it, [shivers], just try it.

They supported Justice once and I wasn't there, hard to type that with a clenched fist.