Floating Fest was a complete blast this year, as always, and we were supremely lucky to have Max Mohenu (Diamond Atlas / International Tapes / Portals) on hand to photograph the sets. Check out a few shots below and the full gallery after the jump, featuring GEMS, The Range, holychild, Psychic Twin, TV Girl, J Fernandez, Wild Cub and School of Night:
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If you aren’t too busy listening to Arcade Fire, this deserves your full attention. Hot off her Elestial Sound debut, Olive Juice, Floridian Emily Reo isn’t backing down anytime soon and we’re all better off for it. Here’s her latest stunning offering, a cover of “Birds Of Paradise” from The Pretenders’ sophomore album Pretenders II (via Stereogum):
There’s no one doing bedroom pop better than Emily Reo at the moment, and her hypnotic rendition of “Birds Of Paradise” might be the best testament to that achievement to date, with a deft production touch and self-reflectiveness that pokes its head out in brilliant, if not easily overlooked ways. The scratchy percussive loop recalls the harsh antiquity of outdated wall to wall carpeting; her spine tingling vocals echo and reverb with a cavernous introspection inherent to the genre, brushing the walls like slumber party secrets; and the incomplete arpeggio that creepily pines throughout the track suggests a wild, limitless naiveté, crafted in the space where dreams of all kinds are hung up to dry. In the crowded realm of independent music, thoughtfulness is often next to godliness, and this goddess seems among the more conscientious of the bunch.
Listen to a full stream of Emily Reo’s wildly underrated Olive Juice right here »
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Previously: “We Are Explorers” MP3
The indie hype cycle can be a pretty boring place at times: with every successful act or sound comes a veritable horde of similar artists, perpetuated by bandwagon hopping bloggers, and fans looking for similar vibes, and it all is about as dull and uninspiring as slow-drying paint until someone new comes along and does things differently. These messiahs cross pollinate and cross reference, they create interdisciplinarily, they stretch into a multitude of past and contemporary honeypots to create something that resembles “unique” and “original”… And then all is right and exciting again, until the process churns and grinds once more.
The interim phantasm, in this case, is Gilligan Moss. If the entire beatmaking world stopped and stared and aped, and listeners heard and discovered and applauded, we’d all be better off. “Choreograph,” the Chicagoan’s second single of the year, is as weirdly unstoppable as they come:
Need a song for that Halloween dance party you’re planning-slash-invited-to? Found it. “Choreograph” sounds like the Wild Things from Where The Wild Things Are stumbled onto a drum kit and accidentally created the Greatest Song they’ve ever heard, like the culmination of every imagined sound by every child visitor to their tiny island paradise, set to polyrhythms and one wicked crescendo. I could listen to this for hours, and to the aggravation of my neighbors, I probably will.
Listen to another song, “Hemlock”, at Gilligan Moss’s soundcloud page »
Did you ever go through one of those fun houses at a carnival when you were a kid? Remember those things at the end that spun around? Well, if you had supreme juvenile skill you could position your limbs just right to lock yourself into the circle and spin around a full 360 degrees, spread eagle. Why do I mention this random memory from my youth? After listening to D.D Dumbo over and over and over again, I can’t help but feel like my ears are perpetually stuck in the exit of a fun house.
“Tropical Oceans” starts as a subdued track with muted vocals that blend in so nicely with the sporadic guitar, I wonder if his vocal cords come with their own fret board. As the track progresses, the vocals separate themselves from the music and the vibe of recording under a bridge in an empty suburban town transforms to a vibe of recorded in a foggy factory. I can’t get enough of this track but the real magic lies within the full EP, releasing on limited edition vinyl via The Blue Rider in a few weeks.