This is a collection of all of the best music we found on the internet for free this year. Artists giving away stuff for free is awesome, obviously. Because if it wasn't free, we'd just steal it! Just kidding. But it is nice to hear something on someone's Bandcamp and then buy the album, or go to the show, or write them a MASH note. Because if you write someone a MASH note and you've never even heard their band, you are just creepy.
Enjoy this massive collection of insanely free music from Impose, and Merry Christmakwanzukkah!
Al Lover understands the only way to make a Beefheart replica is by being intentionally gritty, no Pro-Tools plug-in tricks, just fingers drumming on the MPC.
Enjoy the rather ripped and torn B-side, where this Bitches Brewed anti-gravity music was dreamt and wadded up into kinetic samples.
Despite the top shelf guest spots, Schoolboy Q goes in hungry with a teeth-gritting bravado denouncing broke rappers that want to claim they know hip hop.
SP-33's sonic vision of instability is loose transmissions from Lil Wayne's Tha Carter and interviews over the grime-ridden synths of John Carpenter's Escape From New York score.
Recorded in Columbus, OH, Stalley's Lincoln Way Nights (Intelligent Trunk Music) is an invitation to the biggest street side car show in the small town of Massillon.
The latest offering out of Sao Paolo/Perdizes-based label Cloud Chapel is a tableau of guitar skronk, sample collage, and pleasantly congenial vocal ooh-ing alla Young Prayer era Panda Bear, when it was all about syllabic flourishes rather than words, per-se.
The best Valentine's Days spent alone ever.
Malibu Wands tell a more opaque tale written in the same dark red ink, with the kind of unholy commitment to unrelenting swathes of cold, smokey noise and unspoken melodic tension that could be a vision of hell, or at least the Scandinavian tundra one passes through to get there.
In the tradition of Beko DSL, Absent Fever is a new free digital release label brought to all of us by the brains behind the tumblrz verb/re/verb and Flashlight Tag.
We've been bumping "Escalators" since the summer, enjoying the swagger of The Clubhouse's blue notes and Sene keeps the vibes in that smoothed out soul as tracks like "The Gentleman" detail Sene's daily operations of keeping it classy, despite the fit of his jeans.
With the troops assembled, Hellfyre Club has its first sampler called Prometheus, which features E-Super, Intuition, Open Mike Eagle, KAIL, Sahtyre, VerBS and Bomb Zombies. Prometheus is blown out in electro-sonics as the crew discovers its own fire within and presents it to the masses.
Quite effortlessly, B. Lewis welds jam rock horns with bluesy work song vocals, glitched out synths and crackling drums, then cascades into the electro-R&B vibes that FlyLo, Bilal and Shlohmo are cultivating as of late.
An artists' argument with his label is unfortunate, but to your benefit.
The sequel injects 16 bars of humble cool into indie darlings like Phantogram, Javelin, Neon Indian and Frank Ocean, then directs the hypemachine at the elders of indie by sampling Sublime, The Strokes, Erykah Badu and Raphael Saadiq.
While there are missteps like inching too close to the Halloween score for "Nightmare" and "Where They Go" (only in a different key), at the heart of Howling At Hades are two troublesome rappers that lurk hard like strangers in the night.
On Four Seasons - Spring Movement, Green intersperses Greenback's trademark cackle, but the long playing collection is purely instrumental bliss meant to take to the park or the first BBQ of the season.
Jensen Sportag recast its finer moments from Pure Wet, crafting defacto remixes that guide down, down, down to the pleasure center. Enjoy with care and a change of sheets on hand.
Meet Garret Johnson, freaky British Columbian who preps squawking messy garage slabs at home and sends them off freely to the world on his bandcamp.
This Halifax-based jangly experimental indie group have songs that kind of sound like DD/MM/YYYY slowed down by 80%.
The collection of four songs congeal into a mass of schizoid structural fades and plenty of distorted bombast with no center of gravity and rays of guitar shredding haphazardly in all directions.
Al Lover employs his trademark techniques on his trusty MPC, along with plenty of effects pedals, which is fitting considering his source material is probably honing similar effects gear. His committment to the hardware that gave hip hop its first breaths of life is principle in pulling the rhythm and blues from the modern scuzz.
Fly On, UFO is an abduction into the alien territory of sci-fi disco, a sub-genre that is suprisingly dedicated to the themes of dystopia, android love, teleportation and unidentified flying objects. Seriously, none of these songs are loosely applicable inclusions. Each song was clearly written with an intergalactic future in mind.
Producer 14KT is on the rise, providing soundscapes for Elzhi on his reworking of Raekwon's "Verbal Intercourse" on Elmatic, a handful of Danny Brown tracks ("Cartier" and "Generation Rx") and a slew of other Detroit rappers.
Taking her guitar manifesto to withering heights on Glacial Glow, Sarah Lipstate subtly sheds much of the drone while adding many more layers of melody, creating, as she puts it, a wider sonic palette. The resulting product is a slow burning work of art that is worthy of its namesake, one where the beauty behind Lipstate's orchestration comes to the forefront; this is not noise for the sake of art, but rather everything is done with a delicate purpose.
Busdriver had a few words regarding the intentions of his Radiohead remix:
THE SONG LOOSELY DEALS WITH THE POLITICAL UPHEAVAL DU JOUR AS WELL AS THE BRAND OF COMPLACENCY AFFORDED TO TODAY'S LIBERAL-MINDED AMERICANS. IT'S FUN...
RIVKA is a Pittsburgh-based electronic duo who siphon off the smoother tactics from a few of the blogosphere's favorite trending textures: their self-titled album is simultaneously chill as fuck and self-consciously aware of down-pitching choice interludes and smacking some tracks with that MPC hi-hat and saw-tooth synth (see lead-off "Kid Animal").
UMO pitch shift the ever-loving hell out of Brandy, SWV, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and Aaliyah, but beneath the vocal fuckery are homages to thorough New York rap productions that are only missing DJ drops from Evil Dee. Who knew Brandy wanted to be down with Boot Camp Clique?
FlyLo took to his Lovers Melt concept with a renewed fervor on the second installment, selecting 2.5 hours of summer heat from his crates. The second edition features some of FlyLo's favorite songs ever, which also happen to be iconic summer songs like William DeVaughn's "Be Thank For What You've Got" and Bobby Caldwell's "What You Won't Do For Love" .
Alex Zhang Hungtai neé Dirty Beaches sat in front of the bandcamp for a good chunk of time, making available dozens of tracks that previously would have required a bit of well-intentioned mediafiring and/or real-live crate digging at your local, slightly off music store, if you have one of those in your area.
It's a bit of a drawback that Maus' mix-making skills resemble his speech patterns, jittery and disjointed, but the man has a lot on his mind, making the fluidity in expressing it difficult. Thus Gregorian chant records and symphonies are pitted against nervous breakdowns in psyche from The Castaways and Electric Prunes.
A group of tracks picked up from Actress' Twitter feed. Laurel Halo's Antenna was in our top albums of the year list, but our impression of "Constant Index" never gave the impression she was out to make us purr. In fact, we're still not sure how Actress tuned into the prurient side of "Constant Index", but we'll allow it.
Black Dice feedback distortion skitters over hulking shadows ominously recessed in this slab of static electricity that freaks over flattened transistor radio beats and an undulating pulse.
Much like Skratch Bastid's 110% mix from '09, The Entertainer is just under an hour's worth of of seemlessly blended DJ wizardry. Bastid has little issue with mixing Naughty By Nature over Suzanne Vega's "Tom's Diner", pretty much beating Girl Talk to the punch. But that's the extent of the comparison, as Bastid is a legitimate DJ with an artillery of scratches, juggles and remix techniques on wax far beyond Gillis' laptop skill set.
Über-tasteful sample collagist Monster Rally made available a 17-track pile-up of tracks he recorded "in a unbelievably hot attic" in July 2010. He's calling it "pay what you want," which we suggest interpreting as "hundreds of dollars per track," but could just as easily be "virtually nothing," which is why we dub this gorgeous eliding of weed-curated lost vinyl treasures as a most bountiful Approved Theft.
Had the NFL not returned this autumn, J. Cole was prepared to make Sundays a little less depressing by giving away free music on a weekly basis leading up to his September 27 release date.
Brainy structures and crisp production and a band that's massively tight on their recently released self-titled and self-released debut.
Featuring a mighty healthy beat set from Dibiase. It's high time the Green Llama representative release a follow-up to last year's Machines Hate Me, which still gets spins. The first half hour is Dibiase behind the SP404, letting all the imperfections and haphazard samples collide because as he sees it, "The imperfection could be a perfection sometimes."
Terius Nash, a.k.a. The-Dream, released his first free download record entitled 1977. There's an aggression on 1977, that suggests Nash intends to set the record straight as to who's the fuggin' boss 'round here. It should also be noted that Pharrell rapped his ass off on "This Shit Real Ni**a", to a point that even the shitty "rock out" outro could not negate Skateboard P's savvy, yet savage, business advice for the naysayers to make "hatin-ass-nigga.com."
It's kind of comforting to think of Pure X sitting around listening to down-pitched Lionel Ritchie and excerpts from the Beverly Hills Cop soundtrack as part of their daily routine -- sure, the band isn't indicted in the chillwave massacre, but their tastes are filthy with the seed of 80s schmaltz.
Mayer Hawthorne can croon with a pillowy tenderness akin to Smokey Robinson, but before he found those soft pipes he was DJ Haircut - the deejay with an arsenal of funk, soul, disco and fledgling hip hop birthed from those genres. DJ Haircut gave Hawthorne the night off this past weekend at LA's Do Over affair.
Mr. MFN eXquire claimed Lost In Translation was written during a rough patch in the past three years as a form of therapy. Makes sense, as opening track "Triple F" has eXquire spazzing out with a Tourette's-ish "fuck'emfuck'emfuck'em" chorus.
J57 waxes nostalgia on The Analog Tape for the era that included sounds reminiscent of the Stretch Armstrong & Bobbito Show on WKCR. The legendary show featured demo tapes and in-studio freestyles from artists like Big L, Nas, Wu-Tang Clan and Cam'ron.
James Pants was busy with his excellent self-titled record in the spring and never got around to cleaning. With summer coming to a close, Pants is clearing out the archives with a collection of beats made between '01-'07 and this is just Vol.1. We have yet to digest the entire package, as its 1.5 hours of beats, but in our half hour of jamming we are quite pleased with Pants' cleaning process. Here's hoping Vol.2 covers '07 to the present - our favorite Pants era.
The mixtape is 15-tracks of autumnal boom bap from Backwoodz' roster Willie Green, Vordul Mega, Billy Woods, A.M. Breakups, Elucid, Marmaduke, Bond, Pastense and HiCoup. They are joined by affiliates and friends Open Mike Eagle, Junclassic, Nasa, Man Mantis, Eleven, Teddy Faley, Cavalier, Megabusive and L'Wren.
Cool World make the kind of music you'd expect and occasionally hope kids straight out of ivy leagues (Brown) to be making - not overly influenced by the tide of nü waves of the late Oughts, just sort of caught up in the 90s Slumberland swirl and writing songs about baked goods hanging by the lake on the eve of someone's impending death.
The band understands that not everyone can afford to buy music and they also realize you're going to find it for free anyway. So why not just give it to you? All you have to do is send a SASE (Self Addressed Stamped Envelope) to the label (Lovepump United) and boom: you get a free digital download of Ma vie banale avant-garde AND a free AIDS Wolf poster.
Monster Rally released the Coral LP in January, which had us stoked on the power of its warming vibes. While the journos might have their heads up their asses, the remix community responded properly to Coral with 16 new takes on the album. Coral II: The Remixes is downloadable at Monster Rally's bandcamp with fresh takes from Teen Daze, Yalls, Roman Ruins, Superhumanoids and Monster Rally himself, to name a few.
The former Pink Priest continues to be a holy man of all that's glacial and ambient. Apparently the dreamy ultraviolence of Drive got his noble noise fingers going for a half hour EP titled in the tradition of titling things Music for [Ideal Environment Here]. Watson cites Gasper Noé films and I'm hearing some grizzly Dario Argento dismemberment in my future were I to drive to "No Heaven For Us", but generally this is a wind-in-your-face top down kind of trip, not one with blades, and we suggest you take it promptly.
The EP sounds like a companion piece to A Sufi And A Killer. Gonjasufi is still croaking and rapping through distortion, while the presence of east Indian bounce and psychedelia holds strong. The opening cut and title track boasts a grandiose rapper production fugged up through lo-fi aesthetic.
The instrumentals are all minor productions that create lasting impressions within 2-minutes, but function as further proof that Late Bloomers are going to be renovating the house by the time it completes its full length record.
This band is pretty fun. Their description of their album sounds like it was written clad only in tighty whites at 4am with a bottle of whiskey spilling unnoticed on the night stand.
After striking gold in a dollar bin digging excursion, LA producer Duke Westlake caught the inspiration bug and crafted a collection of raw beats and instrumentals.
Milo lifts beats from Gold Panda, Shlohmo, Com Truise, Madlib and Flying Lotus for his mixtape, which dissociates the young rapper from his Chicago roots, but hearing him rap in a style akin to Serengeti or Open Mike Eagle, both LA transplants from Chicago, places him back in the Midwest.
It's about 20 minutes of thick, spectral drone, coated in syrup with the occasional high tone mixed in, except for the track "Logic Rules", which is the first time you'll get to hear someone say "Six hundred and sixty-six" through an autotune.
Edmonton, Canada's Happy Trendy's EP is completely low-fi soft pop, with a good measure of cheer and an even larger measure of audio distortion in the background to keep the saccharine at arm's length.
Veneris Nigrum features contributions from the LA imprints 2012 roster of releases, which includes Nocando, Open Mike Eagle, KAIL, E. Super, Rheteric Ramirez, Subtitle, VerBS, Sahtyre and Pistol McFly.
Back to the Future the Ride's ambient and at times noisy sounds are surprisingly fitting with the '80s sci-fi comedy franchise extension. Brian Miller, ostensibly a time travel enthusiast, conjures bent timelines where present/futuristic glitches touch classicism of the past.
Argentinian/Berliner couple Mueran Humanos play bitter-seeming chants en Español (so they might be about unicorns and lollipops, I can't tell), sequenced over dark keyboards and spare drumbeats. "Monstruo" would fit in at any Manhattan goth-teen dance party.
The first Bebetunes mixtape from James Ferraro is a grimy, oily mix of purple poison hip hop and the artists' trademark '90s synth swoops, all slowed down to an almost crunk tempo and released from it's reptilian cage.