Ol' Dirty Bastard - Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version (listen) Does it actually count as listening to rap when the volume is turned low so that the songs are rendered as dulled ripples against the ceiling fan's whir and Ol' Dirty's rage is unintelligible chattering off in the deep recesses, less obtrusive than the occasional phone-call snippet bleeding through the plaster from next door?
Mark Tucker - Batstew (via OngakuBaka) This little outsider monstrosity consists largely of a loner recording sounds from inside the hearse he owns, a couple of sweet amateur hippie Baroque numbers - my favorite micro-genre, when eager souls are compelled to emulate Love on the budget of Like - and one totally uncomfortable recorded episode with the real girl for whom this mess is named. Enjoy!
Ecstatic Sunshine - Freckle Wars (listen) I've seen these guys twice I think, watched them get down with the gizmos in a joyous new toy way which is difficult to take from the outside holistically but the radiation from said joy cooks a little of the rawness out of you.
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