Suburban Night by Quantifier
(found on Makossa's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
couldn't say it better than last.fm already has: a mix of jazzy sounds, strange, deep and filtered synths with a heavy Trip/Hip Hop beat
Soz by Bushy
(found on Makossa & Megablast's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
happy and tricky to describe. there is piano, real piano, but also looping. mumbly british vocals.
(found on Makossa & Megablast's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
full bodied and comfortable. enough to keep you interested, but I wouldn't say it is a groundbreaking track.
Pula Yetla by Letta Mbulu
(found on Fela Kuti's Similar Artist Radio)
(short sample streaming here)
dramatic, divaish, something you could sing if you were the lead in a fantastic musical (this coming from someone who doesn't even like musicals)
Message in a Bottle by Wunmi
(found on Fela Kuti's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
wunmi has been called the Queen of Afrobeat. check out her cover of this old track by The Police.
24 Carat Blag by The Herbaliser
(found on Bonobo's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
music for an action film
Makossa & Megablast discuss their musical approach. i like it. a lot. i want it. a lot of it. they describe their process as sampling without sampling. identifying components of other music that they like, replicating it, and recombining it with other original material to create something new and wonderful. real instruments. i love real instruments.
the only downside to this video is that Makossa and Megablast have english dubs that aren't the best. i imagine that they are originally speaking in German.
i'm sorry that i interrupted you crossing of the street and in that way ended your life. perhaps you will go to the land where the trees have not ceased their production of acorns.
The Blue Wrath by I Monster 
(found on I Monster's Similar Artist Radio)
(full track streaming here)
a little pipe organ, a little game show, a few terrifying children, and a generally sinister feel
Keep You Hird (Plej Remix) by Hird 
(found on Imposterpockets' Neighbourhood Radio)
(full track streaming here)
delicate like backyard birds, skipping and tripping along
(found on Imposterpockets' Neighbourhood Radio)
(full track streaming here)
funky, strolling or driving slow through an exotic open market
....................featuring the vocalist from Listen My Friend by Tosca
....................(full track streaming here)
(found on Imposterpockets' Neighbourhood Radio)
(short sample streaming here)
a chiming animal is lost and possibly making dolphin calls
i dreamed that i was in a car with three other people. the person driving was a corrupt police officer. somehow, the man in the front passenger seat convinced the police officer to pull over and let us out. once we were out of the car, the man continued talking to the crooked cop, distracting him, while i made a run for a nearby building to sound the alarm.
however, before i got to the building, the cop stepped out of the car and shot me twice in the back. in typical dream weirdness, i was both inside and outside of my body when this happened. i saw the first bullet pierce my spine at about the the T12-L1 level. the second bullet was about an inch to the right of the first. i saw them as though i was wearing no shirt. they didn't feel like a real bullet wound would feel. it was more like a cracking of a knuckle or snapping a part into place while assembling something.
and i died.
i have never died in a dream before.
after the bullets, i was unable to move, and then everything went gray. peaceful, and dark. it felt like the deepest, most rejuvenating sleep ever. contentment. completion. rest.
even though i was feeling so settled, something made me get up. i got up out of my body. crossing that barrier felt like i was a large band aid being pulled off. there was a sticking moment, and then i was free.
and i dove into a swimming pool as a ghost. who knew that ghosts made a splash?
i don't think that in real life i would trade eternal peace for swimming.
i don't even own a swimsuit.
School of Seven Bells podcast
from Morning Becoms Eclectic on KCWR
listen to the broadcast here
