“Fireworks” is probably my favorite Animal Collective song and definitely the Animal Collective song I most wish would get a blown-out, fluid, sexual R&B cover by Miguel or Frank Ocean or someone else who could pull it off; until that blissful day, I’m happy to take this psychedelia-at-the-mall version by Montreal band Holobody, with that super-plastic texture that kicks in halfway through, like a bunch of balloons rubbing against each other. (Via Fader.)
Via Fader, here's Working On My Novel, the latest project from artist Cory Arcangel: he says it documents "the act of creation and the gap between the different ways we express ourselves today," I say it documents the impossibility of coincident documentation and the brutality of having an outsize mismatch between your ambition and your chill. Either way everyone wins because they've been published by Penguin, and a live feed of all the dilettantes is available at Cory Arcangel's book site.
We made it. We found love in a butt rock place and hate at the top of the charts; we fell in love in sickness and health but mostly in sickness, we played Knausgaard bingo, we took stock of our handbags, and we baked a Roman nut tart that called for... fish sauce. We had a personal revelation (although not the one I would have chosen) and celebrated Prince George turning one. We dated women in Paris and re-watched It Happened One Night and read Blake Lively's website for approximately five minutes. We were lonely, we refused to wiggle, we turned 40. READ MORE
"Rude" is the #1 song in America; “Rude” is a strong contender for the worst song I have ever heard. For the lucky uninitiated, I can only explain “Rude” like this: it’s the aural equivalent of a man listening to reggae for the first time in his racecar bed, slowly fucking the hole in a Kidz Bop CD. READ MORE
The Foton-M4 research satellite launched on July 19 with five geckos on board. The plan: To observe their mating activities in the zero-gravity conditions of Earth orbit. [...] But shortly after the satellite made its first few orbits, it stopped responding to commands from mission control. READ MORE
This track is an immediate shot of adrenaline: though Scottish producer Rustie and known beast Danny Brown have apparently never met in person, they've got an insane, high-octane chemistry on "Attak," in which Brown's traditionally apeshit flow works deep and quick in the pockets of Rustie's switch and skitter, with the vaguely Yeah Yeah Yeahs-"Rich"-y sirens spiking in the back.