The L.A. Weekly INCHES column may be on permanent hiatus, but the images live on. Check out the new addition to Aural Standards, dubbed Vinyl Porn.
“The thing you need to understand about The Funk, is that once one discovers the need for it, one’s gotta have The Funk pretty much at all times and in every form possible. Roofs of houses and clubs alike have burned as a result of this phenomenon, while onlookers either idly stand by in Funk-inspired negligence or actually chant, seemingly celebrating the loss of another property at the hands of The Funk.”
Photos and Mp3s and charts, oh my! Get over to INCHES!
Quick blog bits from around the L.A. underground (and up). Share ’em.
- FEATURED: Is Rapper HOPE Compton’s Next Big Hype?*
- Mayer Hawthorne Hooks Up with Beat-Maker Nottz
- MP3: Soul Chanteuse Remixed by Flying Lotus, Mount Kimbie
- Beat-Waver Sumsun Remixes Alpha Pup’s Oscar McClure
(all stories via West Coast Sound, via L.A. Weekly)
* In the just-out music video for the new H.O.P.E. track, “Bliss,” our unlikely hero has his lights turned out as a result of insufficient funds. Still, he’s got the skills to pay the bills.
New tunes in the INCHES column! Fantastic fuchsia wax was photographed! A free song offered up for the jeep! Top ten vinyl sales chart shared by Vacation Vinyl! Plus, music critique-ry! Get over there already!
Stones Throw has pressed up some more copies of the incredible Dâm-Funk 5LP box set, which gives me an excuse to finally write about it. This hefty collection has been dominating my at-home rotation for some time now. I think it might have something to do with that incredible hair.
Read about it (the record), and download a track for free at INCHES.
Hello! Come one come all. Tune in and drop out of the daily grind with the sweet, sweet sounds of L.A. residents Take and Matthewdavid. These beat scene regulars have come together to share two sides of a sorely limited 10-inch platter that’s a must own for fans of progressive electronic fare.
Dig in to the latest installment of INCHES here.
You often can judge an album by its cover, but what does it mean when that cover depicts the musicians as A) a godlike figure with arms spread and an umbilical penis protruding from his pants, and B) the manchild of that divine figure, still attached bellybutton-wise to said life-giving dong, covered in sweat? Read the latest installment of INCHES to find out.