Anamanaguchi stays epic. Here’s their new EP, Airbrushed. Just click the image above— pardon the pixel boobs.

http://files.nyu.edu/br774/public/Two-Door-Cinema-Club-What-You-KnowRedlight-Remix.mp3?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

Two Door Cinema Club, “What You Know (Redlight remix)”


As I said, yesterday I picked up about 40 real intense electro songs, and in the interest of not blowing everyone’s faces off their heads, I’ll be keeping some of them locked up until I next need to blast music somewhere. However, this is a nice summer groover for you, both original and remix-wise.

The original “What You Know” is a real funky song to begin with; plenty of hand-clap and sing-along chorus opportunity here. The guitar lick is still holds together the track from beginning to end. Redlight just treats it like a car on the highway that can only pick up speed— The song progresses further and further into synths and shakers and all sorts of other devices and only offers brief respite at about 4min. Not nearly enough time to let you catch your breath.

i can tell just what you want/ you don’t want to be alone/

syfo:

I need to stop thinking

When I feel that way, I write. It really helps me out, in case you’ve never tried it before.

That’s a new installment of “Advice You Didn’t Ask For” with your host: me.

http://files.nyu.edu/br774/public/Frank-Musik-and-Don-Diablo-ft-ish-Confusion-girlthe-name-is.mp3?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

FrankMusik & Don Diablo, “Confusion Girl (The Name Is…) ft. Ish”


I downloaded about forty new electro tracks earlier tonight, and in the course of that I also stumbled across these couple of verses by an unknown rapper over one of my favorite candy dreamlands of a song, Don Diablo’s remix of “Confusion Girl.” Guess what song out of those forty that I’ve listened to the most since then?

The original remix of “Confusion Girl” has some pretty regretful sounding vocals, but the synthy melody is uplifting, bouncy, and worms into your head like nobody’s business. I have trouble classifying it myself. To have someone rap about bettering themselves over this pushes it into sappy-80’s-teenage-movie-credits level of wistfulness.

In a really good way.

and i ain’t slowing down now/ cause i’m in the zone/ don’t rely on no one else/ i’ma make it on my own