Who is the Modern Wang Chung?

Sundowners photographed by incomparable mid-century WASP Slim Aarons

Les Sins Lina

Les Sins is a high energy, rolling piano house from the genius mind of one South Carolinian Chaz Bundick, now known far and wide as being behind the kodochromatic blissed out funk pop Toro y Moi. Just like another Chaz (Jenkel), he's got a firm understanding of the dynamics of rhythmic funk (listen to that guitar!), as well as a flair for the more addictive elements of French Touch house (listen to that sample!). If 2010 is not going to disappoint me, there's got to be a studio date between this guy and Philippe Zdar at some point. Maybe they can score a remake of William Freidkin's To Live & Die in LA.

VGA or Super-VGA

Toro y Moi Human Nature (Michael Jackson cover)
Toro y Moi SadSams2 (Demo)
FM Attack Sleepless Nights
Real Life Send Me An Angel

By popular demand and for a limited time only, more from Chaz Bundick, known to most now as Toro y Moi, including his cover of Human Nature from Michael Jackson's Thriller album.

FM Attack is the nom-de-chanson of one Shawn Ward, from Vancouver, BC, supposedly newly signed by Tiga (although I can find scant mention of that). This is from his debut album Dreamatic, half of which sounds like it belongs on the soundtrack to the Canmore, Alberta-filmed 80's BMX film Rad (like Real Life's Send Me An Angel), the other half of which brings to my mind a toned-down Designer Drugs (octave-jumping bass-lines, synth stabs, and those tight mid-80s LA tom fills). Slow-dancing BMXes were the height of mid-decade romanticism, I think.

I'd like to make an early Christmas request: a Cat Power & Sade duet, please, and preferably nothing too blues-y.

The world at the shore, the world below the surface...

Chet Grow Old Gracefully
Himalayan Bear Sounds Are Birds
Nobody and Mystic Chords of Memory Broaden A New Sound
Beach House Master of None
Toro y Moi Master of None
Washed Out New Theory
Suicide Cheree

For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity

-- Wordsworth