Vox Low

French act Vox Low remain virtually unknown, however, even by the meager standards of niche psychedelia, a state of affairs that releasing 100 vinyl copies of their latest, two-track single probably won’t do a great deal to address. The band have the potential to be huge but, like pandas flown halfway around the world who then refuse to fuck their way off the endangered list, they need to meet us halfway.

Beau Wanzer

Beau Wanzer’s music sometimes makes me think of the kids I knew growing up who stayed up really late in their parents’ basements to smoke pot, watch B-movie horror flicks and discuss esoteric shit with a side of junk food. In aural terms, the Midwesterner producer makes spooky, straight-to-tape hardware jams that often feature samples of creepy laughter and unsettling vocal snippets, murky sound palettes and oozing rhythms. Take “Groove’s No Zone” from his first untitled LP: as echo-y whispers flicker in the periphery of the mix, a lurching, emetic synth rhythm woos the listener as if it were a sonic fly zapper seducing intoxicated bugs who want to, well, zone out to something groovy.

Femminielli Noir

Collaboration between Jesse Osborne-Lanthier (Noir) and Bernardino Femminielli ''To us, it is plainly obvious that the act of mixing traditional structured musical visions causes one to become extremely bored. We have chosen hybrids, and hybrids of hybrids. To put it concisely, the flowing forms of any given vision must never clash with the ultimately contrasting endeavour of transforming inventions. In the vapours of all this garbage art and shit music that floats around, misleading us and polluting our minds with mindless stupidities, we have decided to work for the better understanding of the future of conceptual music and performance. We advocate the use of provocative theatrical-devices, concurrently, contemporarily, creating a wide array of heterogeneous genres.''