Like some kind of benevolent pied piper of international partydom, French electro-pop producer Martin Solveig (né Martin Picandet) bestowed last year’s Dragonette collaboration “Hello” upon the world, luring disco refugees, degenerate club kids, and dirty hipsters to the dance floor like hypnotized rats. And now Solveig wants to let you…
Unlike most bands named after seaside apparel and/or accessories (i.e. Swimshorts, Sunglasses, Sandals), bicoastal digi-pop duo Bikini doesn’t spin hazy, wavy sounds designed specifically for sunny, sandy days at the beach. Dark, distorted, and dance-y, this stuff is more like the soundtrack for a drugged-out midnight trip into deep waters…
Bad news, lazy hipsters: The inaugural Bruise Cruise is sold out. You literally missed the boat. And now your cooler, richer roommate is rubbing it in your face by giddily stuffing her oversized duffel bag full of Red Bull, airplane-sized bottles of unlabeled vodka, two iPods, back issues of Vice…
The dude’s been dead for two decades. But even so, jazz demigod, congenital rebel, and cocaine enthusiast Miles Davis looks like he’s gonna have an incredibly packed 2011. Earlier this month, the trumpet-wielding master reissued an expanded Bitches Brew Live, a soul-scorching set of electrified jazz-rock pulled from his infamously…
If you wanna shake out your pompadour and sweat through your underwear, then stutter-step down to the Vagabond tonight for DJ Jonathan Toubin’s Soul Clap & Danceoff. Direct from NYC with an assist from the Bruise Cruise people, this rock ‘n’ soul party is so fucking powerful it somehow turned…
Ever since Poe Boy label alumni and North Miami native Billy Blue dropped swagger-heavy summer track “When U Hood U Good” in July 2010, he’s specialized in the kind of click-clack cooked up specifically for cruising the causeways between Miami Beach and the mainland at midnight. And his new-ish single,…
Working under an assumed fame name inspired by ’60s Swiss sex bomb Ursula Andress and the pseudo-futuristic numerical suffixes used to sell Atomic Age household appliances (i.e. The Cubla Carpet Sucker 500!), Brooklyn-via-Miami mixmeister Ursula 1000 (born Alex Gimeno) has spent ten post-millenial years mining retro musical territory for new…
A night out with sample-happy psycho Girl Talk (AKA Gregg Gillis) is never gentle. Imagine your brain being force-fed 36 hours of music in 36 minutes, pushed to the brink of seizure, and then fucked by a superpowered laptop that’s been wrapped in plastic to protect it from all kinds…
It’s called an “out-of-control crush.” Lately, we here at Crossfade have been totally and shamelessly agog over Miami’s weird and whimsical Rachel Goodrich. We’ve gushed about her “twisted, jaunty tune ‘Light Bulb'” and its “whimsy-laced lyrics.” We’ve stomped around the office to the tune of “G-Dino.” And we’ve chatted the…
Yeah, we seriously slagged Questlove’s last local DJ gig. In fact, you may remember us saying shit like, “Besides the purp stench lingering in the air, nothing about Questlove’s mix … got us high” and “We’re done covering DJ sets.” Well, um, we meant it at the time. But with…
N.O.R.E. With ¡Mayday! As part of the Rising Transit Lounge Saturday, February 19, 2011 Better than: A XXXL Fatburger with cheese, some Swisher Sweets, and a PBR. Remember when Victor Santiago Jr. (AKA N.O.R.E., AKA Noreaga) got busted at a SoBe burger joint for slugging some dude three times and…
A month and a half ago, Rachel Goodrich packed up her car and hit the highway, bound for Cali. In the run-up to the February 22 release of her self-titled sophomore album, she had set up a month-long residency at Los Angeles’s Hotel Café, a tiny Hollywood joint where a…
After kicking ass on the Israeli rock scene for years, lawfully wedded rock star duo Hank & Cupcakes decided it was time for a trip to the Americas. So they hung out in Cuba for six months before trekking up to NYC where they joined the hipsteriffic population of Williamsburg,…
Straight from scoring a gold-plated gramophone statuette for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance at last Sunday’s 53rd Annual Grammy Awards, Hawaiian pop crooner Bruno Mars and his bouffant hairdo were pleading guilty to cocaine possession in a Las Vegas courtroom. Back in September, the Mars man got busted in a…
Like some kind of benevolent pied piper of international partydom, French electro-pop producer Martin Solveig (né Martin Picandet) bestowed last year’s Dragonette collab “Hello” upon the world, luring everyone from disco refugees, degenerate club kids, and dirty hipsters to the dance floor like hypnotized rats. And now Solveig wants to…
Unlike most bands named after seaside apparel and/or accessories (i.e. Swimshorts, Sunglasses, Sandals), bicoastal digi-pop duo Bikini doesn’t spin hazy, wavy sounds designed specifically for sunny, sandy days at the beach. Dark, distorted, and dance-y, this stuff is more like the soundtrack for a drugged-out midnight trip into deep waters…
Have you seen the very meta, ’80s-referencing music video for Dragonette and Martin Solveig’s hyperactive retro-house collabo track “Hello”? If not, dial up the YouTube immediately. All the dudes look like Björn Borg and all the ladies look like Christie Brinkley. The premise: Solveig (DJ Mag-ranked number 47) and fellow…
If folk wisdom is to be believed, a Latin person’s blood runs two or three degrees hotter than the normal core temperature of 98.6 Fahrenheit. This condition is called la pasión, and it explains why American Airlines Arena becomes a 19,000-person sweat lodge every time someone like Marco Antonio Solis…
For those street-heads whose chronic-sucking, crip-walking heyday is 15 years behind them, Queens-born Puerto Rican rapper Victor Santiago Jr. will forever be known as Noreaga. Partnered up with fellow New York City product Kiam Akasi Halley (AKA Capone), Santiago co-owned the East Coast rap game for a solid minute in…
Despite its girly name, The Pinker Tones is a 100 percent male band formed in 2001 by two dapper dudes from Barcelona, Salvador “Mister Furia” Rey and Alex “Professor Manso” Llovet. And if you’re expecting some kind of sonic cutesiness befitting pink, you’re off the mark again. There’s nothing especially…
If you’re among the fortunate few whose acid-soaked inner child hasn’t been snuffed by a billion boring days at the office, then Rachel Goodrich’s twisted, jaunty tune “Light Bulb” should still fill your skull with all kinds of weird and wacky hallucinations. “You know, I like to take a dark…
The dude’s been dead for two decades. But even so, jazz demigod, congenital rebel, and cocaine enthusiast Miles Davis looks like he’s gonna have an incredibly packed 2011. Earlier this month, the trumpet-wielding master reissued the expanded Bitches Brew Live, a soul-scorching set of electrified jazz-rock pulled from his infamously…
