Archive for June, 2009




I Am Not A Robot

is the first music video effort from Marina. It’s a cut from The Crown Jewels EP which has been in heavy yo-ster rotation since it’s release on June 22nd. The EP also features Seventeen, a masterpiece so fantastically honest and powerful you will be singing yourself to sleep all night. She is larger than life on every track and we can not wait to see her live on stage. A little birdie (named twitter) tells us that she nailed her Glastonbury performance yesterday. Unfortunately she is not coming to the United States of shamefully delayed pop music any time soon.

Her record, which should be released this winter, may be the most anticipated album of the year. “I am Marina and you are the diamonds.” That’s all you need to know for now.

http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=59549839,t=1,mt=video
Look out for the Starsmiths 24 Carat Remix. It’s Brilliant.

MY NEW FAVORITE PARTY


NAME: The Bunker
NIGHT: first Fridays
LOCATION: Public Assembly
MUSIC: minimal techno, deep-tech
STORY: “What’s a good Friday party?” “I don’t go to clubs on the weekends.” “Things just aren’t the same anymore.” You’ve heard it a hundred times. What’s worse? People are starting to get used to the fact that due to poor talent management, bad attitude, and utter mispromotion, clubbing in New York City is simply not an option on the weekend. New York’s lush new night spots and velvet ropes may never appeal to those who still remember when some promoters had more than money on their mind on any given night. Parties may never be as spontaneous as they were when patrons really supported their discos, Amanda Lepore danced for tips, and Larry Levan deejayed for brownies. Not to mention even today’s highest paid “superstar djs” are really as predictable as your average pop radio station. Still there is one party, yes just one, that manages to satisfy our love for the unexpected tracks, unpretentious party personalities, and mostly undefinable experiences.

The Bunker is held in a large dark cavernous space that bends around a corner to a back room where a second dj is set up on the floor instead of on stage. The stage is where transcontinental beatniks groove around freely, hiding those seated along the wall who may have had too much. Through the back room there is also access to an alley outside where you can enjoy some privacy and fresh air with your new (probably foreign) friends. The sound system is full and clear from every corner; the whole place pulsates. The most amazing part is there is never a long line and there is no secret name you can say to get in any faster. The party usually goes into the early morning anyway so there’s really no hurry. It isn’t polite to push people out the door at 4am is it? There’s truly something special about The Bunker that has kept the best djs in the world on the bill. One day when The Bunker is history and nightlife is once again reserved for the exclusive jet-set we may sit back and say “things just aren’t the same anymore.” It’s a different world. That’s what you’ll love about it.

Djs for the following weeks include Marcel Dettmann, Marcel Fengler, Eric Cloutier, Move D and Anthony Parasole in addition to amazing residents Spinoza and Derek Plaslaiko

NEW BOYZ: “YOU’RE A JERK”

REVIEW: SALEM (JUNE 20/NYC)


Here’s a band we don’t hate. They’re an electo buzz-band, yes, but are they typical? Emphatically, no. Their music first made its way across our desk last week along with a mysterious invitation to a private show in the Financial District. They won us over immediately with their eerie DIY darker than dark sound. Salem is really dark. The words sadness, goth, hate, and depression will all come to mind as soon as you press play. If Salem beats were on their way to work they would be crossing the bridge from dronesville to tech-town followed by an enchanted ferry ride toward hip-hop land. Trust us, when the beats arrive at the office they’re sent home right away because they scare the shit out of the rest of the staff. After reading loads of crap about their “cult status” and their “utter vagueness” we felt obligated to find out if they were in fact literally amazing. The music was just too good not to investigate especially since no one we knew had any real leads on where these guys came from. The group has granted very few interviews. “My old roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s band”, an acquaintance explained.

The performance was held at the China Chalet, a not so shabby two-story restaurant located on the creepy end of Broadway near Wall Street. Around half past midnight the ballroom on the second floor began to fill with heavy fog. A video projection of frightening police brutality footage flickered and became steady. Salem is as sexy as they come. John Holland, with his long feminine hair in his face as he slowly hums the lyrics into the microphone, stands between his drop dead gorgeous colleagues Heather Marlatt and Jack Donoghu. They are at once intimate and detached, emotional and cool. Donoghu especially has a face for magazines but what’s more exciting is his tendency to keep his fingers on the left most keys of his Korg synth, ensuring the deepest bass lines possible. The vocals are also heavily distorted which really adds to the druggy chopped and screwed feel. The show was great. A truly visceral experience, you can feel this band a mile away.

Please don’t bother listening to Salem via computer speakers or earbuds; it would be a waste of time. Salem must only be experienced in full bass on your real speakers or in the ballroom of a smoke filled Chinese restaurant/lounge.

TRUJIZIMS

Mark Ronson did a nice thing for Yo-ster.

There is now a music video for Battlefield.

Anti-Pop Consortium is back in Fluorescent Black.

I’m in love with Ringo Deathstarr.

I need a job.

The sims are homeless.

I made a mistake when I said “half the people I meet are sluts.” Half the men I meet are sluts so what I should have said is “a quarter of the people I meet are sluts.”

You can keep
“> track of your sex life
, really.

Actually, nevermind, half the people in New York are sluts.

NO WONDER I CAN’T SLEEP


You have my blessing, Mark. Make the music you want to hear.

In a related story, Yo-ster.com’s special project: whatmarksaid.blogspot.com has retired after this actual twitter account of Mark Ronson’s was discovered. Honestly, I’m a little surprised it took a whole month for it to show up on our radar and I’m a little dissapointed in Mark for caving but apparently Lilly “Twilly” Allen is somewhat responsible. Women, am I right?


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