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Review: Black Panther The Darkest Night Ever!

Label: Third Earth Music

A longtime DJ and mixtape maestro hailing from Brooklyn's Fort Greene district, Black Panther has made a name for himself through radio work, shows with hip-hop crew The Ancients, and a series of dope compilations. For his latest project, BP enlists a team of NYC underground all-stars, who bring the lyrical fury over 17 Panther-produced selections. Third Earth fam members Kimani and Mr. Khalil both appear, as does the inimitable Jean Grae. The mighty Stronghold posse is in full effect, and we also get treats from Murs, Oktober and E-Dot. Raw hip-hop from some of New York's finest. Read more » 

Review: Bingo Palace Whistle Me Higher

Label: Codek

Fa Ventilato and Frank Heer may currently hail from Brooklyn, but the sound they make as Bingo Palace is a far cry from the thrift-store self-consciousness of the Williamsburg set. Sounding as if Calexico and Air collaborated in order to simulate both the epic Italian prog of Goblin and Brian Eno-produced Bowie (albeit in a sleek ProTools kind of way), the conceptual leanings of Whistle Me Higher take in Western film scores, svelte house and Giorgio Moroder, and breathe them back as a Casio casino of shifting mirrors. Read more » 

Review: Bergheim 34 It's not For You, As It Is to Us

Label: Klang Elektronik

When is a band not a band?

Review: Animal Collective Here Comes the Indian

Label: Paw Tracks

To balance the weight of technological artificiality on a single blade of grass is to achieve some great, transcendent understanding of modernity. And to gain this understanding is to unlock the mysticism of Animal Collective's latest album. Although seemingly noisy and covered with grime and grease, the tracks that appear on Here Comes the Indian originate in droning tones, tribal chants and the forest rock of the UK circa 1970. Buzzing, bubbling, sucking and squeaking, these jams do for the ears what a few mushroom caps will do for the eyes. Read more » 

Review: Bent Coppa The Payoff

Label: Proper

Your boy Coppa follows up his debut for Proper from last year, "Break In," with another electro-infused party-rocking bit on this title track, which is reminiscent of a more bombastic Elite Force. The flip's "Pimps" rolls with a more '80s feel, but is still pretty mean with its sliced-up streetside vocal samples. Thumpy. Read more » 

Review: Dust Where You Wanna Be (Roots Manuva Remix)

Label: Bar DeLuxe

Your man in London, Rodney Smith, puts the funk into cinematic dream-rockers Dust's little jammy-jam with scratches, thunky beats, some West Coast-gone-haywire high-register keyboard noise, and some of those puke on "Babylon"-style lyrics, ya see? Hard, strange and irresistable. Read more » 

Review: Oren Ambarchi, Gunter Muller, Voice Crack Oystered

Label: Audiosphere

This latest installation in Audiosphere's excellent Invisible Architecture series is perhaps the most compelling to date. That the teaming of guitarist Oren Ambarchi, percussionist and MD-master G?nter M?ller, and cracked electronics virtuosos Voice Crack (Andy Guhl and Norbert Moslang) would yield such stellar results should come as no surprise. After all, as three-quarters of Poire_Z, M?ller, Guhl and Moslang are a tried-and-true combination. Read more » 

Review: Strategy Strut

Label: Outward Music C

You'd think that with a title like Strut, Strategy's debut would be bursting with big swaggering sounds. Instead, Strategy's point of pride seems to be in his wide palette of rather small though stylishly melded beats. "Fuck It, Baby" is tiny, kicky dance music-IDM for toy soldiers-and "Splash" starts out with sweet patterned beats that get rubbed away by light swipes of sandpaper. "Delicious" builds into a muted, watery reverb, an amniotic lullaby similar in tone to "The Sea Is So Cold." From the budding Portland experimental electronic scene, Strategy shouts proud. Read more » 

Review: Matthew Dear Ep 1 & 2

Label: Spectral Sound

You can't help but think you're listening to some strange history on these two bits of vinyl. Ann Arbor boy Dear neatly disabuses techno of its orthodoxy, either by sucking it into the void ? la Coil on "Laguna Madre," snapping it like a sugar pea on "Reae," stuffing it into a cave on "Lakonic," or simply muffling the whole whiny mess under his shoe on "Pinch & Pillage." Ten tracks for the whispered end of history. Read more » 

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