Mixtape 321 • While My Machines Gently Weep
Death In Vegas means many things to many people, but in this case it means a form of audio pummeling.
Death In Vegas means many things to many people, but in this case it means a form of audio pummeling.
Tonight we open with Margaret Glaspy and her delightfully umami voice tackling Creedence Clearwater Revival’s classic, dedicated to all the changing weather, a favorite topic of these introductions. Elsewhere tonight, the set that started with Los Straitjackets and ended with the Skatalites was 🔥, as they say. Look for it in an upcoming Mixtape.
It's a story as old as robots themselves, and Röyskopp is here to tell the tale.
Normally an off night, but I had work travel. Many thanks to Honey Lady for switching nights so I can keep these hits coming! I am truly digging Audio Book Club and their demented Oklahoma skronk, hugging you warm and tight while they stab you in the back. Here’s hoping the Grand Valley is a stop should they venture westwards.
Be ready to dust yourself off after traveling through The Limiñanas’ French Wild West.
The daylight arrivals are now fading into twilight but the season of amnesia continues, this time with forgetting to bring a copy of the playlist with me. The station’s auto-playlister came to the rescue, identifying almost every track. Tonight! We have something particularly aggressive off the Psychedelic Porn Crumpets’ latest release.
Enter Tommy Guerrero’s world of light breeze and perfect t-shirt weather.
Out of all the songs to receive Animal Collective’s swirling dayglo treatment, “Jimmy Mack” might be the most unexpected yet the most deserving. Elsewhere tonight, loyal listener Underdog, usually located in the wilds of Georgia, was able to tune in around lunchtime while traveling in Japan, making the second show in a row with a listener based in Asia. Get me marketing!
Electronic music seems to trend towards extremes of ambience, rhythm, or noise, but there is a place of balance where textures and beats combine aggressively into what can only be called a rock barrage.
It was a quiet night... I believe an unearthly materializing of liquid water from thin air had people on edge. Elsewhere, the phenomenon is so common it has its own word -- "rain" -- but here in the Grand Valley, it's so rare as to trigger suspicions of alien interference, chemtrails, or bitcoin market manipulation. Sometimes all three.