Mixtape 307 • Sweet Danger
Sit in the shade and listen to Obongjayar to make a hot summer feel cool.
Sit in the shade and listen to Obongjayar to make a hot summer feel cool.
Looks like July will be another three-show month, so I’m preparing lots of audio fireworks. We are delighted to discover Foxwarren and their sweetly trilling “Deadhead,” which features a most incongruous but enjoyable video. Also, Broncho was amazing, read my review on Ink 19.
Stop accepting all this nonsense and get aboard the Mamalarky.
Another daylight arrival! I brought the wrong headphones! We started out with an AM anthem from Albert Hammond (Sr) in the quite capable hands of White Hassle. This song is also the reason Hammond gets a writer’s credit on Radiohead’s “Creep” which is a story for a separate time. Broncho in Salt Lake City tomorrow night!
Every early June, I’ll hit the first day of the year where it’s still light when I get to the radio station. It’s a few weeks before summer officially begins, but it always feel like the starting gun for the season. Tonight! We start out with Mhaol, who would just as easily cut you as they would kiss you, and proceed from there.
Did you know BRONCHO rehearses in a special zero-gravity room filled with disco lights and exotic decorations? They don’t, but they sure sound that way.
Enjoy a small slice of tragic beauty in the form of Nell Smith, whose musical instincts reach well beyond her perpetually young voice. Tonight I had to park down the block, as The Sauce Boss was visiting the Radio Room all the way from my old Florida stomping grounds.
Tunde Adebimpe gets all three darts inside the bullseye.
Nothing like the feeling of having a new Broncho album to obsess over, I invite you to join me to, as they say in my native country, “sumérgete en cheddar.” Elsewhere tonight, panic at the discotheque — if you were listening, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
One final challenge awaits: swim through the Reservoir of Bliss, filled with honey, liquid moonlight, and endorphins, then dance in slow motion across the infra-disco, as BRONCHO's underwater guitar syrup and whispered falsetto choruses are playing.