Kao – Lemming Shuffle

Kao busts out the Lemming Shuffle in dope visual.

Riding high off his new mixtape ‘Liability Jones’, the self confessed ‘charming, misanthropic bastard of West London’ has just dropped the visual for the 2nd video from the tape, which you can stream below. The project features production from Rewd Adams, amongst others and is the start of bigger things to come as he’s due to follow this up with a mixtape and album too, under the same series.

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Field Day 2018 FACT/Bugged Out! stage times announced

Get plotting!

The stage times for FACT/Bugged Out!’s stage at Field Day this Saturday (June 2) have been revealed, with Gilles Peterson taking the headline spot at 8pm and Lemmy Ashton kicking off proceedings at 11.30am.

DJ Seinfeld B2B DJ Boring, Jayda G and Amsterdam’s Young Marco are also set to play the FACT stage in association with Bugged Out! See the full schedule below.

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Natalie Prass: The Future and the Past review – musical magpie channels Karen and Janet

(ATO) The singer from the Spacebomb collective scrapped two albums on the way to this brilliant final version, where old styles – soul, R&B, tropicalia – never feel retro

Of the steady trickle of albums to have emerged from Virginia’s Spacebomb Studios in recent years, the best might well be Natalie Prass’s eponymous 2015 debut. It seemed like the perfect collision of artist and place. As much a mad folly as a recording facility, Spacebomb is a studio dedicated to making records in the way they were made in the 1960s and 70s, complete with a house band: in Prass, they found a local songwriter whose tough nine-year apprenticeship in Nashville had left her with an impressive ability to craft songs that weren’t so much retro as timeless. Filled with glancing references to old southern soul, show tunes and classic Brill Building songwriting, you could imagine the songs on her debut tumbling out of a radio at pretty much any point in the last 50 years; its opening tracks My Baby Don’t Understand Me and Bird of Prey imbued with that weird, covetable quality of instant familiarity, sounding on first listen less like a new song than old classic you’d known for years, somehow forgotten about and were charmed to be reminded of. Continue reading