♫ Listen: CDX – Lion Cuts

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Why you’d do this to your cat is beyond me, but I don’t have a cat, so I don’t have to make that call. Tim Thornton does, and what he does with/to his cat is none of my business; if he wants to shave most of it except for the parts that actually make it look like a lion, that’s on him.

But maybe Lion Cuts (Doom Trip), Thornton’s new endeavor as CDX, is the perfect descriptor for cutting away the excess, as it were, and going lean and mean, with a few aesthetic touches here and there for intense flavor and style. Still, Thornton’s approach to drippy disco-synthesizer grinders is workmanlike, getting right down to business without any nonsense, no fuss, no muss. The jams jam in earnest immediately, not not jamming until nearly everyone in a hundred-yard radius is exhausted from jamming these jams so incessantly.

Is it a surprise that these CDX jams were recorded live with no overdubs?

It should be.

These blasts from the Blue Lodge trip smoothly through apparatuses aimed at suspecting and unsuspecting everypeople alike, pulsing unimpeded in false color arteries like mass transit at rush hour in the frictionless future. In this future, everything serves a purpose, nothing is wasted, not a single molecule, not a single note. Thornton’s got the efficiency thing down here, a well-oiled — well, not “oiled,” that would be wasteful. Maybe a well-waxed or whatever it is in the future they have that makes things run smoother. Probably a polymer. Maybe it’s just pure energy. Whatever science has come up with, it certainly hasn’t predicted this well-maned, oddly groomed stylistic anomaly. It’s the only evidence left of excess.

It’s fine, though. No, really, it’s cool.

Lion Cuts by CDX

♫ Listen: CDX – All Night

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We all continue to think that the major decisions that affect the world are made at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, a.k.a. the White House, where the smartest and most powerful people in the world, so enabled by the smartest and most discerning voters, live. But we’re wrong about that, and you and I have been wrong about it for a while. The decisions that affect us the most are hashed out far from the most populous and urbane centers of culture. I’m telling you, everything that happens happens because the word has come from Suite 309, Cleveland, Ohio.

Donning his most-powerful-man-in-the-world hat and big-boy trousers, Tim Thornton, Suite 309 honcho and CDX electronic mastermind, steps up like a boss to the hot mic at the office Christmas party and bellows his deep baritone through the PA that “it’s time for everybody to dance — everybody dance now!” Seemingly unwilling to take no for an answer (or even wait for an answer of any kind), Thornton cranks his grimy techno workouts, composed upon the most sophisticated digital baubles and punctuated with the dankest digital filters, and keeps on keeping on to the breaka breaka breaka dawn.

We dance All Night, and we are so ordered again and again, and we are all worn out.

We align in communal exhaustion, knowing it is right, knowing that Suite 309 has the answers and is taking care of us — will always take care of us. This CDX stimulus package, All Night, is a jolt right to the system. Right to all the systems — economic, circulatory, Nintendo Entertainment… you just name it.

All Night by CDX