♫ Listen: w. baer X lila tirando a violeta – “sleep tight love”

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Nobody sleeps on the subway, really. The tumultuous area is a complete hub of frantic chaos. Whatever time of day, sleeping on the subway is a pensive action, and very tight. Suffocating almost, and more-so than just the general crammed-in sardine feel. It’s like a one-eye open feel, even if you do start to nod-off, one jolts themselves back into reality, whether that jolt is of intrepidation, alert, forgetfulness, weariness, or ache. Thus, an image, of a bed, can be the only fantasy, in the most uncomfortable of situations.

Shouts out to w. baer X lila tirando a violeta for concocting the perfect soundtrack to this situation. Press play on their newest collaborative track “sleep tight love,” and keep on guard, while drifting with peace. It almost sounds like that clamming medium of steady beat intensity with floaty braided melodies that intentionally clash in harmony, still working of the sharpness of rhythm. Deceitfully sharp around soft edges. And — no joke — should be picked up for a new SUV or Grey’s Anatomy spin-off theme-song. w. baer X lila tirando a violeta should make millions with “sleep tight love.” Level up:

♫ Listen: Lila Tirando a Violeta x Snakepiss – Holocryptograms

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There’s a trapdoor basement somewhere where someone willfully fell into for the adventure of it all. This basement is just the top level of these layers into a journey of entrenched illegality. A well with a rope that leads to a darker layer where a beat rips and no light is shed. Bodies pushing against each other, all warm bodies, swaying with the music, sweating. All together sweating. The finest club in the city, unseen. Until a staircase is found pressed against a back all, and descending it leads again to another level of these layers, feign neon wafts gusting into the faceless gas masks of people turning their heads and staring behind goggles at the bastion on a quest. Relentlessly looking around in a panic. Frantic and finding a lift that continues to pull down through layers and levels of unfathomable visions and sights to behold until it stops. Bottom level. The layer. Hosted on Collapsed Structures. Holocryptograms roaming and barely visible. Both Lila Tirando a Violeta x Snakepiss trying their best not to snicker. Fading in the corner, Lighght. Voices whispering in ASMR echos:

“The walls are coming down. The struggle to feel special intensifies. The need to feel right, to justify your decisions, to plant your flag, is overwhelming. Thoughts that are not yours are shrapneled into your brain. You have never truly had your own thoughts. They have been recycled for thousands of years, through billions of minds, and are just now reaching you.

The walls are coming down. You will escape whether you like it or not. The ancient organizations are insufficient. You are insufficient. You are dying and we are being born again together.”

Holocryptograms by Lila Tirando a Violeta x Snakepiss

♫ Listen: A.M.I.G.A feat. Infinity Meter – “LATINCHAT”

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What was it about early 2000s electronic that embodied so much Sass™ and Glam®? In the aftermath my monthly binge/ritual of electro-clash, trance, and all dance in between, I always come away astounded at how brash music of the time was, verging on excess. And that’s even ignoring how outwardly sexualized it all was. Does that betray some age of confidence, or even some weirdly conveyed, cynical zeitgeist? I can’t tell, I just adored Fischerspooner around then. The vague abrasiveness of electro-pop, edgy by virtue of tone and verging on cheeky (which, for the record, I love more than most things in life). It’s probably no wonder I feel right at home with today’s overbearing social presences and the unabashed celebration of pop.

I think I’d be doing a terrible disservice interpreting A.M.I.G.A’s music beyond what it sounds like: a manic, bouncy synth pop at home on an indigo and peach drenched catwalk. Yet I can’t ignore that nagging feeling that the Uruguayan duo feels my wavelength and adores the gratuitous 21st century just as much as me.

a.m.i.g.a.uy by A.M.I.G.A