There are few pleasures as richly kaleidoscopic as the Rashomon of Remixing: the online beat battle.
Two of the foremost beat fight clubs are located at cratekings.com and stonesthrow.com. In the message boards at both sites, disparate producers, most weaned on hip-hop, take a shared sample and do with it what they will.
Consider the latest from Stones Throw — the 126th beat battle hosted by that great record label. The originating cut is a mostly instrumental bit of soul, “Look What You’ve Done to Me.” And as of this evening, more than two dozen renditions have been posted, key among them an entry by Theory Hazit that takes the initial funk and cuts it up into something just broken enough to be entirely contemporary
(MP3).
Then there’s DJ Earl-e, who slows it to a spartan pulse, the guitar flashing past like a distant comet (MP3), and, just to single out one other fine entry, an edit by Density & Time, which ratchets up the guitar into something approximating hard rock, though the looped beat ensures it’s never mistakable for anything but raw hip-hop (MP3).
View the full set of entries in chronological order at drop.io/stmbbattle126 — especially should the links above fail to function. Witness the original posts and voting at, respectively, stonesthrow.com and stonesthrow.com.
The song “Seberg’s Paper” by Unyo is not the standard Hexawe release. Hexawe is the name of a netlabel, and the music released on it tends to sound like anarchic video arcades partying after closing time. “Seberg’s Paper,” in contrast, is subdued, with birdsong and, early on, gentle conversation snippets interweaved with dreamy tones and mundane field recordings (
Listen through the noise. Listen through, as if trying to see something hinted at off in the distance, through fences and trees, past throngs of people, well after dark. There’s something out there, for certain. And there’s something in here, here being the title cut of Castor Volant (by Darcin, born Nicolas Dion), a half hour of pixel sludge — and that’s a compliment, for the effort required to make something this thick and threatening out of something so infinitesimal as digital pulses — buried within which are fragments of melody (