Three New Ideas from Michael Harounoff #1: Jai Paul, How To Dress Well & Hype Williams
29 Oct 2010
as concepts go, it’s as simple as they come – mike watches more new bands than anyone we’ve ever met, so we’re having him write a weekly column about them. he’ll get over excited, declare them to be better than the beatles, and we’ll all scratch our chins wondering whether he might actually have a point.
Having already been handed the key to the blogosphere, Jai Paul will soon take his rightful crown as ‘THE one to watch of 2011’. Breakthrough track ‘BTSTU’ has had the mainstream reminded of Hot Chip and Prince whilst the hipsters hear Dilla drums and ‘Ready For The World-esque melodies. Hype aside, Jai stands for the musical movement we should all be prepared for. If 2010 was the year the grunge kids went and dug out their Nirvana, Black Flag and Pixies albums, 2011 is the year the (can’t believe I’m about to use this word) urbanites delve deep to the days of Jaheim etc. etc. etc.
Tom Krell is in many ways the midpoint between the lo-fi of the past and the slickness of the future. His beautiful falsetto vocals are held back by distorted beats that almost sound like playing your favour XL record on tape via a machine that’s been left out in the rain for a day. I think the point is that beauty can at times be hidden behind ugly things, therefore making those ugly things appear to be beautiful even though those thing we perceive to be ugly are in fact beautiful in their own right. Or something. Oh, and it’s good music to get jiggy to.
Hype Williams will be somebody’s favourite band of all time. One guy will obsess over this band until it kills him. At least one. This may seem like a small deed, but take in the mind the current musical climate and how we all behave toward new music – we’re like cattle-ravaging lions around bands at the minute, leaving as soon as we’ve stripped a band’s carcass of meat and never thingking of them again. Oh yeah, Hype Williams – imagine all the best music from 1969 onwards mashed up in to on song, but instead of being clumsily directed, it’s carefully dispersed amongst a ridiculously strong musical output for someone so fresh in the face.