Bikini’s latest video, “ACheerlaeder”, features various scenes from Woody Allen’s 1998 black and white film Celebrity. Much like the film sequence, “ACheerlaeder” is something of a dramatic disorder. Through cut and paste elements, “ACheerlaeder” rides with, but simultaneously romanticizes the drama, domestic violence and glitzy drug life of Celebrity, through the intensifying and passionate track.
The opening pulses of the beat rush alongside Leonardo DiCaprio’s physical blows. To come is the poppy, upbeat chorus that seems misplaced in the midst of this overall chaos-ridden circus episode. As the song builds, the clips become more and more choppy and repetitive. The song’s varying intensities slow and build faultlessly with the level of sex and violence in the clips. In the coda, as the beat builds to its climax, the video slices and dices with increasing speed, leaving the viewer finding it hard to navigate the content. Nevertheless, the beats are simultaneously in line with the movements of the Allen scenes, to close in a chaotic abruptness without diminuendo.
The clip burrows itself within the song that bloggers have been uneasy to classify into a genre. “ACheerlaeder” is a lo-fi song comprised of self-made beats, a poppy chorus and, whatever the hell it is, it’s one of those tracks that spins and stimulates. Impose Magazine called it a “gauzy ambient” that’s “sample-based, textured pop.”
Putting on CFCF’s debut album, Continent, I’m aurally transported to a decadent and deluded era when the DeLorean was still in production, Michael Jackson was still black, and about 75% of New Yorkers had a monthly coke habit expensive enough to pay for my entire 4-year college tuition. The Montreal DJ/ remix-er has created an electro album infused with a rhythmic spirit reminiscent of early 80’s disco and house music, while layering it with hazy motifs. The album opens stoically with “Raining Patterns”, a dreamy track layered with catchy synth lines, cascading piano, and a pumping dance beat that reminds me of early M83. The character of the first song resembles that of the rest of the album in that the sound washes over the listener, who can’t help but drift in and out of a trance-like state. My personal favorite off of the album is “Invitation to Love,” which embodies the sounds of neon lights at night, exuding atmospheric chords, luscious bass lines, and decadent handclaps. I recommend bumping this shit while prowling the city at night. While the songs may not necessarily be very radio friendly (7 of the 13 tracks clock in at over 6 minutes), the album, for me, as a whole, captures a pervading sentiment among youth that epically cheesy synths are not a fad of the past, but the way of the future. The album dropped October 27 on Paper Bag Records, so go out and get it now and don't forget to drop by Cloud9, the sideroom special at Tokyo Thursdays to peep this dude's live DJ steez...its radical.