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Woodkid – Iron

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Oh my word. Check this video for Woodkid‘s “Iron” directed by himself aka Yoann Lemoine. How. Epic. I’m getting flashbacks of the equally jaw-dropping opening credits of Tarsem’s The Fall mixed with my many hours spent playing World of Warcraft—a winning combination. Well done.

Woodkid’s Iron EP is out now and can be found here. Here’s a bit of what you can expect:

We walk with the shadow of Antony and The Johnsons, Woodkid and Anthony could be kindred spirits of the voice. We can also hear the pretty folk influences of New York (“my heart belongs to Brooklyn, “sings Woodkid on the second track on the disc) and a melodic brilliance that leaves more than a glimpse of the song writing talent of Lemoine (which could flirt somewhere between Neil Hannon and Bonnie Prince Billy).

By the way – Yes, Agyness Deyn (Laura Hollins) is totally getting her post-apocalyptic lesbian wood-elf on and that dog is giving some major face but the true star not even mentioned in the credits is Matvey Lykov, in his widely cheek-boned glory, looking positively scrumptious in that Jil Sander marble suit. I guess he got to keep it from the shoot. He is getting zero love on the press release but I see you, Matvey. I see you. You go boy.

Sidenote: I’m trying to get over my World of Warcraft addiction. This is not helping.

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Yacht – Dystopia

Photo by Pooneh Ghana

There is really nothing else that I enjoy more than morbid dance songs when I’m in a funk. So morose-chic, so happy goth, so The Smiths. Here’s a great example:

Yacht – Dystopia (The Earth Is On Fire)

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James Blake at Music Hall of Williamsburg

Photos by Elisabeth Vitale for Pitchfork

James Blake’s warbling voice is some sort of soul reaper because I simply could have died during last night’s show. Held at the Music Hall of Williamsburg, Blake’s first US venue was smaller than I expected, the space seemingly braced by its sold-out throng. As with his debut album, Blake opened with Unluck, and in a few short seconds established that a.) translating the idiosyncrasies and minitiua found in said album would be no problem whatsoever and b.) it would be even better. When the bass was allowed to surge out of the Funktion One rig, you felt it to your core, transforming what was once relegated to the aural realm of my shitty Apple earphones to a completely physical and (dare I say) raw experience. The crowd loved it.

Though behind the commanding audio, Blake sat in an air of modesty, speaking only to express his gratitude. His movements were limited to a bob of the head a hand up to his face to adjust his bangs. Up in the balcony tables sat Bjork along with Antony Hegarty and members of the Dirty Projectors. If the crowd’s flattery wasn’t enough, their presence surely must have made him blush.

James Blake – Half Heat Full (Old Circular)

As much as it irks me to say it, believe me when I say that you had to be there. The live footage crawling out of YouTube do it absolutely no justice with most of the critical and enjoyable moments being destroyed by the venue-shaking bass.

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