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Kid 606: Songs About Fucking Steve Albini


Kid 606: Songs About Fucking Steve Albini

Label:Important
Format:Album
Media:CD
Release Date:2010
Genre:Electronic/Dance

By Bret McCabe | Posted 3/17/2010

Girl Talk's Greg Gillis didn't so much steal Kid606's hyperactive thunder so much as hijack copyright infringement for pure pop purposes. While both artists crib snippets from a wide berth of pop songs, Kid606 grudge-fucking bits of Missy Elliott, Radiohead, and Kylie Minogue together on 2002's The Action Packed Mentalist Brings You the Fucking Jams is completely antithetical to Gillis' party-hard mash-ups of Roy Orbison, UGK, and Twisted Sister. Gillis embraces pop's shared musical associations, while Kid606 irreverently tries to strip away pop's mass spectacle from the references. It's not that these are the two poles of the mashup spectrum, more a window into aesthetics. Gillis appears to enjoy the dance-floor rush of a well-stitched series of pop songs; Kid606, aka Miguel De Pedro, seeks sonic pleasure elsewhere.

He might seek it in his reflective albums exploring sonic space. When Kid606 released P.S. I Love You in 2000 almost on the heels of the jack-hammering beats of Down With the Scene and GQ on the EQ , P.S.'s atmospheric richness didn't feel like an about face as much as a split personality. Only after a few listens did De Pedro's fingerprints begin to show, and only then in an arrestingly austere ways. If his latest ambient disc, Songs About Fucking Steve Albini, isn't as immediately shocking as P.S., it's only because Kid606 has revealed this side of himself already.

On the best pieces here, Kid606 transforms seemingly simple sounds into abrasive fuzz and darting tones that get massaged back into a moments of tranquil beauty. "Purge Deem Idol" and "Periled Emu God" emit bursts of hypnotic waves, and indecipherable and processed vocals on "God" become a rabbit hole for the ears. "Lou Reed Gimped" opens with a pulsating ringing that feels as magical as a Carl Orff oratorio, while the static haze of "Deep Lid Morgue" and the percolating glitch tracks "Die Rumpled Ego" provide the fertile soil out of which the music sprouts. It's not a game-changing album, merely another welcome curveball from an artist who appears adamantly uninterested in conventional fame.

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