Meow? As in this meow mix is pure plurrfection? Well yes, please. Gimme some meaux. Is that like how you say mo’ in French? Well, allow me to speak in fragments that aren’t really of any language, just combinations of letters that make up sounds that somehow mean something to the EDMs, and give extra credit to those trying to take over the Internetz with Kawaii and hashtags and mo’ money, mo’ problems, Mo Rocca?
Oh EDMs, you get sillier every day, turning gibberish into comprehensible thoughts, making dubstep noises decipherable. Ultimately, the code that only we get, or at least we pretend to for fear of being outside of the coveted know, the dreaded land of UOENO. If you don’t (even) know, you better ask somebody. Definitely don’t act like you know when you don’t. Electronic music is a global phenomena, with roots as deep as the house and trance, the techno movement that started it all. There are new genres being created in real time, as the music evolves with the speed of the technological movement brought on by the invention of computers and creation of digital space, wireless file transfer. It is hard even for a music mogul to stay informed. At Do Android’s Dance, our writers don’t do much else but sit on them Internetz.
It is easy to get lost in digital space, a very abstract concept that transcends any traditional concept of place. Having been raised before the onslaught of technology, I love the smell of old books and still carry a journal to jot down anything. I have evolved though, and adapted with trends. Technology makes it possible for me to kick even more ass as a writer. I can document everything.
Certainly, there is fear of the machine takeover, a robot uprising, and then just a simple concern that you shrink to a persona in digital space, nothingness essentially. I mean, you have to either adapt or get lost in the middle of Kansas somewhere. My heart always beats a little faster, and the access to anything I could ever want to know is like all I ever need. I can see others who can’t keep up, and it is sad. Like, my mom has an iPhone and a twitter account.
Evolution is nothing new; it is human nature. Adapt and survive as things change around you. Things are just always changing, will continue to do so, and even though when you want the minutes and hours to pass quickly it feels as though time is standing still, the reality is that every second passes. It will pass you completely by if you let it. Rip Van Winkle taught me that. And yet somehow I feel like Benjamin Button, moving forward and thinking forward, beyond anything I though I ever knew. Digital space goes on forever, and electronic music is this cohesive that connect and aligns everything that is out there. Blues and jazz, soulful chants bellowing from chain gangs and encampments. Classical music, the arrangement of a symphony or one single note. The counterculture, a Beat generation, the Punks, and give it up for Rock & Roll. Music exemplifies art as life. The energy of sound waves, tales from the past, hopes for our future. And all those feels. Electronic music says nothing, and you need not say anything in return. In one moment, it just all makes sense.
Not everyone gets it, “and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those that couldn’t hear the music,” as the Neitszche quote goes. It is difficult to let the honesty of music take you over, get inside you. It is hard sometimes to know the depths of even your own despair. Facing all that is evil, eyes affixed unafraid, knowing that it is necessary for good to prevail. And even then, it is such a fucking longshot.
Music heals. it saves. It is lessons of our past, ridding history of the raincloud of doomed repetition. Music is everything that has come before and a guide. It is Jay Z‘s voice on your GPS, letting you know there is a fork approaching in a quarter mile. You want to know which way you are gong to go, but ultimately the voice drives you off the road.
“Go straight,” he says.
You are inside the music, and it is inside you. An existential moment with infinite options always. Different sounds can be separated and stretched and distorted, adding depth that is sometimes a shock to the senses. Some noises are hair raising, others invade your insides and make them feel turned out. Frequently the best of mixed tracks will rearrange or melt one’s face clear off.
The feeling that all has been done before weighs heavy on artists in today’s arena. The threats that even house music and trap all sounds the same. That which was once so different, now just a broken record. And you are bouncing to it in the club like there is nothing wrong. The DJ holds out on the drop or a hype man screams at you, and you don’t even notice how unoriginal it has all become.
An artist myself, I can see the need for something unique. My big brain needs stimulation. And so do you. Meaux Green is gonna fuck up your day, carving out a niche for himself in twerk and bass music. So fucking fresh, and yet resembling an old hip-hop mix tape. Flavor, movement at triple digit BPM, more sounds, loaded fills, finely chopped and paced vocal cuts from the most ratchet of rap lyrics.
There is a debate in the talent and sustainabiilty of rap music, which I personally thought was dying with what seemed like gibberish spitting talentless artists as leaders in the game. It wasn’t until I heard the live sets and mixtapes of homies like Heroes x Villains and RL Grime that I saw a bigger picture. The voices of the trap, fragmented words pieced together. Those who cannot hear the music write off this nonsense. Here I sit reveling in the message of artists united, producers deciphering the code of broken english, showing the rest of the world the strength that manifests from struggle. Socioeconomic status, dwindling social programs, and entire cities left to drown. Closer to death than any semblance of life in some parts of the world. Home sweet home to entire populations.
Yet, against all odds, they made it. And since you didn’t understand what they said when it was first recorded, a translator has come along to help you understand their plight. You probably still won’t get it anyway, as this history continues on repeat. All they wanted to say was fuck you. They just wanted to tell you they did it in spite of you, of us.
“Music can succeed where politics and religion have failed,” wise words from a wise rapper, Chuck D.
We are all a product of our environment. This music is widely representative of a generation lost in the violence and cruelty of the world, and found in the filthy composition of a mix for Trap and Bass, a collage that melts together in sweaty, naked, ass-dropping music that is nothing but sex. It is hot as fuck, but I recommend learning to twerk or at least shake your booty a bit before popping in this tape, figuratively speaking.
This dude got it right from beginning to end. It is so complex that with every listen you find a new drip noise or bubble pop, discover vocals unheard. I have listened to this at least seven times in a row, each one revealing the intricacies of this music with every second that ticks. Stacked with Meaux originals and an exclusive that comes out December 23, a sexy track snuggled up in the middle of the mix. This is the perfect hour to bang out over and over as 2013, the year of the trap comes to an end. Seek out the endless list of talent packed into the 60 minutes and 15 seconds of this mix. Undoubtedly an artist in this oncoming era of soupe- up trap music, appropriately choosing songs that are one word variations of the dance that has eyes popping everywhere. You don’t need the skills of Fela Kuti’s dancers in his Nigerian club. Their forceful, very disciplined pelvic thrusts moved broad hips from the center to any radius point, as if there was a circle around their waist. No, the white girls in American clubs, Asian shufflers, muscle-y bros, staff, and security would move to this mix.
Ass cheeks jiggling everywhere. The perfect twerk.
MILO & OTIS – LOVE 2 LOVE U
TROPKILLAZ – I GOT STYLE
TROPKILLAZ – ONE HERE COMES THE TWO
MEAUX GREEN – GRINDIN’ ON ACID
BAAUER & RL GRIME – INFINATE DAPS
BRILLZ & MINXX – FUZZY PEACH (LOUDPVCK REMIX)
PARTY FAVOR & MEAUX GREEN X – G-STRING [EXCLUSIVE. OUT DEC.23RD ON TRAP AND BASS]
MEAUX GREEN – I WISH (REMIX)
DJ MOZES – TWERQUILA
D!RTY AUD!O & MEAUX GREEN – POP MEAN [EXCLUSIVE]
DJ SNAKE FT LIL JOHN – TURN DOWN FOR WHAT
D!RTY AUD!O & MEAUX GREEN – TWERKULATOR (W/ HEADBAND ACAPELLA)
MEAUX GREEN – WHISTLE SONG
DJ SCENE & JAYCEEOH – DAMN
BRILLZ & TEDDY TUXEDO – RVTCHET BITCH (MILO & OTIS REMIX)
DJ SNAKE X YELLOW CLAW X DIPLO – SLOW DOWN EXPRESS YOURSELF (SHOOTER MCNAPPIN EDIT)
TERIO – OOH KILL ‘EM (CAKED UP REMIX)
MEAUX GREEN CAKED UP – THIRSTY [EXCLUSIVE]
TROPKILLAZ – DOPEMAN PLEASE
BOSS ASS B*TCH – BLACK PUMA & KID KOBRA REMIX
MEAUX GREEN – TRILLER
BRO SAFARI X UFO X JESSE SLAYTER – BEAT IT UP
BRILLZ & Z-TRIP – DIRT OFF (PICKSTER ONE REMIX)
CRIZZLY – BUST IT WIDE OPEN
PARTY FAVOR – TOUCH
CYB3RS3CKS – ANGELDUST
SYMONE X JUYEN SEBULBA – BUYAKASHA (COSENZA REMIX)
CRANK THAT THONG HIGHER (TANNER CALDWELL EDIT)
YOU MAKE ME – YELLOW CLAW & YUNG FELIX REMIX