Dino Felipe + Finesse and Runway :: Review-Combo (Schematic, CD's)

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  • Dino Felipe :: I’m You (Schematic, CD)
  • Finesse and Runway :: Self-Titled (Schematic, CD)

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    “Our choices are not made freely,” spouts a comic book Karl Marx in an
    old anti-communist pamphlet, “… they are forced on us by the times in
    which we live,” he concludes summarizing his mentor Hegel.
    If such is
    true, then the lines in which music drives down towards invention are
    bordered by the shopping malls and apartments its culture can fill. So
    any nostalgia filled jaunt to the sixties, seventies, or even the 18th
    century is kind of like waddling down a lane full of traffic cones or
    conversely hitting an open dirt patch of country byways now blocked by
    commuters. Perhaps that’s why throwbacks can seem so vitally new when
    they remove the constrictions of our times or so remarkably over used
    when we notice their conservative-is-ms still haunting us. But if you
    accept this as true, then Miami’s Dino Felipe might very well be more
    than just your average nostalgia soaked time connoisseur. Starting off
    on punk/ noise label Public Eyesore he’s released dirt clods of speaker
    exhaust so grueling Wolf Eyes dared to split a 12″ with his other unit
    Old Bombs. And conversely with Finesse and Runway he’s re-invented the
    limo-cade brick weight cellular soundtracks of gentrification that
    marked our fair year 1984. Then he’s revealing his life in a series of
    3-minute hand recorded doodles and songs so quirkily transcribed they
    seem more like commercials for Dino-ness than music. And that’s where
    I’m starting this review, with the very beating heart of Dino-ism, and
    his third full length for Schematic, I’m You.

    I’m You’s predecessors are a competitive bunch; Film Toby was
    masterful ambient, Xanaconversex (still my favorite Dino album) knocked
    the kilter of ambient wash electronic melodies into garage fuzz more
    inline with Pavement than Carl Craig, and I’m You is a bit of a return
    to Toby’s more melodic laid back atmospheres. Ok I rip all these
    promos to I-tunes and listen to them while I write these things so I’m
    stopping at “Steamy Halls,” now listening to “Candi Staton.” Ahh OK so
    “Steamy Halls” on I’m You is a good track where Dino creates his vocal
    image into a hesitant stammer not unlike Woody Allen’s lack of
    assurance and then builds in lo-fi electro, one swooning decrepit vocal
    rip a little bluesy or Jennifer Herrema-ee, (click, play 2 of “Staton’s
    In The Ghetto”) drives home a ragged homage that I’m rather fond of.
    It’s such soundtracks to e-mail, tweaking Photoshop files, destroying
    last nights Soulseek duds, the mundane actions of the everyday that
    still contain that little essence of 90s technological enthusiasm that
    I’m You seems to so effectively hone in on. But even Dino’s tones,
    hyper-kinetic amphetamine drenched fast-forward lurches, bear little
    resemblance to any previous autobahn venture into the digital realm.
    Felipe lives in a period of his own, dropping ground-zero collages as
    crescendos to solid electronica songs that twitter and spazz in a way
    that’s not annoying but rather charming. “In The Orange Field” is just
    another good electronic ditty (it even rips Aphex at times) and it’s
    pulled off so effortlessly that it makes you aware just how above the
    mold of IDM perfection Dino is. In person he claims these ambient
    tracks aren’t his bag and it shows, I’m You is more akin to Animal
    Collective or Black Dice, only without The Collective’s indigenous and
    folk references. I’m You is a step back for Dino but still a step
    forward for music as whole, its ambivalence to history’s trade routes
    and contemporary road ways means it might be electronica’s only current
    form of escape.

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    Finesse and Runway though is a consciously historical piece of music.
    Delving into the eighties as its reference, Dino’s production duties
    mesh the Felipe sound with new wave. “Melba” provides vocals and
    inspiration and the album flows by as one excellent dirt-infused
    neo-electro trash-pop fucker. Finesse and Runway is sonic overload at
    times sounding like Royal Trux’s Twin Infinitives (second Twin Infin
    reference of the year) and others bubbling into silly songs about boys
    in locker rooms, and of course a sexual effrontery that would make
    Kathy Acker proud. But it also presents a diversity of music so
    mind-boggling well done, yet lo-fi, it blares the signs of someone who
    traverses a music with out becoming a fan. Anyway, I just read some
    smart guy review at Pitchfork a lot like this one, so I’m just gonna
    go and end out with a yippe hey hooray for My. Felipe, the video game
    squire that makes all the straight boys wet as Mr. Von Schirach once
    put it.

  • Dino Felipe’s I’m You + Finesse and Runway’s Self-Titled albums are out now on Schematic Records.

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