COSMO SHELDRAKE

Today’s recommendation is so fine that he had us questioning what music itself actually is. Is it just a sequence of sounds? Is it just a process of rhythms? Are melodies just noises tapped out in an arranged series? Are harmonies just wavelengths that sound nice? How can a chain of vibrations become music? More poignantly with today’s artist, how can some people suggest what is and isn’t music? Without many traditional instruments in sight, except for keyboards plump with samples, here is a new male solo artist making truly enjoyable music almost solely from looping sequences. We’d love him just for his inventiveness and creativity, but make no mistake, he is packing some deadly music, real music, in his box of tricks.

Welcome to the world of Cosmo Sheldrake, an impossibly creative 22 year old solo artist originally from London but now living in Brighton. Here is a musician in the traditional sense of the word. If you consider that perhaps cavemen created the first songs in human history by banging sticks onto stones, then Cosmo is doing the modern equivalent, with samplers and computers as his contemporary tools. There’s no need for guitars, or drums, or any common normality, instead we meet someone mastering loops and sounds. Cosmo is the conductor of his own limitless ideas and this leads to some remarkable creations.

Consider what Beardyman does when he loops samples of his own beat boxing, but remove the comedy routine. Imagine what Grimes does when she layers up electronic sounds and twisted vocals into beautiful ice structures, although Cosmo has a warmth and a lightness not seen since Lemon Jelly. When he uses vocals they are delivered as either samples of others, chopped into new shapes, or sung by him in a babbling use of mostly unintelligible words. The songs are built up layer by layer, in a style so organic you scratch your head to imagine how computers and electronics can possibly achieve results like this. It’s more like he is using machines that wind up using a handle hidden at the back, as if they might run out of energy before the end, as beats constantly verge on collapse. This is the farm-produced end of the sampling spectrum if we consider Grimes is the stylish, modern independent boutique. This point is further proved when you see him literally performing to a batch of pigs in their sty in this enjoyable video.

Cosmo is the son of the renowned author and biochemist Rupert Sheldrake, which may go some way to explaining how his music feels like weird science in action. The family links continue as we learn that we was originally spotted busking with his brother, Merlin, in Dalston, by none other that Mercury Prize nominee, Sam Lee, who asked them both not only to perform with him, but to remix his song, The Ballad Of George Collins (see below). He has also been seen performing in a side project alongside Merlin in the band, Gentle Mystics. Musical connections continue when his biography reveals that he went to school with Bombay Bicycle Club and the guys from the band Theme Park, both of whom jammed alongside Cosmo during school sessions.

It’s the solo work that fires the synapses though, as tracks such as the smooth and endearing Rich, which features the pixie-like vocals of Anna Roo, sounding like Mr Scruff covering Aluna George. If Rube Goldberg made alternative pop music this is what would be produced. The song, Prefusify, delivers another set of samples that blur the lines between keyboards and vocals, both of which he can manipulate like Playdough. New tune, The Fly, continues his magic musical jewellery box theme, with another pop song that has instant appeal. His lyrics are decipherable this time, although just as strange, seeming to be sung from the point of view of a happy fly.

Here is a true multi-instrumentalist for the computer generation. He creates impossibly delightful symphonies, as if the mice in Bagpuss had reached out beyond children’s television, and it’s a refreshing sound in a music industry dominated by safe clichés. The genre of beatboxing doesn’t quite do this samplist justice, as although there are hip hop elements to this, we actually have a middle-class, countrified application of the Beatboxer’s new technology. He played jazz and classical piano from the age of 4 years old and has been known to play the banjo, the drums and even the double bass, so Cosmo is perfectly capable of using traditional instruments, it’s just that electronics allow him the freedom to explore his ideas that bit further. You can see him here on a TED talk, the globally-popular events designed to spread innovation and ideas, mostly using British birds as his sampled sounds. And this runs at the heart of why Cosmo is worth your attention. It’s the same reason why that Caveman picked up some sticks a few millenniums ago. Music is about play, it’s about improvisation, it’s about ideas and it’s about nonsense. Essentially this is what music is all about. It’s not about contemporary instruments, traditional band setups, or any ideas that have arrived in the last century, it’s about human nature and the desire to fuck about. And Cosmo Sheldrake fucks about better than most. (MB)

COSMO SHELDRAKE – THE FLY

COSMO SHELDRAKE – RICH (feat. ANNA ROO)

SAM LEE – THE BALLAD OF GEORGE COLLINS (COSMO SHELDRAKE REMIX)

DREAM PANTHER

OK, OK, let us begin by clearly stating from the outset that today’s recommendation couldn’t have picked a more cliché’d hipster name if they tried. It’s the equivalent of trying to find your band moniker by the ‘porn name game’ method of placing the first street you lived on before your first pet name. Find your ‘hipster band name’ by throwing the words “ghost”, “panther”, “tropical”, “wave”, “dream”, “beach”, “safari” and “swim” into a hat and picking out two. “Oh, what did you get?“. “I got ‘Dream Panther’“. “What about you?”. “Me?”, “Oh I got ‘Tropical Ghost’”. “Cool”. “I think I prefer the first one though”. (*Sucks hard on another blunt*). You get the scene, right? Additionally you need to include a selection of half naked babes shot with Polaroids and people smoking weed in hazy pipes for your front covers and you’re in hipster cliché heaven. However, music isn’t about the monikers or the front covers, it’s about, well, the music, and with Tropical Ghost – sorry we meant, with Dream Panther – you get a set of absolutely gorgeous songs.

We’ve been reliably informed that Dream Panther is made up of band members, Nick Kisearas and someone named Gusto Cat (apparently). They are born and raised Angelenos from South LA, who started life as a duo in 2008. They remain unsigned, but have released Serious Sauce Vol. 1 on the Los Angeles based cassette label, MJ MJ. Herein lies the source of our discovery, as The Recommender is currently negotiating with people, blogs and brands that we want to co-host showcases with at next year’s Great Escape Festival (why only ‘host’ a show, when you can ‘co-host’ is our ideology for these things). We’ve recently reached out across the planet to FMLY, an LA-based art/culture/music collective that likes to connect globally with interesting, mainly-music-based projects. The MJ MJ label is affiliated with this collective and it was FMLY’s Cameron that hooked us up with this artist. If they can provide bands half as good as Dream Panther for our Great Escape showcase then it should be well worth the planetary-sized connection.

Dream Panther creates songs that operate on a level that will have your subconscious mind hitting the repeat button even if you don’t choose to. Some of these tunes are found operating so smoothly and so deftly that they almost pass you by without you noticing. That’s not to say that you don’t enjoy them – you most certainly should – but you may well find yourself on track five before you know it, when you swear you hadn’t reached the end of the first song, so seamless and atmospheric is their sound. It’s like when you enjoy a perfectly made cup of coffee, only to consume it without really noticing a single sip. This is refill music to while away hours and hours and fuck us blind if life doesn’t need artists precisely like this on occasion. Listen to this duo when you have time to pass and you’ll find yourself effortlessly transported hours into the future with a smile on your face.

Although Dream Panther’s sound is nothing particularly new, familiar as this genre is to stoners world wide with their drifting, mellifluous music, feeling like several similar counterparts, all of which seem as un-threatening and horizontal as a hipster on holiday in Hawaii, but make no mistake, this is comparably gorgeous. Their next release will be a 6-track EP, called Beyonce’s Child, and FMLY were kind enough to hand us a private listen. You too can stream a couple of it’s finest moments below, with the track, Dorsey’s High, which marries a ghostly guitar echo, that arrives in ever warmer pulses over some wonderful ethereal vocals. The weirdly-titled Late Night Gymnodaedia combines a sound more akin to those familiar with the 1980s Hamlet cigar adverts and the looser, slower-paced world that the early Lemon Jelly EPs used to occupy. As with all Dream Panther’s songs there’s an intangible haze to it all, but hidden inside each track you find melodies that are tweeted at you in a manner that would have Disney’s cartoon birds commenting on how cute they are.

Elsewhere on the EP we find more vocals, which is particularly awesome with the track Chutes And The Ladder, allowing a more soulful silk to be laid out over their usual drifting sands. The EP’s last two tracks introduce a picked up pace, with the final tune slipping in some sun-infused, grooved basslines. It will be interesting to see how this duo deliver it in a live environment, especially as it suits the kind of visuals we see with the below video. You can catch them on stage in LA through September (tonight at Pehrspace) and in October (at The Central on the 3rd and at The Wizards Den on the 19th). Overall their work is a masterclass in how to make music that sits between your thoughts. Their mostly instrumental, sample-heavy soundscape is the sound of another enjoyable day at the beach. They won’t be among your top ten artists of all time, with their music suffering from a strange sense of amnesia, as you forget it all ten minutes after the EPs finished, but if John Lennon was right and “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” then this is the soundtrack to those in-between moments. (MB)

DREAM PANTHER – CHUTES AND THE LADDER

DREAM PANTHER – DORSEYS HIGH