Squelching acid-y bass set to lyrics about how beautiful a place Israel is, the kind of place where you just might want to dance. Video has the Anglophone world guessing, and guessing, but while people play the frustrating and unproductive speculative-irony game, little attention seems to be paid to, you know, the actual music, made by Gaby Kerpel, part of the Buenos Aires Zizek collective, much respected around these parts.

Cumbia Non Stop

Now this I absolutely love. Kraftwerk receiving the cumbia treatment. I have no idea where I downloaded this from, or who is responsible for this. Such are the perils of the digital distribution network, but the awesomeness of the song remains intact.

If Burial existed in the cumbia world instead of the dubstep world, I would imagine something like this:

People use the post prefix pretty casually in their music vocabulary, post-punk, post-garage, post-minimal, etc. But the idea of making music based around the stuff echoing in your head after you leave the club is worth exploring more. What is it supposed to sound like? What details collapse into each other? What gets lost? What is remembered incorrectly? Listening to music becomes a quest to distort it.