Chris Daly brings the Rocky Road while others bring vanilla. There are those of us of a certain age who recall with fond clarity the early heyday of rap, waaaaay back in the 80s. Pull up a chair, kids, because I’m about to give a lecture. In some of its earliest incarnations, hip hop had… Continue reading »
Chris Daly has seen Akira 76 times. Daniel Trudeau and I have something in common. While I cannot attest to whether or not he shares a similar fondness for uber-obscure, Asian, ninja-zombie movies, I do know that both of us recently fathered our first child. Not together or anything, but we’re both daddies now nonetheless.… Continue reading »
Chris Daly did not consult the urban dictionary for this post. Jawn. It’s a Philly thing. Like liquid cheese on a Pat’s steak or an insistence that the weather is always pleasant. For one’s beats to qualify for the category, crisp drums, tight horns and soul are an absolute must. Repping the City of Brotherly… Continue reading »
Chris Daly was thrown out of at least four Band Camp’s during his youth. Based on sheer volume alone, the likelihood of “accidentally” stumbling upon a gem at Band Camp is about as probable as finding the proverbial needle in a non-tattooed arm. Who the hell has the time to winnow through the hundreds, if… Continue reading »
Chris Daly owns six lava lamps and four dark light posters. Mecca:83, for one, would like to welcome our alien overlords, apparently right into his bedroom. Following the freshly blazed path of dropping albums on the heels of one another (no Shlohmo), the Manchester producer has stacked a collection of interstellar grooves worthy of your… Continue reading »
Chris Daly hates to advocate drugs, alcohol, or violence to anyone, but they’ve always worked for him. Alex Ludovico wants you to understand that drugs are bad, m’kay? Except when they’re good. And celebrity is a bitch that will get you in the end. Except when it doesn’t. As a concept album, I think I’m… Continue reading »
Chris Daly owns four kitchen sinks, all made out of matching marble rye. I first mistook Daniel Vangel’s debut full-length album title, Breadth Control, as a simple, but clever, play on words. Upon repeated listens, however, it became abundantly clear that the title is, in fact, a personal challenge. Vangel produces such thick and layered… Continue reading »
Chris Daly will DJ your after-after-after-party is you provide him with Speed. He’s a big early Sandra Bullock fan. If you’ve been fortunate enough to catch the Analogue Monsta tour and weren’t too stoned to forget, you quite possibly picked up the aptly named “Analogue Monsta Mix,” a little over an hour of music by… Continue reading »
After writing this post, Chris Daly received his rolling papers back; the package was mostly empty. For most of your bass-y, beat-y mix updates, the wise amongst us know to turn immediately to Sach O’s brilliant finds. Imagine my surprise when I realized this morning that I actually stumbled across a beast myself upon which… Continue reading »
Chris Daly spent most of 1996 lamenting that he hadn’t traded his Upper Deck Ken Griffey for four Kevin Maas rookies and the stub of Gregg Jefferies’ eye black. The equation itself is straightforward enough: pump the synthesizers to the forefront, drop the percussion to background position, and layer on as much sleaze as a… Continue reading »
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