Peter Holslin
Peter Holslin is a freelance journalist, music writer, and musician originally from San Diego, Calif. He was born in 1986. He is super chill, can make a fine cappuccino, enjoys a good hike, often makes up words, and prefers goat meat to every other kind of meat.

Though he spends much of his time tearing his hair out and punching himself in the face trying to perfect his writerly craft, he also occasionally makes weird beats and songs. Hit him up on Twitter - https://twitter.com/peterholslin.

Currently Listening:

Kamasi Washington - The Epic

Ahmad Jamal - At the Pershing: But Not For Me

Charlie Parker - The Complete Verve Master Takes

Charlie Parker and friends - Complete Jazz at Massey Hall

Earl Sweatshirt - I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside

Too $hort - Get In Where You Fit In

Richie Rich - Don't Do It

Young Thug - Barter 6

The Coup - Genocide & Juice

Erykah Badu - New Amerykah Part 1 (4th World War)

Nosaj Thing - Fated

Sam Cooke - The Complete Specialty Recordings

Funkadelic - Maggot Brain

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Currently Watching:

Jazz (Ken Burns)

Game of Thrones

Silicon Valley

Cul de Sac: A Suburban War Story

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Currently Reading:

Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk by Ben Fountain

Black Music by Amiri Baraka

Rip It Up and Start Again: Postpunk 1978-1984 by Simon Reynolds

The First Collection of Criticism by a Living Female Rock Critic by Jessica Hopper

 
Peter Holslin adheres to a strict, mirrored-aviators-only code When it comes to South African hip-hop, the first thing that comes to mind might be Ninja from Die Antwoord mugging for the camera in ghoulish pitbull prosthetics. Coming in at a very close second, though, is the adventurous music of Spoek Mathambo. The Johannesburg-bred MC/songwriter/producer may […]
Peter Holslin got lost on the way  It’d be interesting to get a peek inside Shlohmo’s electronic setup and see precisely what kinds of horrible things he does to the sounds he’s working with. Are the L.A. beatmaker’s knobs all twisted, levels screaming in the red? When he uses distortion, does he settle for no […]
Andy Stott's new album hits like a bowling ball thrown off a roof. Pete Holslin reports happily from the gutter.
Fall Mixtape: Peter Holslin December 3, 2014
Peter Holslin vows to be the first music writer to file copy from the International Space Station. I have a friend who has a toddler son who’s obsessed with the moon. He immediately grabs onto anything circle-shaped, and when the sun goes down, I hear once trotted out to the backyard to yell, “Moon! Moon!” […]
Pete Holslin revisits the Sublime Frequencies re-issue of Iraq's technicolor compilation
Peter Holslin looks good in a mustache It’s impossible to say who invented the four-to-the-floor beat. My guess is it dates back to a primordial age, when Homo neanderthalensis first realized they could bang rock to ground in an effort to convey the fire in their loins. Some 350,000 years later, plenty of dance music […]
Peter Holslin subsists entirely on decaf and Halloween candy. One of these days somebody needs to put together a Venn diagram outlining the similarities between doom metal and psychedelic soul. From a superficial standpoint these two genres seem completely different, but there’s a lot more overlap than you might expect. They both have roots in […]
Peter Holslin relaxes to hardcore avant-garde improv jazz. Ariel Pink’s recent interview with The New Yorker reads like a master’s thesis in the art of trolling. In the span of just over 800 words, he manages to joke about suicide; compare Twitter controversies with the Rwandan genocide; proclaim love for pedophiles and necrophiliacs; diss his […]
Peter Holslin can’t think of anything funny to say. Just as Philip Seymour Hoffman stole the show in countless movies, so too did the Spaceape bring life to classic dubstep tunes. A poet, vocalist and performer, the man born Stephen Samuel Gordon was best known for his ferociously singular voice—a chest-caving, barking, murmuring monotone, which […]
Peter Holslin built pyramids in a past life. The more I listen to hardcore Egyptian street rap, the more it resembles American hip-hop. The Cairo movement, known as “electro cha3bi” or “mahraganat,” may have a distinctly local flavor, but anybody who’s gotten their pupils dilated to the sounds of Chief Keef or Sicko Mobb would […]
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