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 […]

Chris Daly has been liking all things odd since Ripley built the first Odditorium. Outlier Recordings has an interesting problem on its hands. Lead act and artistic director, oddlogic, may be too talented for his own good.  The master of Sub Hop is a completionist. At no point do you hear one of his tracks […]

Chris Daly don’t drink no zinfandel. The deranged beats of B. Lewis. A 22-year-old San Franciscan, choice crate digger, obscure sample flipper, but capable of producing a dim familiarity.  No slave to the metronome, the kid’s music has the consistency of a cat tail, skittering here and there, never following a distinct path, but adhering […]

Chris Daly is hoping to either expand PotW readers to additional beats or more really obscure Gen X jokes. Preferably both. Is Monster Rally a bit too sunny for your liking? Would you be a bigger fan if Bonobo didn’t sound quite so cheerful? Then let me introduce you to the boy/girl duo of Ghost […]