Chris Daly go somepling somepling? Don’t mind if he does. It doesn’t always have to be about the re-invention of the wheel. Sometimes it’s just about perfecting an already smooth design. Sure, the guy who invented the first circular disk deserves the utmost kudos, but does the guy who figured out that inflating rubber tubes […]

Chris Daly defines quiet differently than you or I. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or so I hear. When you’re the grand-nephew of jazz luminary Alice Coltrane (the wife of John Coltrane), and the de facto guru of the LA beat scene, people tend to expect a lot from you. Throw into […]

You don’t wanna’ hotbox with Chris Daly. Following a string of nearly incoherent gibberish, the first comprehensible words on The Gaslamp Killer’s Breakthrough are: “You understand what I’m trying to say?” That sums up his Brainfeeder LP debut pretty well. The work of an obviously febrile brain, the Los Angeles by way of San Diego […]

Chris Daly is pro-Shadrach. I don’t know what you accomplish during your lunch hour, but I’m happy to snag a bite, possibly twist one up, and then call it a success. The Roots’ ?uestlove obviously has different standards. Given the Herculean task of preparing a demo tape of Beastie Boys tracks for their upcoming Rock […]

Chris Daly loves your body, Larry. Full disclosure, when I first stumbled across Biblo, I misread the track submission and thought it was the latest from Bibio, who, of course, is not to be confused with Bonobo, clearly proving that beatheads are an alliterative bunch. As luck would have it, the Gods of Weed and […]