MOTHERMARY aren’t your average twin sister duo who managed to escape both Montana and Mormonism to resettle in Brooklyn and make art-damaged darkwave electro-pop as a form of cleansing "sacrilegious ritual" before eventually teaming up with Italians Do It Better maestro Johnny Jewel who placed their latest musical offering entitled "Resurrection" (timely title) on his third installment of the After Dark compilation series featuring label stablemates such as Chromatics, Desire, and Double Mixte.

“Resurrection” is a moody come-hither heavy-breather chock full of pregnant pauses, sawtooth synths, acid basslines and ‘80s electro-tom fills. You can listen to the song at 34:10 below but really why not just listen to the entire After Dark 3 comp because who couldn’t use a good hour-plus of dark synthy sexiness to cleanse the palate of the past fours years. And heck, while you’re at it just go ahead and buy the triple-LP on “Green Slime Vinyl” because Happy Days Are Here Again. [addendum: music video for "Resurrection" also included below]

“Resurrection is our version of the story of Selene, the Moon goddess in Greek mythology. She finds herself in love with a mortal she can’t help but visit every night. Their relationship strained… by his own mortality & natural barriers of the night… tempts her lover to choose eternal sleep so that they may resurrect their love every evening” -MOTHERMARY

File Under: Italo–disco. Giallo soundtracks. The Neon Demon. Twins of Evil. Twin Peaks: The Return. Daryl Hannah in Blade Runner. John Carpenter in the disco. That scene in the Terminator with the chain-link fence new wave dance club. And of course that scene in the Star Wars Holiday Special where an elderly Wookie masturbates to a hologram of Diahann Carroll. And so on. (Jason Lee)

Florist fades in on a swell of shimmering voices, followed by a warm, resonant layer of bass and drums, on its opening track “Think B4 U Spk.” Those wraithlike voices are soon swept into a sonic funnel cloud (neat production trick) while over chiming tones a gentle, lullaby-like voice entreats the listener: “We’re going nowhere / it’s cruel weather for days.” The narrative then unfolds something like a 3am phone call with an estranged lover or maybe just with yourself. Hazy voices from the song’s intro weave in and out of the conversation, building up to a brief squall of submerged guitar-freak-out until everything drops away.

Ilithios is the latest project of Manny Nomikos (Catty, Gracie Manson, Coyote Eyes) who in this guise comes off something like a Greco-Korean-American indie-rock Dennis Wilson. Besides the flowing locks you’ll find plenty of raw vocal expression set against blissed-out background vox, pristine musical arrangements, soaring melodies and ambient revieries. The songs are often lush but with a hint of Charles Manson under the surface. “Rattle Your Saber” brings stomping drums and buzzing low-end synthetics to the fore, while tracks like “Florist” and “Is This Our Dance?” recall early-to-mid-aughts NYC with Interpol and James Murphy comparisons not totally unfounded. 

From what I wrote in the first paragraph you can tell this album makes me think of the weather: shifting atmospheric systems, banks of fog, shimmering sunlight, jagged squalls and occasional thunderous rhythms. It’s is an all-purpose and overused metaphor but here I’d highlight that while weather is most often placid on the surface, you know it can fuck you up. Tranquility and turmoil. Tension and release. Etc. Florist’s opening track advocates self-control in its title but by the penultimate track ("Buttons") you’re being admonished that “I’m no florist / I’m no painter / nobody says what they think anymore” just before a fiercely jagged little guitar break–played by co-producer (on some tracks at least) Jeff Berner–that definitely doesn’t think before it speaks. The weather is a fickle mistress indeed. (Jason Lee)

To be clear this writer doesn’t know a lot about Devil’s Dildo but that’s ok, here’s all you need to know: 1) They livecast a DJ set and new-song-unveiling two nights ago on Baby TV that felt like it was beamed from deep inside the duo’s collective unconscious and it was a spooky, sexy, strange place to be. Leading up to the witching-hour the DJ stream cut out periodically–and just as mysteriously resumed–for violating something called "community standards" but I can tell you on my end the violation was quite consensual. I mean what’s a little crotch thrusting and foot licking between friends? 2) The DJ set was a perfect teaser for this Devil’s Night/All Hallows’ Eve weekend. Hearing "There’s A Moon In The Sky (Called The Moon)" and "Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be" played back-to-back is a pretty magical thing. 3) Judging from their debut single below–named after an early ’80s sleazoid shocker that fits the Devil’s Dildo like a glove–the duo’s aesthetic is in fact not unlike AC/DC-meets-the-B52’s. Or maybe just maybe this leather-clad, freak-flag-flying pair is the second cumming of the Cramps but translated to drum machine, bass guitar and sculpted noise. I doubt Lux (R.I.P.) and Ivy would mind the comparison.

Most important of all: Devil’s Dildo will appear tonight as part of what looks to be an epic all-covers variety show spectacular featuring the music of the Stooges, TSOL, The Damned, Cocteau Twins, Poison Idea, Void, Ramones, Misfits, Las Vulpes, and more if you ask nicely. The show will broadcast from Greenpoint’s very own Saint Vitus in case you had any doubts of its heavitude. Proceeds of the show will benefit Black Trans Femmes In The Arts. (Jason Lee)

Released in late 2019, when heard today “I Don’t Know How To Dress For The Apocalypse” sounds like a warning from our past future present. Over a buzzing rush of power chords the Desert Sharks’ lead yelper and bass player Stephanie Gunther laments “the world’s a disaster / our leader wants to get there faster.” Mission accomplished. Fast-forward to October 2020 and the power-trio-plus-one have stayed busy with everything from a Zoom-tastic cover of the Misfits’ “Hybrid Moments” to a feature on the queer-friendly Twitch rock ‘n’ roll hootenanny I Want My HYB hosted by Astoria’s own Hell Yeah Babies in benefit of The Okra Project—a charity providing meals to Black Trans people-in-need prepared by Black Trans chefs. (Jason Lee)

 A joint effort between underground electro-fusionists No Surrender and psyched-out local supergroup Dead Tooth released earlier this month, “I Hate the Precedent” is the first fruit of an ongoing collaboration. Intro’ed by a slithering bass groove over ominous electronic textures, Dead Tooth vocalist/guitarist Zach James entreats a certain “ol’ blubber leper [to] please spare your rod” (portrayed below wearing what looks like a Michael Myers mask painted orange). Enter the catchy dance-rock hook and lyrical refrain: “I hate the president / and the precedent that he sets.” Following a volley of staccato guitar outbursts the second-verse vocals are taken over by No Surrender’s Darius VanSluytman–“my brother’s a stranger / in his very own land”–until all involved ride out the refrain to the end. More succinct and funkier than a filibuster, one hopes this track will inspire more musical crossovers between Brooklyn artists. (Jason Lee) 

From its opening moments this collabiration between Lake Ruth and Listening Center—released over the summer with proceeds benefitting the NAACP Legal Defense and Education Fund—immerses the listener in a gauzily seductive yet apprehensive vortex of sound: "Don’t sit and wait / there’s no hiding here / unsubtle acts / rule the landscape that you know." Here is a song that acknowledges Law and Order are not the synonyms they’re often assumed to be (Allison Brice’s lyrics are clever enough to apply either to relationships or to politics even if the latter is to the fore). In the familiar music-crit parlance of “If You Like X, Why Not Try Y,” fans of Weyes Blood will likely respond to the layers of chiming guitars, wavering synths, and Grimms’ Fairy Tales vocals. But Lake Ruth conjure up a dark cloud of psych-pop perfection all their own. (Jason Lee)

A resident of Brooklyn via Bogotá, Ela Minus cut her musical teeth playing drums in a Colombian hardcore band before moving to Boston to attend the Berklee College of Music, double-majoring in Drum Set and Music Synthesis. Today she’s an analogue electronics auteur whose musical horizons are seemingly endless. On her debut full-length Acts of Rebellion (Domino Recording Company) Ela alternates between propulsive grooves and floating ambient soundscapes–the latter Eno-esque instrumentals given evocative names like “pocket piano,” “let them have the internet” and “do whatever you want, all the time.” These titles reflect Ela Minus’s lyrical approach elsewhere where she advocates for self-determination, empowerment and the search for one’s own natural rhythms. Speaking of which Acts of Rebellion makes for ideal late-night listening (“I never feel more myself than when it’s dark” she sings at the end of “dominique”) projecting a womb-like warmth onto the listener. (Jason Lee)

It was just over a week ago that Pure Adult played a raucous set on BABY TV, the socially distanced version of indie venue Baby’s All Right, and this writer is still recovering. The Brooklyn-duo-turned-live-foursome is known for filtering adult concerns–e.g., late capitalism, social control, granny panties–through a childlike impulsiveness whose end result is a big wonderful mess of burbling synths, stuttering drums, gratuitous guitar pedal abuse and brief spasms of strutting rawk. Pure Adult’s mix-and-match aesthetic is not unlike a kid let loose with a 128-count box of crayons, fresh piles of Play-doh and a prescription of Ritalin. The set below opens with the band’s as-yet-unreleased “Ain’t I A Woman” (shout out to Sojourner Truth) segueing into “The New Guillotine” (see underwear fetish above), a track from the band’s debut EP S/T (self-titled, that is). In these five minutes you get a pretty good idea of what they’re about: a feral Foucauldian funhouse ride that’s equal parts “queasy listening” and raw ecstatic rush. (Jason Lee)

On March 6, 2020, right on the verge of quarantine, Brooklyn-based Frida Kill released their first two songs, recorded live in January 2020, when we could all still attend concerts! Frida Kill describe themselves as “making noise about the dystopian nightmare we are currently stewing in.” The album’s excellent lyrics and cohesive sound are anchored by the strong musicianship of Lily Gist, Maria Lina, Jeanette D. Moses, and Gabriela Canales. In this time of turmoil, Frida Kill provide a refreshing voice and perspective in the Brooklyn scene.

NYC’s soul act and visual artist Brittany Campbell, who was featured on the cover of The Deli’s issue #45 back in 2016, when print was still a thing, unveiled this animated video for the song Matter, dedicated to the BLM movement. "I wrote the song when the protests started happening nationally for this resurgence of the Black Live Matter movement" – says Brittany – "I was creating a lot of art, at the time, (both visual and sonic) in tribute to Breonna Taylor, George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery etc…A lot of the visuals used in the video are those very same pieces. The song was brought to life by producer Sam Hoffman (Mereba)."

Brooklyn’s Knot raised from the ashes of Boston’s Krill, and offer a tense mix of nervy post-punk instrumentation and ’90s slacker vocals that perfectly blend two genres that have stood the test of time in the constantly evolving sea of rock’n’roll waves. The single Knot, streaming, is included in their debut, self titled LP out on August 28 on Exploding in Sound. 

I never did a proper introduction when assuming role of Managing Editor of The Deli NYC, but, hello — my name is Connor Beckett McInerney, and I’ve served as editor for the Deli’s NYC blog since November of last year. Today is my last day. 

I hope you’ve enjoyed the music that we’ve highlighted on this blog since my tenure began in late 2019 — much like my predecessor Paolo De Gregorio I sought to highlight the city’s experimental, independent, and often overlooked artists to the best of my ability. 

The Deli was one of the first publications to pay me for my work as a critic when I first arrived in NYC several years ago, and stepping down feels a bit like "the end of an era" in a personal capacity. Nevertheless I am incredibly grateful to Paolo for giving me this tremendous opportunity. If you’ve enjoyed the music I’ve spotlighted on this blog, feel free to follow my personal Twitter account (hyperlinked above) and check out my radio show, LOCAL BOPS, which airs every Tuesday night on KPISS.fm. 

As a final note, I want to say thanks to everyone who submitted music, read the blog, or passed along a word of encouragement. I hope to see you at the gig someday.

Kindest regards,  
Connor