Resonance Series: DJ Manny, Mothcock (w/ SOLD, DJ Potions)

The Resonance Series is explores different soundscapes and spaces at the Hideout, focusing on ambient, drone, and creative music.

DJ MANNY
DJ Manny is without a doubt Chicago’s most up and coming Footwork producer and has all the moves to prove it. Twenty one years old, Mr Kush Pack is already a respected veteran. Raised in Harvey, a South Side Chicago suburb, and footworking since the age of 10, he was mentored by DJs Spinn and Rashad, quickly becoming apart of their Ghetto Teknitianz crew. Part of his own dance crew Take Ova Gang (aka T.O.G. aka Taliban) as well as Footwork OG super-group Red Legends alongside the likes of Agee the CEO, Que, LiteBulb, Poo, Darreon and Steve-O. He destroys weekly battles at Underground Track Factory on the city’s South Side both on the floor and behind the decks. He has proven to be footwork’s youngest in charge. His album is forthcoming on Rashad and J-Cush’s label Lit City Trax.

MOTH COCK
Moth Cock perform a strain of improvised music that bridges the chasm between the free-jazz tradition and the noise underground. The duo processes live clarinet and trumpet through rudimentary effects into damaged squalls of electronic chaos set to mutated rhythms. Their unique performance tactics yield unforgettable live performances that have been documented on the grooves and spools of an increasing number of physical objects since their formation in 2009 – on labels like I Just Live Here, Human Conduct, Pizza Night, Cylindrical Habitat Modules, Tusco/Embassy, and Doug’s own Fairchild Tapes. Doug and Pat live in Kent, OH.

Quite simply, the best tape I’ve heard in a long long while. At times, I felt like I was listening to some old school Morton Subotnick shit. These jams are heads and tails above all but a very few “noise, synth or whatever” artists hitting it today. You must have this in your life. – Cassette Gods
What a tape though, folks. All buzzin’ flies and digital capillaries oozing blood-red through the prism of 1990s noise, with an extra helping of lazer. The word ‘busy’ comes to mind, and this time it might even be too much. […] There’s no sign of let-up, either. Plenty of fight in these dudes, and I salute them for it. Give me hell, purveyors of hand-crafted trips. – Tiny Mix Tapes

A fractured maze of clarinet sounds filtered through the bare pedal rig to break it into a million pieces and torment those pieces even further by continuing to break them apart. It is the sort of fucked up anti-music that you might expect from the freeform electronic units such as Supersilent or Mnemonists, although on a slightly more local scale. – Weed Temple

Rust Belt wind section Moth Cock has a penchant for creating its own language with the sole purpose of befuddlement. This often entails using clarinet and trumpet to get jazzy, like Benny Goodman jazzy. Yet, one member is a whacked out beatsmith so you can certainly bank on these guys freaking out the squares with their klezmer Black Dice schtick. – Ad Hoc FM