Chris Daly owns four kitchen sinks, all made out of matching marble rye. I first mistook Daniel Vangel’s debut full-length album title, Breadth Control, as a simple, but clever, play on words. Upon repeated listens, however, it became abundantly clear that the title is, in fact, a personal challenge. Vangel produces such thick and layered […]

Chris Daly will DJ your after-after-after-party is you provide him with Speed. He’s a big early Sandra Bullock fan. If you’ve been fortunate enough to catch the Analogue Monsta tour and weren’t too stoned to forget, you quite possibly picked up the aptly named “Analogue Monsta Mix,” a little over an hour of music by […]

After writing this post, Chris Daly received his rolling papers back; the package was mostly empty. For most of your bass-y, beat-y mix updates, the wise amongst us know to turn immediately to Sach O’s brilliant finds. Imagine my surprise when I realized this morning that I actually stumbled across a beast myself upon which […]

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 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 […]