There are certain things that European producers may never understand about the sensitivities of domestic slang. I imagine that’s why they were nonchalant about appropriating trap and not even bothering to change the name. And yes, I know that many of the most trapey were Americans, Chicago-born (word to S. Bellow, literary precursor to Flostradamus). […]
Beyond songwriting, debruit ranks at the forefront of the contemporary bass junkies because of his chimerical sense of imagination and color. He heists records from Haiti, Nigeria, and Iran, and melts them into arabesque patterns. Most of his peers aspire to vaporous nostalgia or 23rd Century futurism, but debruit sounds wholly modern. The kind of […]
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Debruit’s Pony February 14, 2011
Like Manya above, DeBruit left the shores of pony-filled Paris to head to non-pony Great Britain. Since then, he’s had great success turning Nigerian, Haitian, and Persian samples into plasma. Seeing that we’re instructed to throw the Sieg Heil to Hallmark today, nothing says romantic quite like Ginuwine equating his sex game to an equestrian […]
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Photo by Hong-An Nguyen The above was stage left last-night at Igloofest while London-via-France producer DeBruit was rocking his Tropical, Afro-Beat inspired rhythms for a crowd of God-knows-how-many-thousand-people. I’d post another to give you an approximate idea of just how big that crowd was but our camera batteries froze shortly after arriving. Needless to say, […]
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Are You Wearing dEbruit? February 4, 2010
Asked to describe himself to Fact Magazine, Debruit answered “Bonjour, I’m dEbruit, synth breeder, beat baker and rhythm keeper. I make music in styles you can’t name and a genre that doesn’t exist.” Which is only partially true — were you to ascribe labels to the London by way of Paris producer, he’d fit under […]
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