Souleance is a new project of two old french wolves. First is crazy producer, remixer and performer very well known for Mondayjazz crowd - Fulgeance, also met in projects like Peter Digital Orchestra or Connecticut. You can also check his personal creative work in MJ mix No.86. Second member of the duet is DJ Soulist with orientation towards Disco, Soul, Funk, Hip-Hop music, which he spreads by the help of the Parisian events series What The Funk. These series are started by the Soulist himself and have been running over six years now.
These characters on May 26 released their debut EP Le Monde, parts of which could already been heard on April 2 Gilles Peterson show on Radio One Extra (BBC). This Monday such opportunity is given by the in MJ mix No.91, named Pour le Plaisir. Most of it’s tracks is from the above mentioned EP. “Souleance MySpace”
“It might officially be afternoon, but our braincaves are just now waking up, so you’d assume that we would not want to hear Diplo and Buraka Som Sistema jock jam their way right into our ears and dance around for a bunch of minutes. You’d be wrong! That is exactly what we want right now…”
Me, I’m a Creator
Thrill is to make it up
The rules I break got me a place
Up on the radar…
Santogold - Creator
This is better than good; this is gold— SANTOGOLD! Santogold is a survivor of a half-century worth of living along musical evolution’s most cutting edges. The only live act that can boast of having out-aged Barbara Bush, having outlived Mr. Miyagi and out-styled Liberace, Santogold is here with future flavor. Already receiving weighty club rotation and airplay in urban Afghanistan and downtown Beirut, Santogold is the first act of the century to boast a post-war following on the International Space Station Muir. Following a live performance broadcast from three thousand miles off the Cape of Good Hope last June, inmates at Leavenworth Penitentiary received Santogold with a celebratory confetti parade. Just another first for the modern super group that knows no bound. Composed of absolutely no members, Santogold is also the first musical outfit capable of claiming the planet’s broiling collective consciousness as their front woman. Longtime collaborator, singer and songwriter Santi White says of her work with Santogold, “We began trying to write pop songs to sell, which made us depressed, so we started writing songs for ourselves instead.” The results of that self-centered conceit is the songwriting work heard for the first time on the full length Santogold album, as yet untitled, to be released in 2007 on the Lizard King label.
Santogold (Brooklyn, NYC) has teamed up with producers like Switch, FreQNasty, Naeem (Spankrock), Disco D, and XXXchange for her forthcoming solo album. The handful of tracks that have already surfaced definitely showcase her versatility and talent as a vocalist, as well as a nice range of production styles and influences…
Creator Lyrics:
Got no need for the fancy things
All the attention that it brings
Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
And I will deliver the explosion
Can’t say it’s gonna get me far
Do no good to say what you are
I run the streets and I break up houses
River runs deep and the flame devours it
Me, I’m a Creator
Thrill is to make it up
The rules I break got me a place
Up on the radar
Me, I’m a Taker
Know what the stakes are
Can’t roll it back, it’s understood
Got to play our cards
Sit tight I know what you are
mad bright but you aint no star
polish up til you make it gleam
your M.O, I know what you mean
Tail ridin’ and I know it’s true
while they screamin’ I love you
Down deep you know there aint no flow
a soul decay, was D.O.A
I know what you here for now
Words out you’re an idea whore though,
now don’t you crush on me
I’ll see you in your pipe dreams
whether or not you know it’s true
You’re who they dictate to
That shit must hurt real bad
fakin’ what you wish you had
Here all the folks come ask about me
Band wagon, know they used to doubt me
Blind side tend to hit real hard
you should heed the warning, get a body guard
Steady friction in this bitch
Creepin’ in just like an itch
so far I got the last laugh
still the rich rise up, still I live fast
wouldn’t know it face to face
Got no soul and got no taste
Moving in speed up the pace
I got it locked though, what a waste
All the talk is standard fare
Walk the walk if it gets you there
on the grind til the gig is up
Im ‘a smash ‘em down
put a muzzle on them like “what!”
