Venom by Brianna Loren

Finally releasing my latest track, which is available for free download on soundcloud! Ive teased a few times on snapchat and social media, but it’s finally ready. Was inspired by the new form of pop electronic transformed by Jack U. Please spread the love, download, share, comment and let me know what you think; I would love the feedback. XX Bree

 

Aware by LELAND

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The first single off of the fresh new artist LELAND’s EP, “AWARE” has such a delicate happy feeling. It reminds me so much of the first time I heard “Electric Feel” by MGMT, which was like I was hit with a lust for life and blissful joy. “Aware” makes me want to drive down PCH with the windows down on a beautiful sunny day.  His sound is very nostalgic; like a mixture between 80’s pop and new age indie. Like M83 and MGMT and INXS had a musical baby that just sprung out of the womb and blessed us with its creation. This song is super catchy, I guarantee it will get stuck in your head. Watch the sweet video here:

New Music from Farralone, N3twork and Brianna Loren on Heartfelt Sounds

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Indie dance label Heartfelt Sounds has some bangers in store for us in 2016, kicking off the year with their Spring release of “I Love U So” by resident producer Farralone (fare-alone). Based out of Los Angeles, this song has high-octane energy fueled by its electronic components of 80’s synth, dirty bass and French house. The original track takes you back a few decades while simultaneously propelling you into the future.
Farralone has teamed up with fellow LA producer N3twork and vocalist Brianna Loren on their innovative tropical remix to the song. This alternative version features some heavy future bass sounds, chopped pop vocals and a drop sure to get your body moving. “I Love U So” is Heartfelt Sound’s first announced taste of ear candy you can expect to savor in 2016. Make sure to keep your ears peeled and mouth watering these upcoming months for more!
LISTEN HERE <333

Feb.20th Haywyre @ the El Rey Theatre

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Last night was nothing short of mind blowing. My good friend Amanda (www.bouncykitty.wordpress.com) gave me two tickets to see electronic genius Haywyre at the El Rey Theatre. I had no idea who he was nor had ever heard of his music until the day before the show. Of course, I will never pass up live music regardless of my prior knowledge of the artist and for good reason! This guy was insane!

The night unfolded perfectly; I got 3 other of my friends to join me and we ran into another 4-pack of our crew upon arriving. NONE of us, except for one, had heard of Haywyre and had NO IDEA what to expect. Once he came on, we were all speechless. First off, this guy is a classically trained musician. He had a setup of a large midi controler, a synth pad and a few other controls that I couldn’t quite see. All the crazy sounds coming out of the speakers he was creating LIVE. The atmosphere was pulsing with energy and the crowd was eating up his set.

His sound is renovating as a blend of genres. There is a powerful mix of funky electronic music with trance elements and 80’s synths. Some of his music had super bass-y hip hop beats that just made you want to get down! He sounds like a combination of old Daft Punk, Justice, Chromeo and Flume. Just brilliant!

While he was frying our brains with his piano skills, the visuals on the monitor kept the trippy vibe flowing. There were flashes of artwork from his album, bold letters spelling out HAYWYRE in cool font and a birds-eye-view of him playing on the midi so you could see just how involved he was in the live feel of the show. I talked to just about a dozen strangers and they all concluded that this guy was a face-melter. Most of the audience, just like me and my friends, had just been exposed to Haywyre and didn’t know what to expect. All of us were on the same page: Haywyre delivered an encompassing energy and talented performance that we would all be stoked to see again! Brava!!

 

 

Do You Don’t You by Haywyre

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In honor of his show last night at the El Rey Theatre, today’s song of the day is Do You Don’t You by Haywyre. The funky elements of its electronic groove take you back to the early Daft Punk days. Its got glitchy trance vocals atop a climbing bassline that keeps you going along the rhythm. Its repetitive chorus continues as the song progresses into a melodic flute-like sound. Its got a creative blend of trance, funk, electronic and tropical elements. Give it a listen and get funky!!!

Begin Again by Purity Ring

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Had this song on repeat for the past few days. Its got an incredible beat that I can’t help but move my body to. It’s dark creepy vibe kind of haunts you as you dance. Megan James is the perfect vocalist for their epic sound, with Corin Rodrick behind their hip-hop infused electronic music. This song sends chills down my back as I pop to the hard hits of the glitchy bass. Its an inspiration to see such a dynamic duo making music worth blogging about.

Apocalyptic Dreams

Time has shown me over the years that serendipity is my shadow; it has stalked me like a jealous lover with scrupulous intentions. I have accepted my magnetism to circumstances due to its consistent appearance. Instead of remaining comfortably ignorant I cultured myself to recognize it’s variable disguises. Fortunately, this tends to be a positive attribute on an extreme note. The polarity of danger is safety; both can transition interchangeably with a simple intervention. I am the intervener.

College has always been a social experience for me, of which has been a platform to make friends and have copious amounts of foolish fun. On this particular night I got together with a few friends from school that I had gotten very close with. We piled into my car and headed to a house party; because I was driving I had no expectations of getting as inebriated as I did. Flashing forward, over the few hours my discrepancy was hindered by a handful of mixed drinks followed by the 3-foot bong toke that led to my functional demise. Suddenly my world accelerated in a spinning motion and I had to grip my seat in order to remain from falling down. My vision has doubled in a crossed fashion: I could not drive if we wanted to live. Feeling like an ass, I asked my friend Raquel to drive us to her house where the rest of my car unloaded and I remained to contemplate my next move: I could sleep in my car or I could wait for a moment and drive home. Raquel extended her couch to me, but something compelled me to take the risk and make the attempt to excurse to my own bed. I took a twenty-minute mental deliberation with the keys in my hand; the metaphorical devil perched on my shoulder was arm in arm with its moral counterpart. My decision was made.

When I pulled into my driveway, a surge of relief took the form of a large toothy smile. A delightfully hickory sweet scent filled the air upon my arrival, making me dance as I stumbled into my house and made my way to my room. I was filled with a drunken joy as I slipped into the safety of my bed and began to settle into sleep. My eyes were closed for three peaceful minutes until they were interrupted by a peculiar whirling sound. The whooshing sent off cognoscente alarm bells but I could have never imagined the scene I was about to encounter.

When my lids lifted, complete horror consumed me. In the reflection of my mirrored closet was a vision of confused apocalyptic chaos: the sky was on fire. I urgently jumped out of bed and bolted to my grandparent’s room screaming “FIRE,” just like in the simulated drills. I had no clue the extent of the fire, only that it was knocking at my window. I was stuttering in shock pointing like a fool at the burning scene. My grandfather busted in my room searching for the damage that he assumed I created, and to his disappointed dread he found our dear neighbors house drenched in furious flames.

There wasn’t a millisecond let to waste in the next moments. The emergency hotline was already in dial and my dogs were under each arm. Some woman was asking me, “What’s your address?” I don’t know, we just moved in and I am drunk. I gave her the wrong numbers but the correct street, so that was good enough reason to hang up and address the present danger. Fear was clinging to my back with an anxious grip and I saw people line the street warming their sights on the terror. The large branched tree in the front yard had caught like a candle. I was stunned; not a half hour ago the street was asleep and now it’s filled with screaming strangers. The house to the left of ours was completely engulfed in an angry inferno so bright it could suffice as a honing lighthouse for incoming ships along the coast. Three large shattering explosions followed which I later found out were the car’s windows busting out due to the fumes as well as two kegs in the garage deconstructing. My brain was in overdrive, the crisis at hand was my shot of sobriety and reality set in. If I had not made every decision prior in the night, with the precise timing down to the last minute, things would have played out much differently. I had made the right amount of stupid yet providential judgments: I was never so happy to have consciously drove drunk. At least my first impression of a plane crash that wiped out the neighborhood wasn’t reality, my irrational understanding of what was happening was just a split radical phobia. Reality is that I was the first responder to the nightmare initiating danger to transform to safety. This is just one of many times serendipity has channelled itself into my path. I welcome it without trepidation because I know its intentions are good. Fortuity graciously served its duty in preserving life that day, and I was its tool.

*I do not encourage drinking and driving in any way, but it had a major hand in the circumstances that played out in my post. Please note that this was a freak incidence where it served well and if drinking TAKE A CAB!

XX Brianna Loren

Farewell to Major Tom

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January 10th was the day the music stopped for me. Just over a week ago I got a nervous phone call from my friend David immediately after the news broke. He was in tears and I was awestruck…How could my hero be gone? How could the invincible man who fell to Earth be finally ascending back home? He can’t leave us in this madhouse, alone and heartbroken.  I didn’t want to accept it because it seemed like impossible nonsense, I wasn’t finished with you yet Bowie! To think how unfair it is that I will never get to be a humble member of your audience or possibly brisk by you in my best trench coat on a foggy London day only to glance in your hypnotic gaze in passing and question my literal brush with greatness. What a pity…  I can’t change what time has brought us and in order to pay my respect and complete love for the freak who made my heart into a kingdom  I have been compelled to write this post.

First, I want to tell you who David fucking Bowie was to me. He was the first person I was acquainted with who ignited wild adolescent curiosity in me as well as took a magnetically tender grasp on my heart as he danced with me to the depths of my affections. Racking my brain on how to describe my shake-less introduction to Bowie is failing to arrange exact and simple. Well maybe that’s because Bowie was a complicated entity sent to earth to teach us pitiful earthlings a thing or two about love.

I was born of a mother, who has a sister, who have both been “Bowie Netters” for as long as I have existed. So being born in 91, the generational gap was bridged and the Queen Bitch strode across that stage and into my world. He most definitely played a huge part in who I am today, through his rebellious expressions of identity and through the way his music spoke to me as a child. He was so powerfully mysterious and his music reflected a sense of wonder in me that had all my respect immediately due to the fact that I felt like he knows what love is and I wanted him to show it to me. I’ve always had a God-like obsession with him from childhood on. The Labyrinth was a big gateway for me. Jim Henson is one of my favorites as well, and the moment I laid eyes on Jared I wanted to be his. Fuck the babe, forever with the masculine androgynous mulleted warlock I choose! I would dream in vivid reconstruction that I was to finish the Goblin King’s labyrinth nightly; the little worm would ask me in for tea in such a polite manner I would never refuse. Other dreams involved me to chat with the two headed brothers who guarded the pathway straight to the castle and in polarity one spoke absolute truth and the other absolute lies. I always chose the wrong door and ended up experiencing Sarah’s exact journey but more in depth; these lucid manifestations of my subconscious were both incredible in their visual completion in accordance with an emotional resonance of fascination/escape just as it was for Sarah.

There is so much Bowie for me to love because of who he was to my mother, a lifelong fan. She would obnoxiously blast Heros or Station to Station on repeat until my ears were on the verge of an early deafness. It was incessant, constant Bowie all the time and of course that meant she would be singing along. I had no idea who this man was yet he was an extension of me. To clarify, I didn’t have a choice: Bowie was imbedded into my being whether I wanted him to or not. For that I am perpetually grateful for her insistant influence on my upbringing, without it I would have never had the courage to wear my strange on the outside.

So I salute you Ms.Tracey Serino, my dear mother and close friend. You gave me a gift unlike another: the gift of monumental prestige and musement by someone who will never let my inner child expire.

As a 24 year old musically adept and selective adult, I have my own reasons for loving the alien. He has been a hair whirl of inspiration for me as an artist, I want to buy the world he has to sell. I may be a few decades late to witness first hand the phenomena he was to the world, but it just blows my mind how one man turned his back to the norm and changed the rules. We can thank much of our progress in gender/sexuality tolerance to the Duke himself, he had the power and the platform to force the world to recognize that there isn’t a strict binary to these identities. I did a project on social construction last quarter surrounding Bowies early flamboyant years; who better to showcase the expression of the ideology? He was the iconic depiction of environmental construction: constantly changing, evolving and remaining fluid. Think about it…when you imagine David Bowie does one version come to mind or are there many? He explored every crevice of his person with grandiose poise; confident sex appeal oozed from his pores even in drag, having everyone questioning their preferences . This is why David Bowie is my beloved hero; he showed tremendous courage by living under the spotlight and remaining feircly true to his fluctuating self while simultaneously reflecting his surroundings.  I will never let you down, I will never say bye bye…but I will try to understand that even though we all seperate you as a deity you were a mortal man.

I shed tears as I write my farewell. I am internally upheaved at this loss but I am moreso beholden to his impact. There will never be another Halloween Jack or Ziggy Stardust, ever. You showed me that the strange is so much more beautiful than the norm. You taught me to challange social expectations and live with tolerance and love. I will wear my red shoes every day in hopes for when I become a Blackstar we can dance among the heavens. I will leave you with the dictionary definition of wonder:
a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.
Thank you Major Tom, I salute you.

 

With eternal admiration,

Brianna Loren aka Your Rock’n’Rollin Bitch