Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
The notebook changes its cover every month. Each one takes its cues from a different corner of music, paper and internet culture. Explore the collection below.
Haunted Notebook is here through November 1. Coffee Shop Confessional takes over November 2.
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
Cassette ribbons, red-pen hearts and pink paper. For anyone who ever put too much thought into a mixtape.
Vines wind around the speakers and flowers take over the margins. Spring gets the volume knob.
Pixel ghosts, cherries and electric blue meet the notebook doodles. A little arcade cabinet in the margins.
The pink splashes, coffee ring and black doodles that started it, with the volume turned up. The notebook's home colours.
Peel-and-stick chaos: skulls, butterflies, hearts and neon lightning. Think of the back of your favourite battered laptop.
Torn tickets, halftone fragments and bright scraps. A cover that borrows the rough edges of a wall full of gig flyers.
Black ink, torn paper and acid-yellow sparks. A love letter to photocopied zines and the flyers you kept after the show.
Stars, speakers, tape and every loud colour at once. Back-to-school stationery with absolutely no restraint.
Moths, little ghosts and crimson ink creep through the black flourishes. The notebook has a late-night alter ego.
Coffee rings, headphones and warm paper. A cover for the long walk home and the track you play again when you get there.
Moons, moths and constellations spill across midnight-blue ink. The margins drift into space; the music keeps going.
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How did a duo best known for a decade of grimy trap end up making one of the more weightless drum and bass tracks I have heard all month? Free Your Mind is Freaks & Geeks stepping sideways out of the lane that built their name and into something that runs at full dnb tempo yet feels strangely serene. The drums rattle along at the genre’s usual breakneck pace while everything stacked above them stays oddly calm, a looped vocal about freeing your mind, pads that just hang in the air, a bassline that rolls along rather than snarling. That...
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You already know whether liquid drum and bass is your thing, so let me just tell you this is a very good one. Archive Dust is Submorphics working the warm, musical end of the genre, the stuff that sounds like someone sampled a jazz record off dusty vinyl and then handed it to a breakbeat. The drums roll instead of batter, brushed and rounded off at the edges, and there’s a Rhodes-ish chord progression underneath that could carry the track on its own with the drums muted. What keeps it from sliding into coffee-shop wallpaper is the bassline, which hides...
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Nobody in liquid drum and bass makes weightlessness sound this effortless. Nu:Logic have been doing it for years, and Ukiyo is another gorgeous entry in the file. The brothers behind the project build drum and bass that sounds hand-played, every hi-hat sitting a hair off the grid, warm Rhodes-style chords and a bassline that rolls so smoothly you forget how fast the drums under it are actually moving. Thavy Ear’s vocal sits in the mix like one more instrument, airy and unhurried, the words themselves less the point than the texture of the voice. The title is the Japanese idea...
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This genuinely startled me the first time the bass hit, which does not happen much anymore. Black Tears is three producers who mostly live at the heavier, darker end of drum and bass pooling their worst instincts into one track, and the result is enormous. Pythius has spent years building some of the most physically unpleasant basslines in the genre, the kind that sound less like notes than like structural damage, and here he’s got two accomplices egging him on. The intro fakes you out with something almost pretty, a hollow vocal and a slow pad, before the floor gives...
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