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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You know within ten seconds whether a track called There Is No Tomorrow is going to earn the title, and Perry Wayne mostly does. This is riddim-leaning dubstep, built on that triplet bounce where the bass seems to trip over its own feet on purpose, and he keeps it lean enough that the groove never clogs up. The lead sound is a nasty, talkative growl that answers itself across the bar, more conversation than assault. He is working inside a well-worn template here, and the fun is entirely in how twitchy he keeps it, nudging the pattern so it stays...
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What happens when three producers this big get in a room: do you get the best of each, or the cautious average of all three? Give You Love lands closer to the average. It is emotional-dubstep-by-numbers, a soaring wounded vocal in the breakdown and then a drop engineered by Excision to relocate your sinuses, both halves polished to a high shine. The problem is I have heard this exact arc a hundred times, and nothing here makes the hundred-and-first feel necessary. SLANDER’s melodic streak and Excision’s brute force should collide into something strange, and instead they just politely take turns,...
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