Resonator Magazine

In the words of the great poet Janet Jackson: "that the end? NO."

For those of you who liked your early morning shuffletech, here's something to kick-start your weekend...

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Quarks: I Walk (Superpitcher Mix)




This is the ultimate weekend motherfucking kiss-off. It struts and sways in a little vinyl mini skirt, holds the door open, blows a kiss and throws up a middle finger.

I walk.

You leave the key...

Resonator Mag: i walk

you lead

I spent last night discussing the deep love I have for the music of Aksel Schaufler, aka Superpitcher. And I've discussed the wonders of Superpitcher's dark, minimalist black-lights-and-cloves Goth-Schaeffel before, particularly in regards to last year's Today mix, which blended Prog House moodiness with darkened ambience and a desire to emote more than floor-shake.


It's fall and cloudy and weather for holding hands and wearing sweaters and saying things that have a serious intensity like you've never said them before. Since that therefore makes it Superpitcher weather, let's check back in on little Aksel, he of the kick-drum foreplay that makes eyes roll back in the head in a darkened pleasure, shall we? I want to do this quick and to the point, so you can get in, get out, go hard and go home. After all, this is music to take drugs and make out to, and I want you kids to have time to do that.



In regards to the recently released Kompakt Total 7, the seminal German Tech label (headed by the Dark Prince himself, Sir Michael of Mayer)'s yearly compendium of the best moments it has pressed to vinyl, Superpitcher's newest track, "Tonite", plays as a dark-star of the first disc.

Superpitcher: Tonite

What sets this apart from what has become Superpitcher's most-referenced moment (other than "Happiness"), "Tomorrow" (get it? "Tomorrow/Today/Tonite"?)is the way Aksel has begun incorporating a minimalist touch of Drone and gothy Gaze into his sound, looping an almost dubby feel into the mood at the beginning of this track, over and over and over, creating a sense of near-hypnosis matched only by the onset of a desire for bodies to move, one on top of the other, slowly, in rhythm..and then the token Superpitcher moment, a half-whispered monotone of a crackling vocal, part mantra and part plea: "tonight...but not forever....tonight...but not together".

Let's also revisit some moments from Superpitcher's utterly amazing debut LP, Here Comes Love:




One of my most beloved album covers of all time. I have the vinyl of this, but only the second 12" remains in my collection. The first was long ago lost in a torrid tangle of love and hate and records and late nights.


Superpitcher: Sad Boys

This, for me, is the ultimate moment on Here Comes Love. Granted, the album-closing "Even Angels" (which takes up all of side D on the vinyl) is epic and awe-inspiring, but Superpitcher is at his best when he shuffles, eyes closed and head towards the ground, proclaiming his utter and permanent sadness. Making SexySad, if you will.

And that's just what this is. SexySad.

Sweater-tech? Cuddle-tech? Music to Take Drugs and Be Sad To?

Today, tomorrow, tonite....whenever.

Buy Superpitcher stuff from our amazing, beloved, wonderful, awesome, ETC ETC friends at FORCED EXPOSURE who pretty much rock it and have yet to stop it.

Resonator Mag: Sad Kids 4 Life

be our friend and tomorrow you will be happy...