Mixtape 389 • Nephology
There you are, nodding your head along to Immersion when you realize you’re soaking in it.
There you are, nodding your head along to Immersion when you realize you’re soaking in it.

It’s a look back at The Year In Music, which I should do every year but in practice only every seven years or so. There is never a shortage of good music to fill an hour or two or three, and I can safely claim that if your head’s on straight and you’re listening to the right sources, every year is the best year in music so far.
Tis sweet Prins Thomas, here to salve your romantic woes with impeccable grooves.

It’s a special presentation with Space Walk, a one-hour musical tour of our very own solar system, followed by another hour of the usual new, old, obscure, and weird stuff, and capping things off with a spectacular Final Hour. I think next show will be a 2025 retrospective, inspired by my friend Trevor’s suggestion.
Trademarking the most elemental of particles is a bold move, but a fitting one for Atom™.

Tonight’s show kicks off with a long overdue hour of Version Control 10 — our special blend of songs that you might call “covers”. About a year ago, I filled three hours with covers, which leads me to believe something is messing with the covers ecosystem, and I have my theories. The middle hour was a regular Mixtape (if such a thing can be allowed), and the Final Hour was its usual rocketride mindtrip, a big thank you to all that came aboard.
Enter Tommy Guerrero’s world of light breeze and perfect t-shirt weather.

Out of all the songs to receive Animal Collective’s swirling dayglo treatment, “Jimmy Mack” might be the most unexpected yet the most deserving. Elsewhere tonight, loyal listener Underdog, usually located in the wilds of Georgia, was able to tune in around lunchtime while traveling in Japan, making the second show in a row with a listener based in Asia. Get me marketing!
The music Clark makes is suitable for rage cleaning and nighttime neon drives.

If you want suave, it’s hard to get more suave than “Blue Velvet,” and horror-surf combo Messer Chups delivers a version that’s not only suave but also quite kinetic. From the accelerated temp to the lyrical guitar line to the luscious spring reverb, it’s a welcome spin on the old croony standard. Tonight’s show was accompanied by tremedous wind and lightning, with occasional rain.