b4 x @nomusicforgenocide
free palestine 🇵🇸
No Music for Genocide is a new cultural boycott initiative asking artists and rights-holders to remove their music from streaming platforms in Israel in response to its genocide in Gaza; ethnic cleansing of the Occupied West Bank; apartheid within Israel; and political repression of Pro-Palestine efforts wherever we live. This is a decentralized, global volunteer movement with no institutional backer.
This tangible act is just one step toward honoring Palestinian demands to isolate and delegitimize Israel as it kills without consequence on the world stage. The successful cultural boycotts against apartheid South Africa prove that our creative work grants us agency and power. When we wield it together, we add unified pressure to a growing, global, interdependent movement, from Hollywood to the docks of Morocco. We don’t boycott to target individuals: this is a rejection of apartheid Israel’s cultural industry, which works hand in hand with global music and media institutions to whitewash apartheid and genocide.
EXPERIENCE THE SLEAZY PULSE OF FLIRTY800’S “SMOKE” | 🇺🇸 | PHELT PHINDS 075 | MUSIC
There’s nothing like dance tracks with sass. “Smoke” from @flirty800 new Strip EP has it in spades.
The New York-based producer (real name Wade Harley Harris) is carved into the bedrock of the metropolis’s queer club culture. Venues like Basement and Paragon, long-time playgrounds for the buff fellow with countless nights spent dancing and DJing well into the morning.
Fashion is also a major piece of the flirty800 puzzle. He’s spun at Fashion Week-affiliated events, afterparties for Charli XCX and Troye Sivan, Jean Paul Gaultier’s NYFW rave and more. If you drew a Venn diagram of New York’s rampant fashion scene and queer nightlife, flirty800 would be sitting smack bang in the middle.
The Strip EP (out through b4) is straight party. “Smoke” serves as the project’s sleazy opening statement. Beginning with a muffled kick that reminds me of cops serving a search warrant, the producer soon introduces emergency service-esque sirens, click-clack drums, and crucially, a Brazilian vocal sample that’s very hard to forget. Together, these sounds give the track a tripped-out and loopy feel, dragging you further and further in (“fuma, fuma, fuma”). Equal parts polished and gritty, like the concrete floors it’s best heard on.
Full Stream & Story in Bio.
Photography by | @jasonaltaan
‼️🌟 CONTEST ALERT 🌟‼️
we’re opening the @tamahoochie vault… calling all producers to give us their best remixes of the latest Tama singles. any genre welcome!
✨ contest link in bio ✨
This Week, for Looking Stupid #13 we welcome Briana Cheng of b4
b4 is a label and management group that cannot be pinned to one genre, but routinely signs and represents acts that feel new, providing them with services that many labels no longer value. You might even say the service they provide is “old”, in a way that feels important, not stale.
“be urself and dont be scared to freak it”
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📸 by Briana
