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Bonobo’s Migration


I was reading Grayson Schaffer’s, “A Healthy Dose,” when I remembered Bonobo’s new album, Migration, had just been released. Grayson is a senior editor at Outside Magazine and his article is a confessional about experimentation with ayahuasca, a potent drug that gives users hallucinatory revelations. For Grayson, it was the catalyst for a spiritual and physical metamorphosis. He dropped ten pounds, lost interest in booze, and shed a heavy, more burdened version of himself.

Despite a lingering skepticism of drugs, I like reading about psychedelics. It’s fun to think about a spiritual realm where Hells Angels befriend Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters, to flirt with the idea of interconnectedness and build a greater architecture of being that reveals a burning curiosity for life. It’s trippy shit, but basically water cooler talk for ayahuasca disciples.

As I read, I flipped on Bonobo’s new album, Migration. An experienced DJ and producer, Migration is Bonobo’s sixth album. With guest appearances from Nick Murphy (formerly Chet Faker) and indie white unicorn, Rhye, anticipation was high.

By pairing Bonobo’s downtempo, electronica with Grayson Schaffer’s fervid transformation from Patagonia bro to Dean Potter reincarnated, I was intentionally creating my own concoction. I wanted to slip into the subconscious. Find that sweet spot where reading and understanding coalesce.

It takes concentration. Often we’re yanked out by something discordant or we simply lack the attention span. But Bonobo’s new album Migrations (and his music in general) is designed to be played front to back. To pluck and pick at individual songs doesn’t do justice to Bonobo’s uncanny ability to link music into a cohesive journey. He’s a modern composer, using strings and percussion to orchestrate an out of body experience and lead the listener into a hyper focused state.

I became blissfully unaware that there was work to be done and lay the magazine across my keyboard, bobbing my head up and down to Bonobo’s Migrations.

Since the North Borders, the majority of my time has been spent in transit. For a year living unrooted between cities whilst touring. A large part of this record was conceived during that time in unfamiliar spaces and within the constraints of temporary workspaces and the lack of a permanent home or base, something I feel contributed to the process and ultimately made this record something I’m immensely proud of.” – Bonobo

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Bonobo – Kerala

This morning Bonobo announced on Instagram that his next album, Migration, will be released 1.13.17.

Aesthetically, Bonobo is beyond anyone else. His sound is crisp. His imagery is tantalizing. Just take a look at the visuals for the first single taken from his upcoming album.

Full song below. Mark your calendars!

Deep Cuts

Amon Tobin – Easy Muffin

Amon Tobin’s Easy Muffin is mysterious, heavy and somewhat dark. Like early Bonobo tunes, Easy Muffin sets the backdrop to a foreign experience, denying our expectations and securities to embrace something that’s different and makes us a little uneasy. Still, opening up to Amon’s strange sound comes with the same excitement we get exploring and connecting with a person or culture dissimilar to our own.

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Bonobo – Flashlight

“He sounds so different live.”

My buddy Sam was dead on. The guy at the turntables did not sound like Bonobo. Before arriving at 60th 6th street, I had always thought of Bonobo’s albums as background noise when studying for finals. His music was slow and meditative. The perfect soundtrack for deep contemplation and an anecdote for too much coffee.

But the guy standing in front of the black and white knobs, beneath a light that looked like an open tanning booth, didn’t sound like slow, contemplative Bonobo. Instead, his beats were electric, sound waves bouncing off the concrete walls like sonar.


The crowd responded with its own electric energy. Probably because the dank basement felt less like a SF bar and more like a scene out of Fight Club – sweaty t-shirts flailed and heaters lit up the crowd.

I had planned on taking videos at the show, but it became clear from the start that my phone belonged in my pocket.

Play this one loud.