Well Muusers, it’s happened once more: My inbox is now bursting at the e-seams, and I just can’t seem to keep up anymore. As a result, I’ve decided I’m going to cement this type of circumstance into a fun, recurring event: The MuuCycle!

Whenever I get a boatload of tracks ready to review, I’ll herd ‘em together in one big package for all to enjoy. We’ve got a lot of mixes and mashes, as well as some originals…So take your pick! My preferences have been elected through a complex star ranking system. I’ll allow my dear readers to decode my method for themselves.

Oh, and do make sure to check out Sicknote–They make Electric Six sound dignified.

* DL: Sugar Red Drive – One More Time (zShare)
** DL: Don Diablo vs. MGMT vs. Mya – The Best Ghetto Kids Are Yet To Come (zShare)
*** DL: Naked Highway – Wet Like Sweat (The Model Mix) (zShare)
*** DL: Don Diablo vs. The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Rave (zShare)
*** DL: AFRIKA – Move It (zShare)
*** DL: LehtMoJoe – Suffragette Woman (David Bowie/E.L.O. Mash-Up) (zShare)
*** DL: Sicknote – Phone In Sick (2009 Re-Mastered Version) (zShare)
*** DL: Sicknote – Phone In Sick (Flapsandwich Re-Rub) (zShare)
*** DL: DJ Milenko – The Satisfied Way I Push It (Benny Benassi vs Timbaland vs Salt N’ Pepa Mash-Up) (zShare)
**** DL: Ryan Smith – I Just Want To Feel That Way (zShare)
**** DL: Ryan Smith – Sleep Well (zShare)
**** DL: Forbidden Disco – Viva La Far Away (Cut Copy vs. Coldplay) (zShare)
**** DL: The Smiths – Barbarism Begins At Home (Forbidden Disco Remix)(zShare)
***** DL: Forbidden Disco – Lights, Ladies, & Magic (Cut Copy vs. Modjo)(zShare)
***** DL: Alex Roots – Fake (Plugs Remix) (zShare)

As always, take what you like and leave what you don’t. If an artist particularly tickles your fancy, drop me a comment and I’ll be sure to cover them more in depth!

As for my own opinion, I have a strong feeling that Alex Roots‘ debut may prove to be something to watch for in the very near future.

Hear more about: AFRIKA, Alex Roots, Sicknote, Ryan Smith, Forbidden Disco, Naked Highway, Sugar Red Drive, DJ Milenko, and Don Diablo.

Oh my GOD.

This is sublime, Ms. Minogue! I’m only vaguely familiar with most of Coldplay‘s material, so I cannot speak for their artistic integrity on this project. The song was originally recorded during the most recent Coldplay album sessions. However, according to Chris Martin, the track was dubbed “too sexy” for Viva La Vida.

As for Kylie, this is the stuff of post-Impossible Princess daydreams. “Lhuna” is a lush, distant echo, floating along lazily in a sort of post-apocalyptic solar system of sound. “I’m all alone, quietly sleeping in my home,” Kylie croons as the marching industrial ticks pluck in the background. “Oh, won’t you let me come in? Lhuna, can’t you hear how much I’m suffering?” Martin responds with morbid sincerity, his voice eerier than I’ve ever heard.

Perhaps naturally, the song brings the phenomenally murderous “Where The Wild Roses Grow”collaboration with Nick Cave to mind. It seems Kylie is simply in her element when dealing with love of the killer variety.

The collaboration is part of (RED)WIRE, an online music magazine in collaboration with the (RED) organization fighting to stop AIDS worldwide. The magazine officially launches today (December 1st-World AIDS day), so please check it out here for more information!

DL: Kylie Minogue And Coldplay – Lhuna

Just one long day ago, I headed off to Central Park to watch Ms. Santi Santogold White perform at SummerStage. I took some time in advance to brace myself for the sheer volume of gun necklaces, desert scarves, and neon-glow, retro eighties wear directly off the shelves of the local Urban Outfitters, but the heat made it so that even the most hipster-ish of hips couldn’t bare the thought of those skin-tight jeans.

The show started at three, though the anticipated headliner didn’t take the stage until around six. To fill the void, a cast of DJ’s and MC’s including Diplo (rather attractive in person), A-Trak, Kid Cudi and Blaqstarr blasted beats for three whole hours. I don’t remember much of it after the first hour, mainly due to Blaqqstar’s every-other-minute repetition of “Get it, Shawty! Where all the hot ladies at NYC?” and a general tickling feeling all throughout my palms and feet. I’m not sure why all the hot ladies weren’t representing (perhaps there was some fronting going on), but I kept praying that one of them would just answer that obnoxious, obnoxious man’s calling for sanity’s sake.

It was miserably hot, and I must have lost around eight pounds through my pores alone. But alas, like anyone who knows me can attest to, I remained stoic. Just as I began to turn to my friends to say, “Fuck you all, I’m leaving,” Santi’s emotionless, Ray-Ban donning dancer/singers arrived on stage, staring down the crowd in preparation for Santogold. I think that was about when I decided to stick it out. Lacking a grand entrance or exit, Santogold walked out onto stage and began her hard-hitting offering of the Santi experience.

Within moments, she zoomed through “You’ll Find A Way (Switch & Sinden Remix)” which I personally thought was her best performance of the afternoon. Call me a sucker for dramatics, but I absolutely loved the fierce little dance breaks between the “run for cover” chorus skip that drones on like an damning, industrial machine gun.

She quickly plowed through “L.E.S. Artistes” and “Say Aha,” and then opted to take down the BPM a bit for “Anne,” which was a curiously tame choice to me. “Shove It” was next, and was just as punchy as I hoped it would be live; a real kiss-off bout of attitude that the crowd seemed to gobble up as much as she did. As a person, Santogold seemed rather genuine on stage, so it felt good to watch her giggle to the crowd and jump around. From there she continued onto a downbeat streak with the Brooklyn anthem “Unstoppable” and “Starstruck,” her lusciously crawling seducer.

By this point the crowd was still eager to move, though evidently a bit fatigued at that point. “Don’t do an encore,” she laughed to the crowd before starting the final track, “because I seriously don’t have any other songs.” With one final pull for energy from the audience, Santi and crew went into full celebration mode to launch her final hands-in-the-air grinding groove, “Creator,” as the show came to a close as quickly as it had opened.

And so, that was that. It felt like twenty minutes, and I think it actually was. Looking back, I guess no one could be mad that the show flew by so quickly. She essentially performed her entire album, save about three tracks. Santi announced that she’ll be on tour with Coldplay next, which may sound strange until you remember that it was Björk who invited her on tour last year.

To the top right is an ultra high quality photograph of the performance. To the top left, a sassy photograph. I’ve circled the Santi in red in case you can’t quite locate her there. Yes, I was that close. Jealous?