Panther
Secret Lawns

Fryk Beat 2007

By Zach Stephenson

Charlie Salas-Humara is the indie Web’s latest wildcat du jour and he brings the on-the-floor epileptic-casanova, cheapo-production electronic wellness all by himself. His city-of-rep Portland will likely be 2007’s Philly for your source of gallery-friendly-bangers; Y.A.C.H.T.’s Jona Bechtolt being the metropolis’s savvier Edison to his freakier Tesla. Just as Bechtolt smartly diversifies by working a second-shift in the Blow, Humara is the frontman for The Planet The on the 5RC label.

Secret Lawns is Humara’s personal showcase, where paper-thin minimalist production is hole-punched to near exhaustion by his voice of bonhomie shards. The music is successful like a tic is involuntary; full verbal clips launched across a broken bridge littered with purposely strewn dismantled synthesizers and basslines.

Best blasted in cautious doses, it’s nice for us to finally export a fresh huff of fucked post-punk electro into a scene currently ruled with well-executed capital scribble by Ed Banger’s formidable Parisian warriors. Know that Panther’s live show is all extrovert, flambé exuberance, like Andrew WK-meets-Perez, but any singer who performs a natural-born hit like "How Well Can You Swim" and then throws off-the-wall shit without discretion into today’s sedated-by-hip crowds makes the grade. Welcome Portland.

This discourse of Panther’s Secret Lawns is written by Zach Stephenson for ignore Magazine, copyright 2007 .

 
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