Dzang

Dzang

Cones, Maxim Ludwig

Wed · July 19, 2017

8:00 pm

$7.00

This event is 21 and over

Dzang
Dzang
Dzang birthed half a decade ago as an outlet for Los Angeles producer Adam Gunther’s more exploratory impulses, beyond the confines of his soundtrack work. Following a pair of self-released LPs (XLO, 2014, and Lotion, 2015), he began amassing a vault of liquid inner space instrumentals, tracing connections between poolside R&B, sun-kissed pop, astral jazz, and blunted dance. For half the tracks he called in a cast of featured collaborators to sing, speak, rap, or reflect, including smoky New York City vocalist DonChristian, Estonian avant-diva Maria Minerva, neo-crooner Maxim Ludwig, and Cali chanteuse Olivia Kaplan. The resultant collection, 3G, coasts blissfully across 14 tracks of weekend West Coast electronic rhythm, alternately soft and summery, downtempo and upscale. Gunther’s touch is heady, hi-fi, and healing. Pacific dreams for specific times. 3G is out July 14th on DzangRecs.
Maxim Ludwig
Maxim Ludwig
In experience and attitude, Maxim Ludwig is a man of extremes. He has lived life with violent immoderation, recklessly drunk too much or praised the virtues of his own sobriety, eaten to excess or not at all, slept days away or skipped nights of sleeping, worked obsessively for glory or laid about with unbridled laziness. Out of joy, adventure and abandon, fiercely unafraid of consequences, he is the honest instigator in the tradition of R.P. McMurphy, Serge Gainsbourg and Norman Mailer, a true romantic artist irreverent to all but his craft.

On Ludwig's debut album Libra-Scorpio Cusp, we find our hero at ease by night, brimming with eccentric charisma that's half beatnik, half Rat Pack, showing an uncanny knack for rock and roll with desperate vocals and funky grooves. Through thoughtful arrangements lifted by gritty riffs, expansive keyboards and fearlessly soulful saxophones, Ludwig's first full-length effort stands out as a liberating play. As a songwriter, his lyrics are self-reflective and direct, inspired by the Black Mountain Poets, Henry Miller-esque sexual obsessions, broken promises ("W8 4 U"), creative persistence ("Big White Wall") and some more naughty forms of self-expression ("No One Has to Know"). The melodies are naturally captivating, asking to be sung along to, hair down, ass shaking. On stage, his mad-man performances breed infectious enthusiasm.
Venue Information:
The Hi Hat
5043 York Blvd
Los Angeles, CA, 90042