"Mr. Sagittarius" tells the story of Nomi's life, from his upbringing as an immigrant youth in the post-industrial city of St. Paul MN, to his nomadic years as a traveling rapper on the open road. Feeling tired and unfulfilled as a rapper, Nomi ended up in San Francisco hoping to start anew. He became a basic laborer, which eventually led to his involvement in community and labor causes. These experiences develop his political ideology, helping him understand his life as a whole. What sets this song apart from other hip-hop narratives is that it tells the story from a variety of spaces and places, connecting the issues that affect local working-class families, to things that are happening on an international level.(Via.)
Director Bernardo Josue makes his debut as music-video director. In "Mr. Sagittarius" he is able to capture the melancholy tone of the song by shooting images from the working-class districts throughout San Francisco. The foggy street scenes are quintessential when representing the City. The lighting and grainy coloration make it feel an old detective film. Bernardo, Nomi and producer Mr. Rey are able to create and audio and visual amalgamation of high quality art with a great message and purpose.
Together with the music video is the release of a free downloadable maxi-single for "Mr. Sagittarius." Listeners will enjoy a remix by Digital Martyrs along with an unreleased track entitled "Smooth Talker" produced by Fatgums. "Smooth Talker" was recorded in 2009 and was the first collaboration between Nomi and Fatgums. The two would later join forces with Mister REY to create Remittances, the critically acclaimed album by Power Struggle. The maxi-single can be downloaded using the following link: http://www.mediafire.com/?gj2idmvz8k59155
Be on the lookout for the forthcoming Power Struggle EP entitled Tell Them That You Love Them due for release in early 2013.
"Le Goudron" is a surrealist revolutionary song originally recorded in 1969 by Brigitte Fontaine with The Art Ensemble of Chicago; YACHT has reinvented its naive-apocalyptic candor for a neon-soaked dance floor, our preferred autonomous zone.(Via.)
