Life Goes On… In a time of war and disheartening news, musical maestro Mutte Fjutt gives us a ray of sunshine, an instrumental with a crowd-pleasing, big band melody and a sweet refrain.
Add it to your playlist. Going viral on a platform near you!
Enjoy.
Hello!
Nee-how!
Cześć!
Hej på dig!
Who are these musicians? Music loops genius Mutte Fjutt in Uppsala, Sweden has teamed up with1980’s punk singer Clive Flatenbad to form the Swedish rap duo realPfft. Mutte is a shy guy while Clive is a performer. Mutte began his career as an audio engineer. Clive was a disc jockey who loves to sing. Both function as producers and songwriters.
Satirists, Mutte and Clive’s first two singles — Fake News and Fake News (Mutte’s illegal mix) — poked fun at America’s president. Seven years later, they have branched out, creating rap, hip hop, pop, rock, dance, disco, jazz, funk, fusion and classical tracks. They have never met a sound effect that they didn’t like. Drawing inspiration from 70 years of pop music, these musical dinosaurs call their oeuvre Dino Pop. They have released 140 singles and the album realPfft Does Jazz Funk.
Their female vocals come from girlfriends, loops from Ghosthack in Germany, Text-to-Speech software and nowadays even A.I.
Their cover art is produced by a geezer named Kuny who, fortunately, doesn’t charge an arm and a leg.
They release their music through the very adept people at TuneCore in Brooklyn, New York. TuneCore distributes realPfft’s tracks to YouTube, Spotify and iTunes plus 30 other online stores and five digital platforms. Thanks to them, realPfft’s music encircles the globe.
Clive’s rather nutty videos owe a great deal to his younger brother Tim who tries to squeeze a laugh out of even the lamest joke.
I am their music publisher, sometime manager and publicist.
Best regards!
Kevin
Swedish rap artists realPfft continue to release questionably weird shite on their label. Övningskör means “Student driver” in English.
Anything more than 2 years old pre-dates A.I. Reaching into their archive, this instrumental is from 2021.
This is what happens when a jazz combo becomes overcaffeinated on the way to the auto shop. Love the sound of the air hose!
Sommarlåt, A Summer Song. After three months of sunny days, music maestro Mutte Fjutt complements his artistic urges with AI tools. Lyrics by way of Gemini. The muscular melody, no-nonsense troubadour and the orchestration all come from riffusion.
The future we predicted on October 22, 2023 has already arrived, turning rappers realPfft into a production unit. With endless possibilities, they risk losing their souls.
Sommarlåt
Se, käre Mollberg, huru dagen gryr så säll!
Vid Öregrunds strand, där vinden leker så snäll
Och solens första strålar kysser vågens kam
Du sitter väl nu med en punsch, så skön och varm?
Jag ser dig för min inre syn, du glade bror
Med hatt på sned och blick som drömmar gror
Kanske en sillbit dignar på din tallriksrand
Och doften sprider sig kring hav och land
Hör fiskmåsen skrika sin hesa sommarlåt!
Den vittnar om en roddtur i en eka så grå
Där strömming fångas, silverglänsande och kall
Och sedan steks vid strandens vindskyddsmurfall
Ach, Öregrund, du lilla idylliska pärla
Där tiden tycks stå stilla som en sömnig säl!
Dina gränder trånga, dina hus så små
Inbjuder till en lunk där ingen jäkt kan nå
Där skutor gungar stilla vid sin kaj
Och gamla gubbar spottar ut sitt snusvaj
Där unga flickor med blommor i sitt hår
I dansen svävar när sommarnatten står
Förgät, min vän, all världens tunga strid!
Här råder endast ro och evig frid
Så töm din bägare och låt fiolen ljuda
Ty Öregrund bjuder in till att all sorg förbjuda!
Lev väl, min Mollberg, tills vi åter ses!
Vid Öregrunds salta vågor, bland fjärilars bless
Och minns att glädjen bor i det enkla, det lilla
Som en sommardag i Öregrund, så skön och stilla
“Some beach” is New Jersey slang for “Son of a bitch.”
Mutte Fjutt continues his experiments in A.I. He had Gemini write the lyrics, a lament over endless surf music. Then he had Suno create the country-western music and crooner Ricky Singer. With Clive producing and Mutte mixing, the peculiar bells and whistles of still another realPfft production remain front and center.
Artwork by Kuny.
Some Beach
Woke up this morning, sun in the sky
Turnin’ on the radio, let out a sigh
Thought I’d get some rock, maybe some soul
But then I heard a falsetto, losing all control
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
“Good Vibrations,” yeah, I used to agree
But now every time, it’s just torment to me
“Surfin’ U.S.A.,” I’ve heard it a million times
Can’t escape the doldrums or these tired old rhymes
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
I appreciate the classics, truly I do
But a modern rotation, that’s what I’m looking for, too
Give me something fresh, something new and profound
Not the same old surf anthems, all over town
No more Beach Boys, turn it down low
Sick of the surfing, sand and sun glow
Brian Wilson’s harmonies, they used to be grand
But now it’s just static, throughout the whole land
So if you’re a DJ, listening to my plea
Change up the playlist, set the airwaves free
No more Beach Boys, please, for the sake of my ear
Turn that dial, make the music clear!
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