Shabazz Palaces: Ishmael Butler’s band has crafted a sonic cosmology as obscure as it is addictive.

Shabazz Palaces: Ishmael Butler’s band has crafted a sonic cosmology as obscure as it is addictive. SUB POP

Seattle used to be known for a handful of clichés: rain, coffee, Frasier, passive-aggression. And, of course, grunge. For a minute back in the era of George Herbert Walker Bush, Seattle was the hot spot for label scouts to discover the next Nirvana, the next Pearl Jam, the next Alice in Chains. This led to some bizarre bedfellows, as well as the beginning of a hesitant and ongoing intermingling of the mainstream that continues unabated two decades on. Nowadays, we’re on the national radar for other more insidious things: Amazon, gentrification, and income inequality. And just as the early 1990s brought us an explosion of searing and scarred Gen-X rock, the beginning of our young millennium has produced a sea change in the music of the Emerald City. Along with the eternal barrage of garage bands and the steadily thriving electronic scene, Seattle’s hiphop artists have taken to Bandcamp, SoundCloud, and other DIY methods of getting the word out, as astral interlocutors trade stages with lean-sipping burners and young, wide-eyed crossover potentials…