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Friday, July 28, 2006

LISTENING SINCE THE PREVIOUS POST:

VARIOUS PRODUCTION- 'THE WORLD IS GONE'
LUCIANO LIVE MIX
V/A -'SUPERLONGEVITY 4'
PASSION FM ELECTRO AND (GULP)...FUNKY HOUSE
FREEZE FM 2-STEP.

not much listening recently. i don't know why. i just want silence while i wait for the rain, which is always hovering around up there but never coming down. as soon as it starts pouring down i'm going to sit inside drinking tea and listening to art tatum and vashti bunyan.

and that's a promise.

there was a brown out in london yesterday because of the heat. we are on our knees out here.

listening to music because it is your job to review it is very odd, i've found. it's not bad, at all, because i'm lucky enough to review stuff for a magazine that doesn't cover dross. but it's very strange thinking: 'i have to listen to this today'. this blog is mainly about the whims and fancies that lead me to listen to particular musics at particular times, but when it's yr job, there's little room for whims- it's all crowded out by duty.

it's a nice little duty to have, though.

this week was the various production album. slightly unfairly maligned, i feel. sure, the 7"s were incredible highs and the album tracks don't reach such individual brilliance (with the exception of 'hater', which was put out on seven inch anyway...). but the album is best listened to as an hour long mood-piece, i think- much like the Burial album. taken together the record's as entrallingly bleak and stark as you'd like, and the sketchy lack of substance to some of the tracks only adds to that effect.

there's still no excuse for that track, 'soho', though: it's like those horrible sub-NIN bands that were everywhere in the 90s, calling themselves 'industrial'. i think one was called Rico: i once saw them at Reading when i was 15 and it was the only time when i've been so angry and disgusted at the sheer conceited shiteness of a band that i've been seriously tempted to throw a beer can at the singer's head (i didn't, by the way)

a band so bad they make people turn to violence!

to stress: this is Rico, not Riko, we're talking about. i wouldn't like to throw a beer can at riko's head, not at all. think of the consequences. i imagine he'd want to take it 'to road'. he wouldn't keep it lyrical. i think it's his birthday today, incidentally.


look, this is is going nowhere, is it? ok, i'm out, off to listen to more perlon...buzz, twang, fizz, clunk (and all of them sexily).

1 Comments:

Blogger tom said...

the entries that go nowhere can be the best ones to read. have a perfect mental image of a bottle smacking riko on the back of his head - and the way he'd just turn.

started blogging here now by the way:
panda-rescue.blogspot.com

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