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Friday, November 10, 2006

LISTENING SINCE PREVIOUS POST:

ROLL DEEP RINSE SET
WILEY- 'TUNNEL VISION VOL.2'
RUFF SQWAD- 'GUNS N ROSES VOL.2'
KOMPAKT- 'POP AMBIENT 2007'
KOMPAKT- 'TOTAL 7'
PLUS DEVICE- 'PUNCTURE'

i realised today that i have never, to my knowledge, heard The Kooks, and i felt oddly proud of myself.

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can anyone confirm my suspicion that the 'mystery producer' behind Plus Device is Jimmy Edgar? it sounds like him, but better, and i'm pretty sure that he played some of the tracks off the recent plus device album at the Glade this summer, although obviously those memories are pretty hazey...
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only really posh men can wear pink trousers and make it look like a deeply conservative choice.

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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

LISTENING TODAY:

COBBLESTONE JAZZ- 'INDIA IN ME'
WILEY- 'TUNNEL VISION VOL.2'
MOBB DEEP- 'THE INFAMOUS'
RICHARD HAWLEY- 'COLES CORNER'
JUNIOR BOYS- 'SO THIS IS GOOD BYE'

last night a DJ wore a cravat. it was superpitcher, of course. the dandy's dandy. he looks a bit like i would if i really amped up the innate foppishness that i've been blessed/cursed with.
superpitcher and michael mayer took their 'supermayer' show on the road, doing some back to back business at London's T-bar, which is fast approaching legendary status, on account of it somehow managing to put on the biggest and best names out there (villalobos, ivan smagghe, luciano, dj koze etc) for free.
and the cavenous air conditioning system on the ceiling rattles along with the bass, which is kinda cool.

superpitcher was in an uber-oblique mood when we arrived, playing some of the most abstract techno i've heard- it sounded a bit like a CD player spewing out tiny bits of soft kompakt fluffiness at random. which i don't think it was. i think superpitcher's actually gone out and bought these crazy tunes. good man, although there was no way on earth that we could dance to it. after a while of all that enjoyable nonsense, michael mayer, the older head, sidled up to the decks to commence the back-to-back selection- after this,. superpitcher started to play nice, still plowing a more minimal, awkward furrow than Mayer, but boshing it out happily.

i've seen michael mayer DJ three times now, and this was the first time that i got my head round what he actually does when playing out. i'd always expected him to be nice and dreamy and kompakty. melancholic, misty cosiness for immer and all that. but he's really not at all like that as a club DJ. he just blows yr head off instead. stomping, lairy techno that i half-want to call 'funktional', but then that neologism just makes me feel a little bit ill. he played audion's 'mouth to mouth' (course he did), and sliced us up into little pieces with it, smashing the buzz that burns through the track into screaming noise. in fact, he played so much stuff that sounded and felt like 'mouth to mouth' that a good half hour of the night was spent with me on tenterhooks going, 'this is...this is...!', and then quickly realising that it wan't s audion time quite yet. still, that mouth to mouth sound seems to be the big one at the moment- a knobbly, wacca-wacca bassline and huge sheets of distortion creating vast spaces of gritted teeth, white-heat bliss/pain.

waiting for a night bus after leaving T-bar we wer approached by a homeless man who asked for money by doing some truly excellent deejaying. in a just world, he'd be a star to thousands. our night bus came, and we left without giving him any money, something i've felt guilty about all day.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

LISTENING TODAY:

WU TANG- 'THE W'
ROLL DEEP SEPTEMBER RINSE FM SET AFTER HEADS-UP FROM GUM DROPS.
DIPLOMATS- 'DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY 2'
CHAMILLIONAIRE- 'THE SOUND OF REVENGE'
DOZENS OF BASTARD FIREWORKS LET OFF BY PEOPLE WHO CLEARLY DON'T OWN CATS.
AND, ER, MOZART- 'REQUEIM'
AND ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE (WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, SOME SORT OF PRICK?)

ok, lets gets started. (i'm anticipating that this post will be a steller example of why you should never 'blog' when yr drunk, by the way. so be warned and be told...)

funny thing about me is i never sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death. this means i find fabric birthdays a remarkably easy thing to deal with. walk in the park, dear. it was fabric's 7th birthday the other week, and i went for the saturday with rave-ally #1 jack savidge of friendly fires fame.
it was a long shift. 10 pm start, and we left at 8.30 a.m sunday morning cuz i needed to close my eyes for a long while (that thing about not needing sleep was a lie, although i believe that something along those lines is true of Mr Kelis...)
deeply scary thing about it was that it was going on for 6 MORE HOURS when we left. i think if you were brave enough to hang around till chucking out time (2 in the afternoon), i'm guessing you would have seen a little collapse of western civilisation. if there's cctv in there, pity the poor bastard who has to see it every week. he's probably a serial killer or something by now. so, actually, don't pity him. sick fuck.

when me and jack were hanging round outside in the morning, shielding our eyes from the blinding sunlight and the minicab hustlers, a totally fucked guy stumbled out, his eyes just massive dark rings, his shirt clinging to his body, drenched in sweat. he dropped a huge bag of crack on the floor. classy. (then he picked it up, by the way, luckily. or is, 'luckily' appropriate there?)

anyway, all these craaaazy 'rock n roll' anecdotes have a point, of sorts. which is that i was at fabric for so long that i pretty much haven't listening to music since, until the last few days at least. i was sated, y'see.
best bits? the fact that fabric, for some reason, wasn't full to the brim, and had a lower than usual quota of shirt-off lads on the piss and the pull. the fact that the atmosphere in there was really celebratory (everyone loves a birthday, eh?). the fact that andrew weatherall played Hot Chip and the crowd went mental. that i heard audion's 'mouth to mouth' for the first time (i know, i know, i've been slow on the uptake on this one...what an amazing track. when those buzz-lines start to rise to the ceiling it's shock and awe on the dancefloor. complete sensory overload). oh, and lindstrom melting space-disco into goo and stringing our happy, swaying bodies along for the ride.

but, really, the night belonged to ricky v, this time with SPARKLY minimal scarf. he's such a fitty. honestly, on my mum's teeth, this was the best DJ set i've ever seen. i've seen villalobos twice before and never really been close to being blown away, but this was next level. didn't know any of the tracks he played, of course, but for the time i was there anyway, it was very, very intricate minimal techno, eschewing melody for detail upon detail, warp upon weft (!), of shivery clicks and burrs. totally absorbing, and the most beautifully paced, lovingly crafted set, the fabric soundsytem picking out ever little sound with icey clarity. he pulleda bit of special stuff out for the birthday, i think.

it reached this wonderful place where, despite (or because?) it was the some of the most physical, hard, uncompromising techno this side of Surgeon, it was also weirdly relaxing, an almost ambient bath of rippling sound. gorgeous. before, i'd always preferred villalobos sets when they moved in a more housey, maximal direction, but now i'm won over to his hypnotic ultra-minimal excursions. he really is the best out there, as far i can see...
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'the elvis for kids who don't give a shit about elvis': my younger brother on johnny thunders. read his blog here. (it's well better than this one)