http://s40.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3BNJ3AER8TZ430431H0KGEFQE
new mix….industrial, acid techno, old school rave.
front 242
netzwerk frankfurt
welt in scherben
dirty criminals
beverly hills 808303
francisco
a homeboy, a hippie, and a funki dread
thomas heckmann
altern8
anarch-e
john + julie
audion
front 242
welt in scherben
foremost poets
frankie bones
pin
nitzer ebb
another ill-planned and poorly recorded mix…
overblown and emotive techno and house from detroit, rome, cologne, and chicago.
http://s56.yousendit.com/d.php?id=29JATSBNS10KGP7R99APT2G0
the martian - search your feelings
quarks - allein (sascha funke mix)
franz and shape - countach (linus loves remix)
lil louis - how i feel
analog fingerprints - i drive you home
yolanda + ur - your time is up
analog fingerprints - roofs
unit 4 - body dub (freak electrique remix)
michael mayer - supertiel (remix)
rude boy farley keith - give your self to me
severed heads - all saints day
nitzer ebb - murderous
the endless pokers - the poke
marco passarani - criticize
here’s a dj mix i recorded the other day. it was rainy, sweaty, and i was a bit hungover, so i was playing lots of spacey, moody synth disco.
the sound quality is a little iffy, and a few of the mixes are pretty off, but i like it anyway…
http://s37.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3JXFBYKOHSS471WS53KVX8LE
tracklisting:
kikrokos - life is a jungle
les rockets - future woman
joachim witt - inflation im paradise
stinkworx - saliva (putsch 79 mix)
juan maclean - tito’s way (reverse 68 mix)
alexander robotnick - don’t ask me why
capricorn - capricorn (instrumental)
kerrier district - yesco
lindstrom - i feel space
musicmakers ltd - variations on havah nagila
tantra - wishbone
space - airforce one
synergy - delta one
got lots of new stuff in the last few weeks…
reese - just another chance (incognito)
found this for a reasonable price. the track oozes sweaty desperation…and the bassline was literally years ahead of its time…the bass sound used here was, of course, to be mimicked in hundreds and hundreds of drum n bass songs../..
green velvet - walk in love (relief)
new lp of enlightened psycho-cyber-mystic freakhouse from everyone’s favorite chicago-based techgnostic. i don’t know if curtis jones has been hanging out w/ terrence parker or what, but this is as close to gospel house as paranoid drug music gets - the record sleeve is full of bible quotes, illuminating the intent of every track. check ‘war on the saints’ for a demented reprisal of his classic "perculator", and "ufo’s" for 808 cowbell heavy ode to juan atkins. green velvet should also be commended for his explicit investigation of the sound/body interface in dance music, and for questioning the nature of hedonism in club culture. "overcome the flesh" and "take me to the other side" hint at dance-as-spiritual ritual, while "no sex" makes such predilections explicit - "i’d rather dance and clap my hands". thank you!
juan maclean - tito’s way remixes (dfa)
i tend to be VERY wary of DFA productions, but i broke down and got this.
the original mix isn’t really up my alley - it’s a little vocal heavy, and feels a bit in the rapturey-vein, which is a queue for my gag reflex. the production is very typical dfa, as well (
fortunately, lindstrom and prinz tomas really refine the track, sculpting it into a tasteful and authentic-feeling epic space disco jam.
the booka shade remix is acceptable, though perhaps a little grating, relying heavily on a now-cliche sounding retro-acid bassline, and still prominently featuring the obnoxious vocal hook. it eventually builds to a shuffly, string-filled crescendo…
the best mix is the last, by reverso 68 (who i’ve not heard of before). some of the rawness of the original mix is kept, which is nice. really, though, this an even more effective space disco number than the lindstrom mix. the real saving grace is the ample use of floaty vocoders, morphing the grating vocal snippet into something rather divine…
spectrum - brazil remixes (r&s)
belgian hardcore jams from 91, with lenny dee doing the remixes. loads of flange-action and some breakbeaty sounds…oh yes.
ying yang twins - georgia dome
after a blitz of bafflingly brilliant ying yang twins singles, i’ve decided to (yet again) reappraise their backcatalog. and yeah, it’s pretty much all fucking good.
legowelt - beyond the congo (bunker)
i’ve been a bit behind on the recent bunker and viewlexx releases, in large part just because no on in nyc is fucking carrying them (r.i.p. sonic groove)…
this one shows danny wolfers back in peak form. dirgey goth-house, sounding very fabio frizzi inspired.
umwelt - la chair nouvelle (kommando 6)
chunky aggro-electro from ausberg’s cult kommando 6 label. pump up the midrange!
underground resistance - riot ep (underground resistance)
finally got this…more evidence that the real musical force behind UR was jeff mills…
when bomb squad-esque production meets industrial/ebm sensibilities, all hell breaks loose! the bpms are slow, and the tracks are almost devoid of distortion, but this stuff feels so EXPLOSIVE. it naturally causes me to recall alec empires famous creed "riot sounds produce riots". that kind of naive optimism, while largely incapable of effecting any change whatsoever, is still deeply compelling…
dirty criminals -
more freaked-out acid jams from traxx and company.
rude 66 - black sabbath (creme)
primal ritualistic electro from den haag. the title track is best, a mid-tempo atmospheric meditation, aping the bassline of i-f’s "space invaders" with a vicious hi-res synth. it’s about time someone brought back the real dutch electro sound…
tuxedomoon - desire
erotic-mystic psych-jazz classic. the title track is transcendent.
out hud - one life to leave
ok, i’m embarassed enough having purchased a dfa record…
the "requiem for a requiem" mix of one life to leave is really endearing child-like space-funk-punk. sort of feels like an updated electrodisco version of the bush tetras or delta 5. i have to put aside my elitist tendencies for something this utterly charming.
the hypnotist - rainbows in the sky b/w death by dub (simply vinyl)
rave on
back from fuse-in fest in detroit, going to write something up about that at some point.
bunch of new purchases…
experimental products - glowing in the dark (gigolo)
rerelease of this great electro/wave track from 84. really over-the-top… there’s some sort of play paul cover version of the song on the flip, which i have yet to listen to more than 15 seconds of. i don’t think i’ll be getting much play out of that one…
dirty criminals - organized confusion (gigolo)
i’ve bought two gigolo records in the past week. oh dear.
this one is really good, tho. dj traxx played in detroit and really tore my soul apart, so now i have to track down all of his records… raw chicago stuff w/ industrial influences… feels very live and unhinged.
christoph fringeli - scaremonger (praxis)
the first release on praxis records, from 1992! the label normally known for brutally angular industrial dnb and gabber started off in an ebm/techno vein. fringeli’s signature swaths of dry, hollow noise are present, but here with chunky techno kicks and menacing basslines…
jeff mills - suspense b/w dramatized (axis)
repress of two early mills tracks (i think maybe done w/ rob hood?). darker than the purposemaker stuff, harder than the later axis…
acid: can you jack? vol 2 (souljazz)
got this mostly for sleazy d’s ‘i’ve lost control’ and lil’ louis “video clash”. pressing is great, which is nice, cuz old chi-house records are notorious for sounding like playing sandpaper…
netzwerk frankfurt - hot body (psi49net)
anthony rother-produced dark electro from 01.
david bowie - station to station
i didn’t own it. now i do.
lots of good records around right now….
i drink iced tea now. lots of it. all day long. i mostly stopped drinking caffeine for about a year and a half…it feels good to be wired again.
a few new;
marco passarani: sullen look lp (peacefrog)
new full length from roman rave pioneer and electro hero marco passarani…he covers an awful lot of ground here, from idm to hip hop to synth disco to minimal electro…it’s all very tasteful and well-crafted. really, highly recommended for any fan of electronic music…
sylvie marks and hal 9000 - my computer eats an acid trip (bpitch control)
totally acid-fried electrohouse…. "there is acid in my system. i drink a glass of water". yes you do, sylvie. i guess the acidhouse revival is getting a little played-out at this point…i can’t help but love shit like this tho…. i really pray the recent prevalence of old school acid sounds is precursor to somesort of wholesale rave revival - if not in sound at least in spirit. in the states dance music has been aethetically monopolized by guido thugs or petuli-soaked be-dreadlockled free-lovin’ anachronisms. techno really IS NOT uplifiting, one-with-the-universe music, nor is necessarily the soundtrack for a dance-oriented mating ritual - it’s brutal machine music , the product of technological hypersaturation and urban alienation. it is as much a product of machine worship as it is of mechanophobia; as much a celebration of humanity as it is anthrophobia. the spirit of hardcore rave is in the embrace and exploration of these ambivalences - not in e-fuled orgy or flower-power freakout.
uh…off topic for a bit…the dexter remix on the record is fucking great.
dmx krew - body destruction ep (sonic groove)
ed dmx in ebm mode. this is definitely the coldest and most aggressive work he’s done. ‘body destruction’ is a heart-warmingly chilling paean to nitzer ebb, and ‘white noise/black hole’ is as tunelessly-catchy as ‘warm leatherette’ . props for the weird ‘frequency is out of control’ lil’ louis reference on ‘white noise/black hole’, too.
don’t stop til you lose control! whooo!
why is "metal" called "metal"?
i mean, not only does the music SOUND largely organic, the impact of the music is decidedly physical, human, sexual. black sabbath is preteen mating ritual, metallica is first-blowjob-in-cadillac-backseat (if you’re lucky). the name ‘black sabbath’ itself invokes the primal, organic ritual, a stonehenge bacchanalia, replete with druids wielding gee-tars like mighty tuned phalluses, as the fuzzbox channels streams of luminescent semen, and chalices of virgin’s blood or groupie’s vaginal fluid line the altar of sonic excess and hedonistic physicality. ‘metal’ isn’t metal, metal is flesh!
einsturzende neubauten, of course, is METAL (literally). jeff mills is METAL. while the body-music interface is pronounced and pertinant in both these cases, the music functions as architecture or weapon (metal) or computer program (metal) or computer program (plastic). from a purely metal signal, the only possible response is metallic. ‘man’ is erased - only ‘metal’ remains, the physical human archtecture laid bare, not as flesh, but as metal. but is this divine order or dehumanization?\ is, in this instance, the loss of desire tantamount to zombification?
metal, i suppose, symbolizes man conquering nature, yeah? the barbarian wields the metal axe to slay the saber-toothed tiger (conquering a physical threat), the peasant farmer wields the metal hoe to grow crops and feed family (sustenance) - while these are conquering elemthese still fall within the realm of nature…acts on a purely animal desire. the ultimate realization of this ‘metal’ continuum is the metal referred to above - man conquering both desire and physicality, through, again, metal. errr…or something.
poor linnea quigley
i had a run-in today w/ the cyber-urban subway dance squad. these people terrify and fascinate me - limber and sexless, ricocheting all andro-thug-style, like gumby-chic never went away. facial scars, neck tattoos, and justin timberlake-moves. or perhaps: usher-meets-cirque de soleil on the c train - but even GAYER, somehow.
i guess some people think of usher as a piller of masculinity, i dunno. i find the whole thing vaguely indicative of some sort of urban-gender-identity crisis.
let me clarify their routine a bit (i’ve seen now, i believe, 3 troops do the same routien). there are two older boys (couldn’t be much older than 16-17) - one usually mans the boombox (one of those huge plastic monstrosities that looks like a car engine - it invariably blasts any given unrecognizable pop radio hit), the other usually is sort of the ringleader. then there’s a small boy, maybe 6 or 7, who is a particularly talented dancer. he usually struts around for a bit, does some flips using the subway bars, wiggles his arms like some hyper-dextrous breakdancing cabbage patch kid, etc. it’s grotesque and charming. a follow-up solo is then performed by one or sometimes both of the older crew members. then the seriously bonkers acrobatics begin - team members will throw the small child onto the ceiling of the subway car (allowing him to slam his fist against the fluorescent light, attracting gasps from the more sensitive train riders), onto the ground, then they will roll up into a ball with him, and somersault their way down most of the subway. that’s usually the finale, after which they solicit you for loose change and you feebly hide your face and wallet.
anyway - does anyone else find such this convergence of urban-thugism, guerilla soliciting, and near-campy effeminate showboating totally bizarre? maybe i’m totally missing the point… the same errosion of gender/sexuality boundaries is increasingly present in male ‘urban’ fashion, with those billowy, tube-shaped shirts (i call people who wear them ‘urban tube warriors’) that descend to the ankles - they look like dresses. i’ve heard of them even being sported in bright pink. has the most potent assertion of masculinity become to somehow subvert traditional masculine notions? in one’s confidence of one’s own supermasculinity, can one flirt with the opposite extremes, thus becoming even MORE masculine?? again, regarding the subway dance militia, i could be totally missing the point. there are plenty of obvious motivational factors at play… first and foremost - these kids want money! i guess this ties in to those cultural notions of black-man-as-performer, escape-the-ghetto-and-better-oneself, etc etc…
too drunk to be thinking about this…not making much sense anymore, and certainly exposing more inherent racism and ignorance than insight…
thinking about recent acquisitions:
plastique de reve - voodoo kit ep (7b)
2 tracks of acidic, sort of newbeat-inspired electrohouse. ‘don’t be afraid’ is a 303 drenched DIRTY bootyhouse number w/ a great female mc. it’s housemusic for the post-fannypack set - its attitude straddles both the nihilist lasciviousness of lords of acid and the celebratory raunch of 2 live crew. sweet! ‘go jack me auto’ is a heavier pounder w/ an ebm-inspired bassline, reminding me a bit of the recent (very good) david caretta material…not bad.
plastique de reve - the sounds you hear ep (turbo)
the recent plastique de reve material has been great! ‘the sounds you hear’ is big freaked electrohouse stormer. growling syncopated bass stabs, paranoid synth warbles, etc. it works. ‘do it!’, like ‘don’t be afraid’, is a weird combination of cartoonish cyber-booty raps, slinky worm-like acid bass, and stupified 808 splatters. i can’t help but find it bafflingly futuristic. the ep ends with ’so many things’, a gritty 303-heavy electro workout, reminding me strongly of the material i-f recorded under beverly hills 808303 moniker.
these two ep’s, for me, are gesturing towards a slightly new direction for the electrodisco/electrohouse scene. the soundscape is maybe getting a little harsher and more aggressive, but there is a pleasant ‘i don’t give a fuck’ sense of humor to it…err…i dunno…
click click - rorschach testing (play it again sam)
new wavey industrial/ebm and minimal electronic pop. creepy noir-esque strings erupt confusedly, synthy horns boombast with dirge-like fervor, adrian smith croons like marc almond on ketamine, etc etc blah blah. it’s old, it’s good, i like it.
alan vega - collision drive (cellouloid/ze)
my fav alan vega solo outting. i lost my copy sometime in the past year - reclaimed it for 5 bux just this afternoon. we’re spared here of the overproduction and synth-washes of his later (still excellent) efforts, and instead get pure, pared-down minimalist rockabilly kicks. still high off the suicide run, the songs topple temporality with loose structure and a monochromatic approach. what makes this almost more successful than suicide in it’s lysergic americana-mythos-vibe is, funny enough, the reversion to traditional guitars and drums. vega’s version of ghost rider on this album MAY be better than the original - when divorced of its sci-fi otherworldliness, it becomes the manic motorcycle anthem it was meant to be!
fuzzbox - we’ve got a fuzzbox and we’re gonna use it! (geffen)
kinda like the b-52’s playing x-ray spex songs, or like le tigre, only 15 years earlier. single-mindedly determined pro-femme power pop. the guitars are very compressed and buzz-saw sounding, the vocals are yelped in multitiered choruses - there’s a great schizophrenic sing-along thing going on. xtra bonus points for the tuneless and fractured rendition of ’spirit in the sky’. one question tho - why do most all-girl (or aggressively feminist) punk bands reek of some sort of quirky ‘personal-as-political’ aesthetic??? i mean a sort of quaint fixation on one’s own experiences that, for me, undercuts the potential impact of these things… errr…not being very articulate right now…
v/a - razormaid! (razormaid)
comp of stuff from mid/late 80’s remix service ‘razormaid’. some new beat, ebm, and similar-styled tracks. i’ve been spending a lot of time on this stuff lately, and the fact that i’m still finding it interesting and rewarding is clearly a sign of my imminent alcohol-enduced dementia. welcome wet brain!
mr cisco - (klakson)
new ep from francisco, of pigna records fame. new name, new label, same schtick. super catchy retro-electrodisco. label art has a cute cartoon alligator on it, too.
