In advance of Killing Joke's riot of spring at Ether Festival this Friday, Youth's remix of PWEI - a limber trance-goth hybrid from the days when Clint Mansell still wore shorts.
Some new material from Burial is forthcoming. It's not radically different from his previous stuff: the same woozy ambience, clattering pulses and ricocheting echodelia - this is mournfully anonymous soul music. It'd be chilled, were it not for the thick electronic blanket of sound which provides that 3am infernal feel.
The clip below comes from a Hyperdub session on Radio 1. There's a bit of chatter there. No doubt a proper version will surface shortly on OurTube.
Today is the spring equinox. Super-perigee moon over Washington courtesy of NASA/Bill Ingalls. Below that, a Russian revolution courtesy of Stravinsky...
Thanks to the excellent Kill Your Pet Puppy site for alerting us to the existence of these powerful analyses of the Mr Men books, which are to be found skulking around playfully on Amazon, where they are credited to Hamilton Richardson. Thirty-eight people have found them helpful.
On Mr Small:
Mr Small is Hargreaves' 'Boys From The Blackstuff'. Here he adopts a more naturalistic style, putting aside explicit exposition of academic schools of thought along with his usual moral and philosophical preoccupations. In a manner that is almost kitchen sink, we follow the working class everyman - quite literally the small man - as he searches for a job in 70s Britain. Thematically Hargreaves shows his vision, as he presages the mass unemployment that was to come in the 1980s.
Afrobeat meets dubstep on a damp plain of unused land in north east London...
Two examples of glossily dissident r'n'b from the 1980s. Matt Johnson's whole post-modernist, Amis-oriented, existentially-angled gospel-rock thing is kinda kneecapped now by the fact that his band have the least Google-friendly name ever. Thereafter The Godfathers. "Just like that film with Michael Caine." I assume this to be 'Get Carter' but it may not matter if it isn't. Roy Budd's down there too.
Footnote: there is, disappointingly, some disabled embedding going on with these links. But you can still follow orders and watch 'em on yer Tube.
So, we depart Eden and head, naturally, east, to a sector of the city where the wind's always ill and the streets probably have no name. Kode9 and Spaceape's mutated interpretation of Prince's 'Sign 'O' The Times' from the very hauntologically titled 'Memories of the Future' remakes the original in the (ruptured) vein of a mythical horror story. 'Doomstep', notes one of the comments on YouTube. The lyrics are all from Prince's original, but Spaceape's cloudy (in)version suggests Cormac McCarthy transplanted to an abandoned bus stop in N17, grimly recalling the start of the end while the bass frequencies gather together and throb like the alien hive-mind they clearly are.