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26.11.09

Yes, he's that cool cat.

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If I had a dollar for every time there was a tropical thought of burning up the DF with disco fire and dusting all the people with jive and cosmic beats while listening to GLOVES remixery service of late, I would be living it up in Dubai! Tax Free Baby!


Everything GLOVES is GOLD.


Incase you didn't know.


Yama is the king of the disco re-hash with rich a sampling of a back catalogue only Ph.D's of the Discotheque and fellow librarians of music have access to, let alone knowledge of. Its what makes it all so 'gloving', like soft leather beats. I think I'm onto the foundation of his moniker...
It's no doubt the type of production we may come to expect from the Cutters Records stalwarts (to be posted upon soon).


His post EP remixery has deliverd some similar yet all the same, awesomeness. A cosmic piano riff (synth) of the GLOVES variety accompanies both renditions with each to their own tropical measures and anthemic gloats. The Scare's 'Could Be Bad', turns into a disco anthem of soaring vocals that empower the grotto inhabitants and urge them to be upstanding and dancing. Meanwhile the 'Rewrite' of Golden Bug's newbie, throws in the ingredients of a tropical summer's night dream. A variable vocal of a woman mixed with a good measure of jungle atmospherics dipped in vine-swinging bass-lines with 'For the King of the Jungle only' synth, added for that GLOVES nightlife touch.


Enjoy the 'fresh fingers' of GLOVES.





23.11.09

Doing the circuits in Europe this weekend.



Fab music blog, Toomanysebastians are turning Dejay's, as they branch out to support The Twleves in London in the coming weeks. Meanwhile, after trawling their blog, and the twitter of many european acts, I'm finding the club tracks of the northern hemisphere's weekend as they are scrawled on the walls of irrespective internet portals. From as much, I can simply deduce for you that Aeroplane are ripping it up. The belgian duo have broadened their music penchant since their return to europe after their successful, albeit watershed experience of Parklife.



The Aeroplane November Mix is a must-have, one of their strongest to date, the first half is a seamlessly coalesced cogruence of smooth bariotone disco, and some hot remixes from across the globe, some heightened by their exclusivity on the mix. The Palermo Disko Machine's latest track is as much a standout, as is the mixing of Villa's take on Music Go Music soaring into Sirisumo's remix of the Gossip. Pure unadulterated bliss, or somehting very much like it.


Aeroplane - November Mix


Tracklisting:
01. Music Go Music : "Warm in The Shadow" (Villa Remix)
02. Gossip : "Heavy Cross" (Siriusmo Dub)
03. Emjae : "Discoplex"
04. Two Door Cinema Club : "I Can Talk" (Golden Bug remix)
05. Palermo Disko Machine : "Vesuvia"
06. Joakim : "Spiders" (Extended Dance Mix)
07. Don Diablo : "I am Not From France" (Cagedbaby's Rollerdisco Lcross Campaign Mix)
08. Detachments : "Circles" (Mighty Mouse remix
09. The XX : "Crystalised" (Rory Phillips Remix)
10. Bot'ox : "Bearded lady Motorcycle Show"


Thats all from the above hemisphere.
Stay tuned for new G.L.O.V.E.S this week.

20.11.09

What's that Valerie?

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Some golden gems hidden in the brush were uncovered after some extensive and laborious at times, cruzing [sic] amongst some Valerie collective and Mullet records myspazz's and blogs, I've turned up a late batch of electro, synth goodness in the likes of Russia's Tesla Boy. A music video, remixes and originals all late to the party. These guys really espouse the live aspect of the music, the electric drums, korgs and moogs while juttering the soundscape with dance moves complimenting a surreal nightlife experience. They are the most accessible while being the most under-rated. Their 'Electric Lady' is transcended to the depths of night time antics by swedish synth maestro Odahl, while their rendition of Anoraak's one and only, is probably the most comprehensive and yet complimenting remix.


Tesla Boy - Electric Lady (Odahl Remix)

19.11.09

Space...the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Versailles

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Boldly going where no tweaker has gone before

17.11.09

Brasilia In A Box



Lets blog outside the music box today. No sneakers here either. Thats for my side project, PEST. I thought maybe some art, but I'm not a fan of committing overkill of one of the internets most prestigiously traded equity of appreciation and communicable topics, Art & photography. 
What else? Well I hope I can present a lowly branch of the mainstream art&photography tree, as far as the internet is concerned. Or maybe I'm just not reading the internet very well at all. Slight overkill of the arts here.
Architecture is a fascination of mine, willing to rather contain it as a strong interest, than actually become an architect, I love to observe and study it, become a student of appreciation if you will, whereby this coalesce of human natural forms is duplicated and represented, translated and housed. Architecture is a human extension of the simplest of action, to create the most complex of forms. I love it. It can most positively make you dream big, peaking into the future, of one constant in humanities future, buildings.


This week's Party Pad:
A Brazilian beachfront: Featuring mondo, conga rock and tiki lounge tributes of the modular kind.


Bang Gangers and the Tunnel Dungeons of Doom and Hoodrat.



The Civic Underground has never known such terrifying scenes of brutal macabre grooves before fridays Radicool release Party. "The Ratio last night of guys to girls was spot on" commented one reveler (Ollie). So what went wrong/right? It's a great party mise en scène with mirrored walls covered in BG12" iconographic posters and balloons partnered with disco balls. Mod -u-lar peeps 'n' Co. everywhere. It was looking good as that first crisp cerveza went down. 


The Party became a gregarious entente once we entered the hallowed grotto of the Civic where the smoke, mirrors and balloons were only outdone by the free flowing booze that oozed from the licking lips of the bang gang crew and the crowd. A Bang Gang Crew that - minus TVITC fav, GLOVES - was in full attendance of their local label signings . It was Cassian pulsating and testing the Underground sound system for 2 hours to start stirring the groove and funk. Jamie Doom wanted it turned up loud as Shazam set up his Ableton and Mac. That wasn't all that Doom was getting fidgety about either, 'balloon popping' sizzled his tempers and tantrums in the measure of a PSA to the eagerly grooving crowd. Overkill. However the decked out underground was well worth the entry fee. Bag Raiders poured into the cauldron of a dance floor, what sounded like a new track from their studious recordings before pumping the padded seats and walls with party tunes "till your dick falls off [sic]". Enter the night's apogee, two fellows (punters would know them as U-Go-B & Jimmy2sox) of the Sydney club circuit out in their new adventure, Flight Facilities. With pilot gear strapped on, they were cleared for takeoff as their Lowbrow's 'Dream In The Desert' rendition launched, soundtracking my disco trance dance from the bar to the DF with many a spilling of drink. Grandiose to say the least, a highlight nonetheless. 


The Lowbrows - Dream in the Desert (Flight Facilities Remix)


From that point the night was a rapturous blur of booze and grooves, glow sticks and party tunes. Hoodrat supplying a very ram shackled and liberating account for The Police as 'Roxanne' bookended the night for mwa. Soon after, the lights came on and security began to harass the mass. Bang Gangers not happy, Doom's face = Priceless. 
   We stole some posters,
                         Night of Nights.



10.11.09

Clan In Da Front, Let Your Feet Stomp



This time last week I was paralysed, my senses still reeling in complete shock and awe of what I had witnessed a few nights before. I’d seen about 6 threatening black men spit, scream, throw champagne towards me, holler obscenities at skankies, and generally bring da motherfuckin’ ruckus to the Enmore. These guys weren’t just any scary fellas however, they were part of one of the greatest hip hop groups in the world, gracing Sydney with their bulletproof presence for the first time together. They were the Wu-Tang Clan motherfucker, and they blew my honky mind.


The first time I listened to Wu Tang’s first (and undoubtedly best) album ‘Enter the Wu Tang (36 Chambers)’, for the first time a few months ago, I learnt all the words in about 3 days (just sayin’). I became obsessed with the way of the Wu, their Kung Fu symbolism, spirituality, and especially funny rhymes (my favourite is Method Man’s “I make a bitch squirm for my super sperm” ha!).They even make Chess seem like a profoundly spiritual experience! So when I heard the word on the street that they would be coming to Astraya together for the first time (minus Ghostface and Method) I figured it would be one of those “I-was-there” moments, so I dragged Bekay along too even though he seems to hate hip hop (he hasn’t come out and said this, I just get those bad vibes from him. I think he’s racist (Just kidding bud-dy!!!)).


An hour before the show, while I was still screwin’ around with fruit and veggies at work, earning that skrilla, cos, you know, cash rules everything around us (dollar dollar bill y’all), I received this text from Bekay. “Stretch limo, Wu Tang decals just passes me on Liverpool street. Muthafucka it’s on!”. Safe to say, I got goosebumps, got the hell out of work and into a cab.



Lil Jon goofin' around n gettin' low

We were pushed for time, rushing to the Enmore to catch the last few songs of The King of Crunk, Lil Jon,who was in support. The other friend we were with, Marty, is a hip hop head and pointed out that most of the hardcore Wu fans here would be disgusted with the blasphemous choice of such a sell-out support act. But Lil Jon is undeniably fun, and I wanted to get a taste of that sweet and sexy crunk juice and hear him scream his assorted catchphrases such as, “Oookaaaayyy”, “Yeeeeeaaaahhhh”, and of course “Whhhaaaat”. His most famous song, ‘Get Low’, which I think everybody knows from Need For Speed, and I heard at a lot of bad parties back at school (you know the one that goes “3,6,9, here to grind, give it to me, give it to me, one more time”…..or something) went off at the end of his set.


One long-arse-line-waiting-for-beers-and-a-piss-break, later, we got back to the dancefloor and the place was no doubt sold out. You could barely move, and we were pretty much at the back of the front dancefloor, which wasn’t too bad (we weren’t stuck in the second dancefloor like suckas). The air was heavy with Wu fever. When the lights disappeared and their DJ, Mathematics, asked everybody to start chanting “Wu-Tang!”, with the iconic ‘W’ hand signs thrown up, that was it, the moment of truth was at hand, the killa beez were about to swarm.



Wu Tang Killa Beez: RZA (left), GZA (middle), Random (right)

Like a phoenix rising, RZA burst from the shadows in a spray of champagne that ended up on the crowd, leading his troops, Raekwon, GZA, Inspectah Deck, and two other unidentified rappers (filling in for Masta Killah and U-God, who had cancelled) into battle. Their Wu-Tang swords ready, they immediately cut into ‘Protect Ya Neck’, with everybody bouncing. Before anyone knew what was going on, this sliced that into ‘Ain’t Nuttin’ Ta Fuck Wit’, and that’s when the Enmore truly pooed its pants, losing its shit (never to be found again). There was not one person around me without a smile on their face. Here we unfortunately lost Bekay as well as my burrito dinner, when we tried to squeeze our way towards the front where the real action was, while the Wu brought out the rest of the early bangers like ‘Da Mystery of Chessboxin’, Clan In Da Front’ and especially ‘Bring Da Ruckus’ which utterly destroyed the venue. Eventually the time came for that (in)famous piano loop and Raekwon to utter the words “Cash Rules Everything Around Me”. While we were all transported to ghetto heaven for 3 minutes, our friend Marty turned to me and said ‘Oh mate, forgeddaboutit! This is a moment!’



GZA "The Genius" swinging his liquid swords


Raekwon (left) - "Fee Fi Fo Fum!" , Inspectah Deck (right)

After ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’, ‘Reunited’, ‘Gravel Pit’ ,other assorted Wu bangers, and a girl with no pants on but only swimmers on stage, the next ‘holy-crap!’ moment of the show came when the lights went off again and RZA asked everybody to pull out their lighter or mobile phone, of course in honour of Ol’ Dirty Bastard, all of us chanting ‘RIP ODB’. The Enmore lit up with stars, it was magic. It crossed my mind that they were just running through the motions of the show, having done this vigil hundreds of times already to a hundred other cities, but I quickly forgot about that and blocked out the negative energy. I’d like to think the spirit of ODB was in the room, being a clown somewhere.


However with giddy highs, come disappointing lows, and I must admit, the last 15 minutes of the set sucked. Raekwon “The Chef” had great hunger pains all over his face during the entire show, and disappeared out the back pretty quickly after the ODB vigil, I suspect for a cheeseburger or 4, with GZA following behind, probably to read up on Camus and smoke a blunt (I was looking forward to GZA the most, but he didn’t show much interest which kinda sucked). This left RZA, Inspectah Deck, and the other two randoms to hold the fort. RZA was the only one with any real energy, zapping life into the rest of the show by chugging champagne, running around and hollering at skankies. I naively thought they were all going to play their solo stuff, but alas they did not, and the show fizzled out from here. They left the stage for the last time quite unexpectedly. Naturally we all demanded an encore, and if they had given in, for example ran out at the last minute and dropped ‘Ain’t Nuthin; Ta Fuck Wit’ again, I swear to god the entire room would have exploded and we all would have spontaneously combusted. But the lights came on and nothing happened. I wish we had rioted. The energy was there.


Though don’t think for a second think that the show wasn’t amazing. We all left the Enmore converted to the way of the Wu with sweaty-arse shirts and huge smiles. Bekay even sent me a text after we’d parted ways at the train station, “Wu tang clan!!! Haha it was an experience that surpassed expectations!”. Word.


RZA "Bobby Digital". Nuff said.


P.S. The RZA is probably one of the coolest guys ever, and is the first to make it into my list of Wanted Drinking Buddies He carried the show on his shoulders and had a good ole fun time while doing it. Out of all the Wu, he (and his cousin GZA) seem the most genuine. DID YOU KNOW!?: He’s also produced the score for Kill Bill, written two books; The Manual of the Wu, focusing on the philosophy and history of Wu-Tang, and recently The Tao of the Wu, which focuses on RZA’s own path to spiritual enlightenment, inspired by Hinduism, Buddhism, Christianity, Bruce Lee, and Islam. AND He’s even appeared in a Jim Jarmusch film, in a scene with GZA and Bill “ Motherfuckin’, Ghost-bustin’ ass” Murray (it's below)! RZA sees the dopeness.





P.P.S. Bigfella I know this is long, but I wrote something. I’m back in the game


The Swiss @ Really Real Records.



Talk about a funky bassline, with a racketeering drum set and keyboard synth artist to put some over the top pre-madonna to shame. We have The Swiss, a disco live set band with lazer sharp appendages for the cosmic kind. Signed to the Modular Agency, I came across the Radelaide three piece via a low-key online store that sold t-shirt paraphernalia for the collective (?) Really Real Records. Following their internet trail to their myspace, I remember reading them as the support act for Ladyhawkes national tour. Impressive. A talented bunch, musically and conceptually, they are actually part of the Empire of the Sun live act that recently took stage at the Parklife festival and will continue to at next year's Future festival. However I hope they have taken this break in EOS appearances and channelled the conceptually creative funnels of Luke Steele in hammering out their new EP "Bubble Bath". There are chasms of potential energy on hold here as I listen to their "spaced-out Cosmic-Disco epic" traits and therefore peg them as a future must see. More on them from the horses mouth here.


The Swiss - Movement I


Ladyhawke - Magic (The Swiss Remix)

2.11.09

T-shirts, cut-offs, and a pair of thongs.



Like a golden drop of summer hinting at the cascade that ensues itself this time of year, drops some bands that are playing what we're all searching to feel like. While the colour palettes go off the chart, distorted by sun bleached retinas, I'm glad this summer we can treat ourselves to some season uniting tunes that wont hurt those eyeballs behind polarized plastic. The aural sense is stimulated with American exports' The Drums and Surfer Blood leaching like the echos of their post-summer rays from their current fall-time foliage, blowing down south for a timely Oz bleaching.








Spawned from the doldrums of New York and Miami respectively, these bands are inseparable when posting about, purely because its the same East Coast 'post-punk-indie-pop' that thrived in the historically west coast Beach Boys. They share the same energy and 'synergy of the sun'. It's Surfer rock chic befitting the locale beach club coalesced with the friendliness of the weather, however its 'popopop' Americana in the fashion of east shore blues (and I mean Blues as some of the tracks delve deep, as opposed to west coast 'surfin' USA') and indie rock hues extrapolates a different party vibe. More for close knit friendly times. These are not stadia anthems, rather something you could dance, party and reflect too while it plays out of your summer speakers or ghetto-blasters with that of 30 of your best friends or as two people amongst the setting sun. So wash yourself out with these. Presenting the Summer Soundtrack to my life.
Now all I want to listen to is alittle Beach Boys...








Surfer Blood - Interview. "Because they're 'summertime-cool-american' dudes"


Bonus - For your summer love/fling:

Mayer Hawthorne - Green Eyed Love (Classixx Remix)

This is Tres Cool.

PUMP UP


AIR OUT


Collaborative sneakers out November 20th.