Showing posts with label just stupid words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label just stupid words. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 August 2009

Radio: the Chill Room Does R. Stevie Moore




http://chillroom.podOmatic.com/entry/2009-06-28T09_18_47-07_00

This Chill Room fella is really rather good, with a mic manner very becoming of the material here and a real ear for highlights of the repertoire, good news for us Moore children. This is a cracking podcast episode from a couplamonths back interspersed with what sounds like excloosivs.

Podcast summary from the page:
The Chill Room has been part of the L.A. underground radio scene for over ten years, beginning on the infamous KBLT-FM pirate station in 1997. The Chill Room is live collage, with your mind in mind.

Friday, 24 July 2009

Krautrocksampler by Julian Cope, .pdf scan (1995)


Quite simply if you've ever read anything about the unfortunately-named and disparate 'Krautrock' movement of German experimental music, you will know how important this tome is. In fact, there's no way I'd be typing this if Julian Cope hadn't written his book, and you probably wouldn't be all-too aware of Can, Faust, Guru Guru, or the rest either... Who can say?
But one thing's for certain - Cope's comprehensive guide to this late 60's/70's 'genre', first published in 1995 and still out-of-print (why, why, WHY?), revived interest in many of the pivotal groups to such an extent that sales were boosted and remasters issued - see the excellent Can albums on SACD (I don't know what they're for either, but they'z gold ).

As you probably know, despite mostly underwhelming sales, various Krautrock bands had an incalculable influence on young musicians the world over, on punk and beyond (Johnny Rotten insisted Tommy Vance play all 20-odd minutes of Can's Halleluwah when guesting on the fucking awful Capital FM), and nobody did more to bring this to the attention of a pre-Wikipedia public than Julian Cope. I didn't have my own computer until 2007, but it was constant mention of this book in music rag reviews and articles on the subject that kept my mouth watering at the prospect of ever actually reading the damned thing, laying eyes on the legendary 'Krautrocksampler Top 50'...
Essentially, it lives up to all the hype.
You are getting here, from the (sort of) printed word, what you can't get in bite-sized chunks from online encyclopedias: reams of detail in the accounts, the Druid's passion for the subject and what must have been many years worth of painstaking research. Not only that, but Julian Cope is beyond fantastic as a writer, and his enthusiasm comes across so fluently in his verbose rants and masterful anecdotes you will finish up convinced he is a genius.
Check out the sublime Head Heritage site to see of what I speak.

One glance at the listening figures on Last.fm will show you that Krautrock is not only common property in the 21st century - it's actually popular ! And how could that possibly be a bad thing?

Here in two parts in .pdf form (you'll need this to read it), it's a bit harsh on the eyes trying to read a book from the monitor so be kind to them; unfortunately it's the best you'll get without forking out or learning German:

***Get sauer***
The credit for this is obviously not mine, I came across it many moons ago in a thread on the best general music forum there is, musicbanter.com. It seems to have been floating around on torrents for a while.

It's just as well Jules' solo career since the Teardrops has been extremely patchy, because he's excelled in all non-musical endeavours. Here's a fascinating, and periodically chuckle-worthy, televised version of his other highly-acclaimed scholarly work, 'the Modern Antiquarian':


Tuesday, 21 July 2009

Nostalgics 01


Now and again 1979's 'Metal Box' resurfaces from the murky depths of a Mariana trench that is permanently etched into my psyche. It was always an obsession but I don't think this trench was dug until the day I played the album on a pair of hand-me-down standing speakers, a bargain from my flatmate, and first cautiously turned up the bass dial on the amplifier. It was the same dial that brought roots and dub to life via the Trojan Dub Box and Super Ape.


This is all the more significant since honourary rasta John Lydon met many of the artists on those records himself on his infamous trip to Jamaica, before returning to record the first two PiL albums. I have a recollection of an anecdote from the Lydon autobiography, essentially recounting how he and the great Don Letts went to an authentic soundsystem dance in a rough part of Kingston. Within a few tokes of powerful Jamaican skunk these Eastenders were unaccustomed to, they fell unconscious under a palm tree, carried on the sub-bass. They awoke to find the performers, the crowd and all the equipment gone! For some reason it's a powerful and soothing image, whenever I recall it it's as if I were there myself...

It's 'Metal Box' though that takes the dub template to new spaces and fuses it with experimental German rhythms, among other things. I will post it someday, hopefully when it is remastered, because in many ways it's my favourite record. 'Poptones' is about a kidnapping/murder, I am guessing.

Drive to the forest in a Japanese car
The smell of rubber on country tar

Hindsight does me no good

Standing naked in this back of the woods

The cassette played Poptones

Can't forget the impression you made

Left a hole in the back of my head

I don't like hiding in this foliage and peat

It's wet and I'm losing my body heat

The cassette played poptones.
Miss bleeding heart
Looking for bodies
Nearly injured my pride

Praise picnicking in the British countryside.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

Resurrection

Oh, sorry - I mean REBOOT. The 'rebooting' of the Substix franchise is still being shot by a fat-arse Hollywood sycophant, except now the lighting director has been dismissed and we are officially DARK and GROAN'D-UP.


The blog fell in to quiet disrepair because I was saying nothing to nobody. It was a dead duck.
So the new remit is just the music - with links to streaming movies and other dribs and drabs. All the files will be hosted on another server blablabla, but more importantly it's all 320kbps all the way (No FLAC, my connection is shit) and artwork where possible. There will be genre tags, there will be no-nonsense titles... Why, I can hardly contain myself!

Why should you download or watch what I post without question? Because I have maintained a near-jobless existence for at least three years, let 'friends' fall by the wayside and at times attained reclusive status; but in all this time I've been listening to shit, reading shit and watching shit. Most of it was good shit. Now I will share the best of it.