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Thursday, October 23. 2008


Blogariddims 50

A bunch of new and not so new mixes I've come across in the last few weeks.

Blogariddims is no more, which is shame but a good move on the whole I think - there's now a round 50 to check out. In some senses they are a mess, but a noble and infinitely interesting mess - typified by no.50 - Terminus: mixed by series progenitor Droid, and featuring a selection of the series' stalwarts, it has a garbled, twitchy feel to it; but as it moves from skronky avant-classical stuff through incidental music and dubstep it always feels vital and relevant.

The Dubstep Forum was three years old a few weeks back and temporarily disappeared showing only a thank you screen and a link to this mix - yet more evidence that the scene is starting to close itself off, raw and twitchy under the searchlights of rockist scum such as ourselves...The mix, put together by BunZer0, is well worth a listen (the tracklist is here. The forum is back too, but for how long?

Then there's Grievous Angel's latest mix (for FACT Magazine: there's a whole bunch of other stuff to download too) - much smoother than I'd been expecting (it blends a good deal of Jill Scott into its weave) but no less engaging.

And, this Future Mix from Mary Anne Hobbs.

Lastly - make of this what you will. A cover of 'Archangel' by Banjo or Freakout.

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dEUS – Koko, Camden. 15th Oct 2008

Wednesday, October 22. 2008


dEUS

With the Knives gig fresh in my mind I was excited to be returning to the Koko. It occurred to me later how splendid a venue it is. If you are fond of the glitter-ball, then you are in for a treat. If like me, you’re not partial to large balls ornamented with glitter, it’s still cool. And it was agreed that we would return again for a club night. It’s that kind of place. But I am back again for a good old-fashioned gig.

I last saw dEUS at (whisper it) a V festival around the turn of the century. They blew me away. Raw intensity from a band like I had seldom experienced, coupled with my memory of there being only a few of us in the crowd. The electric shock Tom Barman (guitarist & singer) gained that day cemented it. Rock ‘n’ Roll.


dEUS

They are far from a favourite band of mine, having always contented myself with what for me are their two classic songs, “Suds & Soda” & “Instant Street”. And these really are classics. The remainder of their canon fail to scale these heights. On the night I was not disappointed with their performance. And clearly the crowd was neither. Though it kind of fell to me to get the mosh-pit moving as & when required which was a little disappointing, but then I suppose someone has to. Anyway, another cool night was had at the Koko.
My thanks are to Lester for this one. Cheers!

Download: dEUS - Instant Street

Download: dEUS - Suds & Soda

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Sleepy City sleeps. For a time.

Tuesday, October 21. 2008


DLR. East London 2008

Sleepy City leaves London for Paris.


Paris 2008

Long live Sleepy City...

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Britain’s theatrical inclusiveness

Monday, October 20. 2008


Black History Month 2008

Although our eyes and ears have been bombarded with the news of a crisis in neo-liberal capital (K-punk is customarily lucid on this here), those who try to catch the trails which slip past such a monolithic media event would have noticed that the arrival of October also brought with it the launch of Black History Month 2008. BHM has now become, along with the Notting Hill Carnival, the MOBO’s and Diwali, a recognisable feature of Britain’s cultural landscape, or at least in the cosmopolitan areas. Even though the establishment of BHM signals the continued progress of a project invested in the increased visibility of race, I think it is important unsettle the frame which operates around it. We need to ask what BHM and other similar events indicate about the ways in which race has passed through Britain over the decade or so.

To produce this type of unsettling, I want to begin by taking a closer look at the manner in which BHM comes to unsettle me, the ways in which I find it unsettling, despite a wish to take part in its celebratory ‘history as democracy’ ethics. My vexations around BHM materialise through a peculiar attachment to and overinvestment in the term ‘Windrush’. As a common referent ‘Windrush’ has become an experience, it also names a generation, and I would argue that its use as a kind of default term points to a set of problems in the narrative which has been instituted around the Black presence in Britain. The first problem involves elements of basic historical inaccuracies. ‘Windrush’ feeds into a popular image of the Afro-Caribbean population’s arrival as a singular event, - a fresh off the boat story, when the reality of that movement was far more complex. Following the U.S governments heavy legislation on immigration during the 1940s, Britain, having been second preference became the primary destination for West Indians. But the arrival at the ‘Motherland’, rather than a cross-Atlantic stampede, was a gradual process dependent upon a close analysis of both the strength of the pound and the local employment market.


Windrush

Secondly ‘Windrush’ as a trope for race and historicism reflects a broader desire to situate a clean, coherent, and ultimately safe narrative around the Black presence in Britain. The history of major port cities such as Bristol and Liverpool point to the fact that the Atlantic slave trade allowed Black communities to form in Britain almost four hundred years ago and there is even evidence that points to the presence of Black Roman soldiers in Britain. The tendency to overinvest in the cleanliness of ‘Windrush’ reflects an avoidance of complexity when it comes to considering the question of race. Paul Gilroy, in his revised introduction to the 2002 edition of ‘There Ain’t No Black in the Union Jack’ describes this as the reduction of race to a “corporate mission statement”:

“Stripped of legitimacy and effectively depoliticised, anti-racism could be reduced to empty, ethereal statements. It became equality of opportunity, was trivialised in the poetry of management science, and then in the theatrical inclusiveness that was regularly staged to create the impression of more solid shifts.”

It is that very “theatrical inclusiveness” that bothers me about BHM. The idea that an a concept-metaphor such a “Windrush” once refined and made palatable, can be placed neatly into, say, a school curriculum - the story of race can be done, box ticked, next item on the agenda please. Perhaps what we need to do is ask how race in this country has moved on from those almost normative positions of Black-British or British-Asian. Perhaps we need to shift our focus and pay attention to striking underpaid Brazilian cleaners, Fauji’s in Southall, or the Muslim schoolboy from Exeter; groups of people who are very much present and serve to upset the minority communities which an event such as BHM tries to celebrate and coerce into an acceptable ideal of Britishness.

We Were Promised Jetpacks - signed

Wednesday, October 15. 2008

We Were Promised Jetpacks
We Were Promised Jetpacks (photo by thomas hermoso)

I noticed today that the very fine We Were Promised Jetpacks have been signed by the also very fine Fat Cat Records. There has been a buzz about the band for a good few months now and having seen them live it was obvious that someone was going to snap them up. I look forward to finally hearing them on record. Below are a couple of rough demo tracks that have been doing the rounds for a while, and a couple of videos of a recent session that did for bandstandbusking.

Download: We Were Promised Jetpacks - Moving Clocks Run Slow

Listen: We Were Promised Jetpacks - Moving Clocks Run Slow


Download: We Were Promised Jetpacks - Quiet Little Voices

Listen: We Were Promised Jetpacks - Quiet Little Voices







The banks of certain rivers

Thursday, October 9. 2008



As it's apparently World Poetry Day, here's 3 utterly unlinked poems for you.

Ted Hughes - The Full Moon and Little Frieda

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.


Simon Armitage - It ain't what you do it's what it does to you

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi's and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.

I have not padded through theTaj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I
skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stones' inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.

I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light aircraft;
but I have held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.

And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.


Adrian Mitchell - Beatrix is Three

At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.

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Joey Burns - Not Even Stevie Nicks

Tuesday, October 7. 2008

So What

Friday, October 3. 2008


Coltrane, Adderley, Miles, Evans

An Mp3 from the splendid Speechification of a documentary on Radio 4's Soul Music covering the basic history of the recording of So What, the lead track on Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. Some of the commentary grates a little as it tends to slip into the mawkish at times but there are some great insights. I especially like the idea that this was Miles trying to recreate a childhood memory of the sound of a lone gospel singer he stumbled across in a battered church in the woods outside St Louis. Kind of Blue has an odd status - at times it seems so ubiquitous as to be almost invisible. No matter this is well worth a listen.

There's also a great show over at NPR about the making of Kind of Blue. The download of it is on the left hand side.



This video recording is dated to April 2nd 1959 and features Wynton Kelley on piano in place of Bill Evans and Jimmy Cobb on drums; Julian Adderley was sick and wasn't at the session. There's something in the way the others stand around so relaxed as Coltrane goes off on one of his runs, a sense somewhere between too cool and reverence. There's a weight already about Coltrane, perhaps the gravity of all that was to come. But his future size is there as well, in those immense shoulders and ghosted into the bulbs of his eyes.

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The John Baker Tapes Vols 1 + 2

Thursday, October 2. 2008



Artist: John Baker
Album: The John Baker Tapes Vol.1
Label: Trunk

This has been a beserk listening experience - I know these sounds intimately already, they ping about in some closed off corner of my unconscious, in all our unconsciousness I suspect. These unearthly scrapings and enhanced blocks of musique concrete are the production of John Baker who was part of the pioneering Radiophonic Workshop, set up by the BBC in the 1950s to create music, jingles and incidental sound for its burgeoning media network. The inevitable thing to mention here is Delia Derbyshire's astonishing Doctor Who soundtrack, which came out of the workshop in 1963, but that was but one piece among many thousands (there are reportedly 4,000 hours of archived tape at Maida Vale) and the workshop was precisely that - a foundry of produced sound, with pieces created to meet demand as and when it came. So in some sense this is experimentation bridled by convention - an unsual working arrangment which probably accounts for the hit and miss nature of some of the pieces. But that isn't to detract from the sheer sonic invention on display here, and the almost uncanny way obvious everyday sounds are distorted and refracted to fit a purpose. It's no wonder that this at times expressionless 'music' has been such an influence on our received sonic palette. Just check the Dial M For Murder track below. I think Richard D James may have been listening...



Artist: John Baker
Album: The John Baker Tapes Vol.2
Label: Trunk

There are two discs to this set and it can become slightly cloying after a while, but as an artefact it does expand beyond the boundaries of mere nostalgia - not always, certainly - the second disc particularly has some teeth-curling light jazz moments, but there are sequence when this tips into something more than just time-capsule whimsy, indeed when it feels as if this is created from some anterior present, some other place removed from the usual grasping of our critical faculties. We should be thankful to the mighty Trunk for putting it together.

Download: John Baker - Dial M For Murder

I will say that there are many infinitely better qualified people than me to expound on this stuff and a good deal of excellent pieces around. Below are a few well worth reading.

Woebot on the Radiophonic Workshop
A piece on the same by Robin Carmody
And Simon Reynold's recent piece from The Guardian

Two excellent reviews of this release.

And finally the press release from Trunk which includes a poignant biography of John Baker by his brother Richard Anthony Baker. If any music ever resisted biography it must be this, yet strangely this piece adds an unusual, unsettling texture to the work.

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Daydreaming

Wednesday, October 1. 2008

In my cabin I learnt the sheer luxury of day dreaming. It has been my making and my undoing too. How many days, weeks, months have I lost to it? But perhaps it isn't lost time at all, but the most valuable thing I could have done.

Roger Deakin, Notebooks

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