Thursday, October 25, 2007

Monday, October 22, 2007

From Russia with Death

God doesn't exist.
Godfathers do.

If your a Sydney kid no doubt you've done your share of creeping around the cross.
The bright lights and disco jok(e)eys keep attention focused on the task at hand. But underlying the facade of nightlife flows a living river of toxic crime.
Yes, of course i'm serious.

I returned to a club the other Sunday morning to pick up my crate of records that were stashed in the office. As I walked down into the dark hazy room and across the sticky tiled floor, I could have sworn Juanita Neilsen's soul was stretched out under my feet - silently screaming from beneath the polished vinyl like a tortured T-1000. A broken strobe lay on the ground in the corner flickering randomly like a silent visual metaphor of the night prior. As I leant down to grab my shit, the dead scary silence of the place was interrupted sharply by loud voices and weighted footsteps coming down behind me. The dude in the office sternly looked up and signaled to me to go out the back door. I turned around to walk out and saw a group of four of the dodgiest guys walk in. No joke, all tall, with black trenchcoats, Romper Stomper haircuts and small mirrored sunnies talking in some gnarly Eastern european dialect. No need to say, i got the fuck out of there as soon as they looked at me. Opening the backdoors, the sunlight cut into my face and i walked out into 'reality'.

Logging numerous hours on grimey dancefloors, feeling at home wrapped in a marlboro-scented velvet curtain, watching Mad Max from dank faux fur couches and consequently knowing varied nightpatrons is about as far as most groveling scenesters get. But if you care to flake off the veneer you may find there are more ubliets than you'd care to stumble across in this concrete labyrinth.

New Order - Kiss of Death (Z)

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Let It All Hang Out!

The Human League are just so ill. Philip's hair in the above video is so clean and conditioned.

Suss the above song plus the simple, epic track "Second's" off their critically acclaimed 1981 album, Dare. Produced 100% electronically, it's actually one of the best albums i've ever heard. Not many, if any, pop albums can match Dare's longevity.

The Human League - Seconds

The Human League - Rock 'n' Roll/Nightclubbing (Gary Glitter and Iggy Pop/David Bowie) (Z)

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

That's a pointy

Pointer Sisters - Pinball Number Count (Z)

Pointer Sisters - Baby Come and Get It (Z)

Shit quality song

The breakdown in the following song represents Gamble and Huff's weirdest hour - this is one seriously fucked up vinyl rip, apologies. I've got a feeling that they used Hancock's gear for this track (as they did on other tracks from the Album).. you can hear the moog/echoplex combo unmistakably (or maybe not in this ultra shit qual version).

Pointer Sisters - Love in Them There Hills

Sample time (more than one degree of separation):

Jurassic Five - I am Somebody

Monday, October 1, 2007

the height of contrasts

Gregg and I were driving when this song came on. I almost crashed.
If this doesn't make you laugh then you're fucked up.

High Contrast - In da Gadda da Vida (Z)

Here's the original for added fake music knowledge humour.. like for instance when you are mentioning this blog to someone over a crisp Sauv Blanc you can say:
" ah ha ah hha ha, yes, oh god, yes did you listen to that High Contrast cover [key word to denote music wankery] of In da Gadda da Vida [try say it like you're talking about an old acquaintance] on Staiii? Absolutely hilarious."
Fellow conversationalist response:
" Oh, oh yes of course [they panic, and try to communicate calm body language {they might signal the waiter for top up of their champagne} because they have no idea what you are talking about and feel inadequate in their musical knowledge]."

Iron Butterfly - In da Gadda da Vida (Z)

P>S> bonusss