Two shiny new nuggets of Irish electronica

Tweet To continue the recent nepotistic slant in my blogging, here's more shit about people I know, a friend of mine from Kells and a dude who shares 100% of my DNA but about 14% of my kind and generous nature. I promise my next blog will be about the origins of Brazilian psychedelic music or something equally unrelated to me, my family, or my mates. Colours Move is the mysterious Kells dude who produced that pummeling remix of Ham Sandwich's 'sad songs' I put up a few weeks ago. By all accounts this weather has seen him very busy in the poorly-lit neon confines of his techno lair. He's in there, coaxing floods of new music out of Roland synths under the watchful eyes of stuffed seagulls and nude mannequins with photographs of his own face glued to their heads. His friend, my twin brother Storkboy is inappropriately messing around with synths and sounds too and one of his older tracks, a twinkly thing called Rockfield symphony features on Nialler9's February podcast. Both of these fledgling techno-nerds will now be playing support to Casiotone for the Painfully Alone on the 9th of March in Whelans. They assure me that they'll be doing more than pressing play on a laptop. Below are two new tracks from the lads. MP3: Storkboy Choons-By the Waters Storkboy's 'by the waters' continues his established pretentious tradition of yoking the cart of lines cribbed from great Irish literature to the horse of modern techno in a pathetically transparent attempt at profundity. I'm kidding, he really means it. I think the strange poetry lyric from Yeats marries far more successfully with the fluctuating crackles of synthesizer in this track, than some of the lines he swiped from that other influential Irish techno pioneer, James Joyce, worked out in the context of his earlier tracks. MP3: Colours Move-Winters In 'Winters,' Colours Move moves away from the stuttering M83 style electro of his Sad Songs mix, into expansive techno that for me feels a bit more acid (acidy?, acidic?) and reminiscent of Luke Vibert, especially during the wet and squelchy sounding bits at the end. Sure I'll toss in some Luke Vibert for good measure. MP3: Luke Vibert-Chicago, Detroit, Red Ruth I wish the lads the best of luck in Whelans. I'd be as nervous as fuck if I had to do anything like that. Tune in tomorrow where I'll either be plugging my Dad's Kells-based Irish country band's new album "Big Tommy and the Carnaross Cowboys present- Paint your Hiace", or discussing the merits of Tropicalia music.