Sure you'd only be paying twice as much for your dried Polish meatballs and mystery mollusc sticks in Tesco lads!
Speaking of marveling at piles of random useless shit, what about the new Big Brother contestants? Yikes. As ever, its full of depressing, attention seeking amoebas. I guess one or two could well be likable given time, but its such a soiled show. The innocence of the first few seasons is now buried in a fecal pile of media-savvy, self-aware, frond-haired twits who mentally filter every single thing they do through a dozen imagined heat magazine bylines. The calculated cynicism of these creatures is breath-taking; the babbling empty crud they talk, worrying. They are the shit that falls steaming out of of the elephantine arse-ring of our celebrity age. All Big Brother is doing in its current form is reinforcing the idiotic idea held by many British and Irish children that to gain recognition in life you need not develop a real talent or anything like that. God fuckin' forbid. Nowadays why bother? Because you can get famous by being a preening freak who wears their stupidity and narcissism as badges. Big Brother in its current form is vicious excrement altogether. Its never-ending overlapping cacophony of "ME ME ME ME MEEE" is the sound of the encroaching apocalypse.
In Kells, the music I can play loud is limited by a lack of CDs. But my brother recently turned me onto a German minimal techno artist called Paul Kalkbrenner, who records on the Berlin BPitch Control label. The album he gave me is called 'Self'. It is wonderful and mixes muscular techno workouts with the odd downbeat accordion interlude. Indeed, the overriding feeling I get from the whole collection (banging tracks included) is one of melancholy. Its possibly the sad bolt of inevitability that hardened clubbers feel as the grey wash of dawn leaks into another pill powered night. I wanted to post a really sad sounding track called 'Since 77' but couldn't get the MP3 onto my laptop. As good, but more banging in the traditional techno sense, is 'Gebrunn Gebrunn' which I'm sure I heard in the depths of Ricardo Villalobos' incendiary set in the Tivoli a while back. TURN THIS ONE UP LOUD. But not too loud. It can remove loosely attached things from walls.
MP3: Paul Kalkbrenner-Gebrunn Gebrunn
Finally on the Analogue Site you can read my recent reviews of Jens Lekman in the Village and Times New Viking in ALT.
6/6/08
a couple of tasty techno nuggets
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I'm spending most of my time inside the family home in Kells these days. This means eating loads of the odd shit with which my recently Lidl-addicted parents stock the fridge. Such as chocolate wafer treats half-dunked in a funny brown shell that the EU forces the manufacturers to call 'chocolate flavoured coating' but looks and tastes more like dried brown acrylic paint. When my parents return from Lidl grinning like toddlers I know that sub-standard German discount food is not the only thing they purchased. They're suckers for all the other random crap that goes on sale there. Such as...a 6 inch satellite dish that now hangs off our washing line and seems only to pick up German Porn channels and Muslim Clerics hollering in Arabic, a drill, a step-ladder, and a first aid kit. If I were MacGyver I'm sure I could use all of the above to construct some sort of Islamo-germanic porno bomb from outer space. But I'm not, so I just marvel slack-jawed at the growing pile of useless random shit that continues to land in our family home every Friday.
Sure you'd only be paying twice as much for your dried Polish meatballs and mystery mollusc sticks in Tesco lads!
Speaking of marveling at piles of random useless shit, what about the new Big Brother contestants? Yikes. As ever, its full of depressing, attention seeking amoebas. I guess one or two could well be likable given time, but its such a soiled show. The innocence of the first few seasons is now buried in a fecal pile of media-savvy, self-aware, frond-haired twits who mentally filter every single thing they do through a dozen imagined heat magazine bylines. The calculated cynicism of these creatures is breath-taking; the babbling empty crud they talk, worrying. They are the shit that falls steaming out of of the elephantine arse-ring of our celebrity age. All Big Brother is doing in its current form is reinforcing the idiotic idea held by many British and Irish children that to gain recognition in life you need not develop a real talent or anything like that. God fuckin' forbid. Nowadays why bother? Because you can get famous by being a preening freak who wears their stupidity and narcissism as badges. Big Brother in its current form is vicious excrement altogether. Its never-ending overlapping cacophony of "ME ME ME ME MEEE" is the sound of the encroaching apocalypse.
In Kells, the music I can play loud is limited by a lack of CDs. But my brother recently turned me onto a German minimal techno artist called Paul Kalkbrenner, who records on the Berlin BPitch Control label. The album he gave me is called 'Self'. It is wonderful and mixes muscular techno workouts with the odd downbeat accordion interlude. Indeed, the overriding feeling I get from the whole collection (banging tracks included) is one of melancholy. Its possibly the sad bolt of inevitability that hardened clubbers feel as the grey wash of dawn leaks into another pill powered night. I wanted to post a really sad sounding track called 'Since 77' but couldn't get the MP3 onto my laptop. As good, but more banging in the traditional techno sense, is 'Gebrunn Gebrunn' which I'm sure I heard in the depths of Ricardo Villalobos' incendiary set in the Tivoli a while back. TURN THIS ONE UP LOUD. But not too loud. It can remove loosely attached things from walls.
MP3: Paul Kalkbrenner-Gebrunn Gebrunn
Finally on the Analogue Site you can read my recent reviews of Jens Lekman in the Village and Times New Viking in ALT.
Sure you'd only be paying twice as much for your dried Polish meatballs and mystery mollusc sticks in Tesco lads!
Speaking of marveling at piles of random useless shit, what about the new Big Brother contestants? Yikes. As ever, its full of depressing, attention seeking amoebas. I guess one or two could well be likable given time, but its such a soiled show. The innocence of the first few seasons is now buried in a fecal pile of media-savvy, self-aware, frond-haired twits who mentally filter every single thing they do through a dozen imagined heat magazine bylines. The calculated cynicism of these creatures is breath-taking; the babbling empty crud they talk, worrying. They are the shit that falls steaming out of of the elephantine arse-ring of our celebrity age. All Big Brother is doing in its current form is reinforcing the idiotic idea held by many British and Irish children that to gain recognition in life you need not develop a real talent or anything like that. God fuckin' forbid. Nowadays why bother? Because you can get famous by being a preening freak who wears their stupidity and narcissism as badges. Big Brother in its current form is vicious excrement altogether. Its never-ending overlapping cacophony of "ME ME ME ME MEEE" is the sound of the encroaching apocalypse.
In Kells, the music I can play loud is limited by a lack of CDs. But my brother recently turned me onto a German minimal techno artist called Paul Kalkbrenner, who records on the Berlin BPitch Control label. The album he gave me is called 'Self'. It is wonderful and mixes muscular techno workouts with the odd downbeat accordion interlude. Indeed, the overriding feeling I get from the whole collection (banging tracks included) is one of melancholy. Its possibly the sad bolt of inevitability that hardened clubbers feel as the grey wash of dawn leaks into another pill powered night. I wanted to post a really sad sounding track called 'Since 77' but couldn't get the MP3 onto my laptop. As good, but more banging in the traditional techno sense, is 'Gebrunn Gebrunn' which I'm sure I heard in the depths of Ricardo Villalobos' incendiary set in the Tivoli a while back. TURN THIS ONE UP LOUD. But not too loud. It can remove loosely attached things from walls.
MP3: Paul Kalkbrenner-Gebrunn Gebrunn
Finally on the Analogue Site you can read my recent reviews of Jens Lekman in the Village and Times New Viking in ALT.
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5 comments:
yep, it's a goodie, the track, i mean.
as far as bb is concerned, why watch stupid boring shit. better shop at Lidl's.
i also got the album of ciaran recently, its a beast! reminds of Johannes Heil's Future Primitive album a little, but with bigger tunes to knock you on your arse, like Press On, its a killer!
I think Channel 4 should commission a live streaming from Kells instead of Big Brother. Hosted by Trever Nevin.
Yay! you're back with your eloquently punchy lines!
The perfect song is a challenge, but its a goodie!
Aero!
'beast' is your favourite word !
Have a great weekend all!
L
So loud in fact that my recently acquired minature satellite dish fell from its loose afixation on my cabin wall. Damn, no tv now but at least there's always the music.
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