Update on the painting (stink photo again, goddammit). It's called Never had a name. (I know this because I found this scrawled on the back of it in pencil.) I started it in 2002. It'll be good to get it finished and out of the way.


This is a track from an album by a band called Tinariwen. They're Touareg minstrels from the desert in North Africa. I'm in the middle of reviewing their most recent album Aman Iman (Water is Life) for Foxy Digitalis.

Tinariwen - Tourmast (3.04 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Labels: art, music

Oh, creepy. People with no faces.



From dlisted (thanks to Kathy). Possibly something to do with Anonymous (I'm apathetic); possibly something to do with hating on Scientologists (now you're talking).

Billy Idol - Eyes Without A Face (3.38 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

You know, I REALLY don't remember that middle eight -- crafty Mr. Broad, huh. Or perhaps I just remember the single/radio edit too well. It's pretty awful either way and I'm glad when it finishes and gets back to the main song bit.

Who cares. Great tune. God bless Billy Idol -- at least he managed to do one thing right, once.

Labels: music

Tonight there was quite definitely the sound of a cicada coming from the bush under the sign by the carpark outside the Newtown Sportsbar and liquor store.

I shit you not.

One solitary cicada, months out of season, rubbing his little noisemakers and exhibiting a longevity that would do a centennarian proud.

I really wanted to stop and say something to the plucky little blighter. "Look, what are you DOING? It's the middle of winter. GET BACK TO BED!"

Instead I played him some Glen Brown out of my headphones.

Glen Brown and King Tubby - Father For The Living Dubwise (1.86 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Didn't shut him up, though.

Labels: mai new house, music

The other day I was listening to the Pressure Sounds website -- you can do that -- listen to the Pressure Sounds site, I mean -- when you go there it starts streaming a hand-picked selection of choice reggae and dub cuts right to your desktop -- and normally I hate that sort of thing, but the tracks coming off of the Pressure Sounds site are so damn good that you have to smile and love it -- and so anyway I was browsing around and the sun was streaming through the window and warming my back and and I'd actually finished surfing their site and I was lying on my bed in the sun like a torpid cat and the tunes were washing over me and then I heard something that quite literally made my jaw drop.

Keith Hudson -- aka the "Dark Prince of Reggae" -- has long, long, long time been one of my favourite reggae/dub music producers, and I've got -- or at least heard -- most of his recorded output.

However.

I ain't never heard this one:

Keith Hudson and the Soul Syndicate - Ire Ire (4.68 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

The track is from his album Nuh Skin Up Dub, from 1982. A huge, spacious production along with sparse snippets of Keith's brooding, darkside vocals and some fresh instrumental approaches give this music a unique aura. Like I said, my jaw dropped. This is an essential disc for lovers of the deep.

And good news: Pressure Sounds have reissued the album on vinyl and CD. They're selling it for an almost-ludicrously low price, too.

Labels: heroes, music

The night after the fog, everything was back to normal. Five second exposures at f2.8, looking west:


... and north:


The green light looks great on these long burns.. of course it's not green to the naked eye, but you can only really successfully "white balance" for one kind of white light at a time, right? Unless you wanna go "automatic", which I didn't.

Iggy Pop - How Do Ya Fix A Broken Part (1.96 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Another track off New Values, which I seem to keep on coming back to.

Labels: mai new house, music

At the bus station, they have powerful spotlights set into the ground and which point upwards, illuminating things with their powerful powerfulness. When it's late at night and you're waiting for a bus and you're very bored, you can play about with them; for example, you can block them partially with your feet and pull faces:


You can also photograph yourself doing this, to the loud amusement of the attendant deros.


Thom Yorke out of Radiohead put out an album a couple of years ago. It's called Eraser. I really really like it, although -- notoriously (want a better link? Try Google) -- not all Radiohead fans feel as I do. Atoms For Peace is one of my favourite tracks from the album.

Thom Yorke - Atoms For Peace (3.58 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Labels: music, photos

I'm getting kinda tired of the whole killer-guy-from-Twin Peaks-look schtick. It's been a number of months since my project reached fruition and I've done nothing about it and I'm now thinking of something new. In fact, after a comment from a friend a few weeks ago likening me to Allen Ginsberg (R.I.P.) and then seeing the brilliant fantasy scene featuring Ginsberg and Bob Dylan in I'm Not There, I think I will look in that direction.



Of course that's David Cross playing Ginsberg in the film, not the man himself. I probably can't manage that degree of hirsuteness; I may have to go for a more senior Ginsberg a la his 1985 self-portrait (right, via the Village Voice).

I feel I will also have to lose a bit of weight to get there.


It's Saturday today. Last night at a Mexican restaurant I realised that there is still a lot of very nice tequila about that I haven't yet had the pleasure of drinking. I immediately resolved to rectify this situation. Hopefully this pursuit does not turn out to be mutually exclusive with the Ginsberg project. More soon...


New album out recently from Wiley. It's called Grime Wave.

Wiley - Local Lad (1.84 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

The sound is STRONG, yo.

Labels: art, heroes, music, tequila, youtube

I quite like the idea of karaoke, but the reality never quiet matches up to the glory of the fantasy. One of the main problems I have is finding something that I actually would like to sing.

If it were up to me, I would have a karaoke room painted in the blackest black, with a rock-band lighting rig, and blacklights, and minimalist black vinyl and chrome accoutrements, and a karaoke machine stuffed full of my best and favourite music. Like Iggy's The Endless Sea, which I have been walking around singing at the top of my lungs for days now.

Iggy Pop - The Endless Sea (3.29 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

The Endless Sea is off New Values, which I wrote about the other day. What a song. Sometimes I even sing the backing vocals as well as Iggy's main part. And what is up with that keyboard part? Not the tweetily-synths (which are super-awesome in their own right), but the comping: it sounds like a Fender Rhodes run through a laptop running some sort of glitchtronica granulation software -- none of which AFAIK was available in 1979 (aside from the Rhodes). And who would ever have thought that baritone saxes doing an "oompah" part in the bridge would be so powerful.

I'll let you know if I ever get my karaoke room built, 'k?


I keep finding graffiti around Newtown that I myself must -- but without any recollection of doing so -- have executed.


That is the only feasible explanation, right? No two people can actually come up with the same ideas at the same time completely independently, can they?
Can they really?
Hmm....


Nope, didn't think so ;)

Labels: mai new house, music, photos

I spotted another pair of Love Field Deviations; these ones are notable because they appear to have been infected by an alien virus:


This raises the issue of whether or not the infected vexed local Love Field Deviations should've been administered with inoculations and vaccinations against said virus -- or an alien so viral... living spaceapes creatures covered smothered in writhing tentacles stimulate your audio nerve directly... no-one conflicts with me... hallucinating senses individually insiduously or in any combination rhythmically shifting gears focusing intensity... no-one conflicts with me... mind starts slipping from familiar tracks bending warping interfering with the facts sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying... we are hostile aliens immune from dying...

Kode9 - Victims (feat. The Spaceape) (2.63 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Victims is another track from Kode9 and the Spaceape's amazing Memories of the Future album.

Labels: aliens are in our midst, mai new house, music, photos

I've never made a secret of my abundant, absolute and all-consuming love for Iggy Pop. If you're gonna call The Idiot number one and then Lust For Life number two, then 1979's New Values is the third part of a divine trilogy of albums, which -- appropriately -- rivals Bowie's Berlin trilogy in seminality; it's not until the fifth track Don't Look Down, however, that anything* verging on the timeless greatness** of those first two records is approached.

Iggy Pop - Don't Look Down (3.3 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

[*] That's not to in any way diminish the excellence of Tell Me A Story, Girls, I'm Bored and the title track; it's just that they're in a different league.

[**] Is it weird that there's no word which means "the good quality of the song-writing" in the same way that 'lyricism' somehow means "the good quality of the words of the song"? Or is this just Vocabulary FAIL.

Labels: heroes, music, two-sentences-one-tune

This is a red Toyota Celica *snigger*:


In case you can't read the slogan on the licence plate, it says


Now, I've not seen anyone driving the pictured automobile, but rest assured that if I do catch a bitch in or in the vicinity of the red Toyota Celica, I will try to determine the voracity of their alleged sexiness. In the interests of science. And art.

Smog - I Was A Stranger (from Red Apple Falls) (3.89 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Reportback is pending.

Labels: mai new house, music, photos

If you read some of the comments on YouTube regarding the version of My Little Red Book posted yesterday, there's some conflicting opinions as to who did the best version:

A Burt Bacharach song recorded by Manfred Mann and later murdered by Love.

I'm a Love fanatic, but I do think this version (and the film version) captures the essence of Bacharach much better.

this is the definitve [sic] version. reminds me of my childhood growing up in swinging london.

etc.

Say what?



That was horrible.

GrigoriSom (1 month ago):

Manfred Mann never did the definitive version of anything... including The Mighty Quinn.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Labels: music, youtube

I'm pretty disappointed that super-awesome guitarist Bo Diddley has died. This video is a fantastic tribute, though:



German freak-psych-rockers Guru Guru named a song after him on their second album, 1971's Hinten:

Guru Guru - Bo Diddley (6.85 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Labels: heroes, music, youtube

Boy oh boy, I surely love this song:



That's Love performing Burt Bacharach and Hal David's My Little Red Book.

Over at MOG you can listen to Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach performing the song in a style more in keeping with the original intention, you might say -- as in, it's not all Nuggets '66 West Coast garage punk rock.

Labels: music, youtube

I'm becoming more and more convinced that I am in control of the weather.

I know that sounds mental, like I am having a psychotic episode or something, but the evidence is beginning to stack up. Have a look at the following timeline:

It was a lovely sunny Saturday (A) so I washed two loads of washing and hung them out. That evening a rainstorm arrived. The rainstorm persisted for a week (B), while I doggedly resisted the offers of a friend to dry my washing at her house -- preferring to run out of socks and underwear.

On a stormy Saturday morning (C) I relented, and carted my washing to her house and dried it. The weather cleared up that afternoon and a period of golden weather ensued (D), ending only on the Thursday (E) that I reckoned was a great day to wash my bedding. I hung the sheets and duvet cover out and a couple of hours later it began to piss down.

This time I was determined I was going to see it out, and get my bedding dry the natural way. It continued to piss down. After almost a week (F) I took everything to my long-suffering friend's house (G) and dried it in her machine.

Thence followed a delightful few days (H) of Indian-summer style weather. Yesterday (I), I reckoned that I should run another quick load through the machine and get it dry. It seemed only moments after I hung everything out that the downpour started.

And on and on it goes.

It's clear that in order to stop the weather turning bad, I must not wash my clothes, and/or hang them out on the line out the back of the house. It's not so clear what is required to turn the current bad weather (X marks today) to the good again. Must I always prevail upon the kindnesses of others? Purchase a dryer? Dry the clothes some other way -- hot-water cupboard, heater, clothes-rack? I'm sorry about this. Until I figure it out, you're going to keep being cold and getting your feet wet. I can only hope the effect is localised.

In the meantime, here's a couple of songs:

Bryan Ferry - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall (3.66 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

This high-camp cover of Bob Dylan's Hard Rain... got to #10 in the UK singles charts in 1973 or so. British people are sometimes quite weird like that (cf Benny Hill, the Laughing Policemen, early David Bowie etc).

The Cure - Open (4.71 MB mp3: Save As or play)

Open umm.. opens The Cure's 1992 album Wish, which is much more maligned that it deserves to be. Sure it contains a couple of 'novelty' tracks such as Friday I'm In Love, but for the most part it stands alongside bands like Spiritualised and My Bloody Valentine and Bailter Space and so on as far as downer disassociative isolationist oppressive head-fuck multitracked melanges of guitars and noise goes.

I wanted to tag this post misanthropy, but I decided it wasn't really that hateful. I wonder if I should start (another) new tag: cautiously hopeful?

Labels: miscellany, music

I just saw a mouse in my room. It looked a bit like this:

Actually to be more accurate, it was just leaving my room. And crawling under the door, not fiddling with a steering wheel boat-thing.

The funny thing is I had just put on a Magma album (1978's Attahk, since you asked) so I can only assume the mouse is not a fan of mental 70s French prog-opera. Did I drive it from my room? If so, to my mind that quite clearly makes it: mouse 0, Magma 1.

Magma - The Last Seven Minutes: 1970-77, Phase 1 [1970-71, Phase I] (5.16 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

I suppose it is beholden to me to try to exterminate this mouse. I am not particularly anti-mouse -- though I gotta wonder what the fucken cat has been doing -- but I am hoping that if I can kill the mouse, I will spontaneously cause the entire Disney empire past, present and future to vanish leaving no trace. Except for Vanessa Hudgens, she's a real keeper.

I will keep you posted.

Labels: mai new house, music

More goodness from Awesome Tapes From Africa: the other day I ran across this. Straight outta Ghana, Black Monkz are celebrated for being West Africa's best and truest English-language hip-hop crew, and they may also possibly be the most ardent followers of the Wu Tang Clan in the entire continent.


These guys are seriously awesome. Supposedly, the Black Monkz have so much respect and admiration for Wu Tang they held a Ghanaian-style funeral for Ol' Dirty Bastard when he passed away. And in their recordings I can hear distinct echoes of the MC-styles of -- at the very least -- Method Man, Ghostface Killah, and GZA The Genius. Check Monk Funk Classic:

Black Monkz - Classic Instrumentals (2.64 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

I'd quite like to be able to soup up the audio on these tracks sometime; keep an eye out and I'll post if I upload any re-mastered mp3s.

Black Monkz are also well into some Deep Black [Ghanian] Consciousness, as demonstrated in this track and video:

Labels: favourite new blog, music

This -- a dread screwed dubstep version of Prince's classic single Sign '☮' The Times -- may very-well be the greatest cover-version ever:

Kode9 feat. The Spaceape - Sine of the Dub (3.63 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

In 2006, after a series of highly-regarded 12" singles, Kode9 and The Spaceape released Memories of the Future -- which is possibly my album of the decade.

Certainly, if you like (the hugely-hyped) Burial and you haven't heard this, you owe it to yourself to check it out. I don't particularly like Burial, and personally I think that Kode9 in general -- and Memories of the Future in particular -- are more deserving of all the acclaim instead.

More dubstep tuneage at Undomondo...

Labels: Friday farce, music

I've always loved how one of the Chinese takeaways in Riddiford street is called China Grill:


So much so that I thought we should have a little song:

Iggy Pop - China Girl (4.69 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

There's gotta be a name for this kind of thing -- like a greengrocer's apostrophe. It's analagous with the tradition (?) of suburban hairdressing salons bestowing such names as "Snipz" or "Cutz" or "Streaks Ahead" or "Hair Today Gone Tomorrow" or whatever upon themselves. Anyone reading this a linguist? An etymologist? A linguistic etymologist?

Labels: mai new house, music

A song for Wednesday:

Pere Ubu - I Will Wait (2.47 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

... from Dub Housing (wikipedia).

edit
jeez, last night's effort was pretty lame huh. So, let's try again.

If you're interested in rock music; if you're interested in the fringes of rock music, where the madman hold court and the wild things are, then you really need look no further than Pere Ubu. Their late-70s "art-punk" albums capture the angst and chaos of their times -- and ours -- with both apocalyptic fervor and surprising humanity.

Some words about Pere Ubu: insular, fractured, volatile, bleak, whimsical, eerie, tense, anxious, paranoid, confrontational, harsh, gloomy, cerebral, detached, quirky, absurdist warble, rapturous, demented, self-destructing melodies, scattershot rhythms, industrial-strength dissonance, manic intensity, dark impenetrability

Labels: music, two-sentences-one-tune

Breakfast in cemetery, boy tastin wild cherry.. touch girl, apple blossom, just a boy playin possum.

Beat Happening - Indian Summer (5.66 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Luna - Indian Summer (Beat Happening cover) (5.29 MB mp3)

Sonic Boom (Pete Kember) - Indian Summer (Beat Happening cover) (5.05 MB mp3)

We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
We'll come back for Indian Summer
And go our separate ways.....................

Labels: cat photos, music

When on a whim I picked up this 1969 single by The Arbors -- a little-known American pop-group from the 60s (wikipedia) -- singing The Letter, much more famously recorded by The Box Tops in 1967 -- who know knew what a colossally lysergic head-buzz-off stone classic it would turn out to be?

The Arbors - The Letter (5.26 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

OMFG... OMFG... OMFG... did you hear that?

Labels: music, two-sentences-one-tune

The Stumps live at Happy, 2007:



From The Noise Machine.....

Labels: music, stumps, youtube

Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man is a mediocre documentary about Leonard Cohen which I watched the other night. In amongst the dullness, though, was this:

Antony - If It Be Your Will (live) (4.12 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

That's Antony, out of Antony and the Johnsons, singing the Leonard Cohen classic from Various Positions. God he's good.

For K.

Labels: heroes, music

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Vangelis - Bladerunner theme (end titles) (3.26 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Labels: misanthropy, music

I'm partially blaming this on Martha:



Thought that was weird? Check this out!

Labels: heroes, music, youtube

Fuck Fall Out Boy. Srsly, fuck them. Fall Out Boy, when yr old(er) and fucken burnt out and fucked up and shit, I hope you google yourselves and somehow find this. Remember, get fucked. Get fucked, alot. And I don't mean "get laid". That would be a blessing, not a curse. I mean GO AND GET FUCKED YOU ASSHOLES.

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What, you may ask, the hell are you on about, drinks-after-worker? Ok, let's do this in bullet-points:

• I love David Bowie. A lot.
• I hate your band.
• I love David Bowie's album Station To Station.
• In the opening, title track on Station To Station there's a lyric which goes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine / I'm thinking that it must be love.
• Fall Out Boy -- your band, whom I hate (above) (I mean, they're so bad it's comical) released an album (or was it an EP? Who fucken cares) in 2004 called My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue. Stupid, stupid name. It gets worse (what, you hadn't guessed?)
• On MHWABTBSTMY there is a song called It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love.

I don't really need to go on, do I?

Here is a "fan video" for the song, which is insipid crap (the song, not the video.) (Although the video is not shit hot either.)



This is much better. It's a (seemingly impromptu) a capella rendition of the section of Station To Station that is in question:



I've heard that if you so desire, you can download a copy of the Fall Out Boy release here: I appreciate comments left! DO NOT STEAL MY LINKS D: \

FAIL Out Boy, if you read this: Fuck You! Also don't forget to GO AND GET FUCKED YOU ASSHOLES.

Ta to Robyn for inspiration.

Labels: misanthropy, music, youtube

Michael Bracewell has written a new book on Roxy Music. It's called Re-make/Re-model, published by Faber & Faber (London 2007) and Roxy's sensational, amazing first album gets the book (and book review) it deserves.

I'd never seen or heard anything so clearly made for me and my art-school manqué world-view. The cover, with Kari-Ann Muller in classic 1940s' pin-up pastiche, all pink ribbons and silver platforms, was Big Biba Rainbow Room. The contents covered all the bases: the Warholian ones, the art history ones, the Ladbroke Grove, gay-friends-of-Hockney ones. Of course, Bryan Ferry looked fantastic and, despite all the unbearable cleverness, the music went like a train - plangent sax, driving drums - offsetting Brian Eno's synth weirdness. They played at the Royal College of Art that year and then at The Rainbow, a Low Deco kitschfest in itself. This really was Tomorrow Calling.

Check the essay; watch the videos; buy the book. Wowowowowowow

Labels: music, props, youtube

Cool. This morning at some point I've limped past 40,000 visits, so let's have a song to celebrate:

Orange Goblin - Hand of Doom (6.25 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Yep, it's a cover of the Black Sabbath tune.

Labels: blog, music

It's been an interesting month here at Drinks-After-Work. There hasn't been much blogging goin' on, that's fer sure. I've been on holiday for about a month and there's been no damn time, you know? There's been a hell o