David Lynch’s Lost Highway starts with an edited version of David Bowie’s “I’m Deranged”. Although it was originally written by Bowie and Brian Eno for Bowie’s 1995 album Outside, placing it on a Lacanian masterpiece about parallel lives gave the song a complete new character built on traveling secrets and a “blond belief beyond beyond beyond”.
The appearing VHS tapes at the doorstep, the man who was present at the party and at your house at the same time, the disappearance of the saxophonist in the prison and the fear of Mr. Eddy all together with unbelievably apt musical contributions from Trent Reznor, The Smashing Pumpkins, Rammstein and Lou Reed among others made the movie one of the most remarkable picks of the 1990s.
And now, everything that reminds us of that blood-curdling confusion looks like a perfect fit for our playlist. This cover comes from Turkish Arabesque singer and actor Müslüm Gürses (aka Müslüm Baba) who has also covered Garbage, Dylan, Richie Blackmore’s Rainbow and Björk in the same album replacing the original lyrics with Turkish. The beautiful Eastern theme of the cover, now named “Kış Oldum” (I am a winter) is a reinterpretation of the original in a pop dialect that we did not expect to be this appealing. It has stuck with us for a long time, so we could not let it get dust any longer. We must warn you about the ugliness of listening to this tune in a low volume or your laptop speakers in advance.
The song was "Kış Oldum"
performed by Müslüm Gürses
from Aşk Tesadüfleri Sever
Public Information Films have been subject to almost anything but public information. Childhood nightmares and rare real life scenarios that almost never happen such as a Frisbee stuck in an electric tower. And if you are looking at this video, Jimmy Saville’s face alone can give your kid a wet bed. We are going to assume you already know the monster, right? They have more to do with horror than adding up to your safety tips. And in the abstruse oneiric world of hauntological music, what could possibly make a better recipe than what used to frightened you at the age of eight?
The Advisory Circle is where “Everything’s fine, but there is something not quite right about it.” according to the vinyl archivist and producer Jon Brooks who also happens to be the Englander behind this PIF emulator of a mini-album. Mind How You Go is Brooks’ first addition to the Ghost Box label catalog where adventurous hypnagogic sounds like The Focus Group and John Foxx also inhabit. We are talking 2005.
Our first encounter with this short dark nostalgic reverie was while reading Mark Fisher’s magnificent Ghosts of My Life (Zero Books). We have a lot of respect for this depressingly extreme anti-capitalist and hope he soon makes a return to social media and shares more k-punk posts with us.
The song was "Nuclear Substation"
performed by The Advisory Circle
from Mind How You Go
modern life is not rubbish aka the joy of now aka quaternary, cenozoic and phanerozoic
You should be wearing a Black-Hole-Sun smile on your face. You are reading this text and you do not even know who I am. But we are together and our halos are therefore neatly interwound. You, by and large are somehow very lucky to be a Flandrian interglacial walking object. Your epoch is Holocene. You are Quaternary, Cenozoic, Phanerozoic and inherently a candidate for the global warming survival team.
You have Spotify and opted out of Rdio for hipster-y reasons. You scrobble halfway through your tracks. Your most scrobbled track is currently Panda Bear’s “Bro’s” and still you wish to replace it with a Basinski slow burner. You have preserved your iTunes library for the albums not found on the Spotify archive. Therefore it looks like a precious mosaic of rare compilations such as The Third Unheard Connecticut Hip Hop 1972-1983, Mihály Víg’s composition for Béla Tarr films, Vince Guaraldi Trio’s A Charlie Brown Christmas and all Silver Jews.
Your presence on Bandcamp is of unfathomable cyber etiquette. You have supported all your vaporwave and witchhouse artists occasionally donating 5 bucks over their designated price. You pay for their mixtapes. You extravagantly support their Kickstarters. You have a Vimeo playlist of all your favorite music videos in HD. Your Vimeo is a Pro account. It glitters out HTML5 and softly caresses our eyelids. You have a Spotify playlist of the ’40s Japan and have—for some probably very hipster-y reason again— dedicated it to Bradley Manning. You watch a lot of documentaries. You watch a lot of music documentaries. You are so well-organized. Your iPhone Apps are sorted alphabetically and you have a container for all your music apps. You have added your own logo to your geofilter. So when you add clips to your Snapchat story everyday, it appears to everyone in heavenly pixelated patterns written in Objective C.
You like Blur! 13 is one of your all time favorites. You care a lot about Damon Albarn. Even his Monkey project. Even now that he has his own proper solo and is never like the old days. Even when he earned millions with Gorillaz and even when he was so on LSD he could not find his way back home. Even when he wanted to chop all Suede and Oasis members’ heads off. Damon Albarn is a role model to you. But don’t you dare tell me modern life is rubbish! Modern life is not rubbish. Especially modern life itself…is not rubbish. Especially you are staring at this screen to…modern life…that is not rubbish. Your very modern existence is…not any longer…rubbish.
This is good. This feels very good. What video camera do you use? What are your top 10 favorite Pavement songs? I’m organizing a Flickr album of my favorite Telefuture LP album arts. I have ordered Soylent. I want a new Aphex Twin album after 13 years. I want to make Percy Thrills Thrillington’s “Uncle Albert / Admiral Halsey” my ringtone. I want a DOOM mask. I watch The Needle Drop. I need better speakers to turn FKA Twigs up up up. I like sparkling water. I get dizzy on Dr. Pepper. Yes, Deckard was a replicant. Yes, the origami unicorn already gave you the clue.
Hey, was wondering what you think of Ben Frost? (Aurora specifically, but the other stuff too) Would love to hear your thoughts on his music.
Thanks for bringing Ben Frost up. He seems to be a good resident in our playlist. I was a little lazy to give a comprehensive repeated listen to A U R O R A because of what happens almost every time I give Frost a go: I, very quickly switch to Tim Hecker! And that is strange, I know. But coming from my immature journey so far, the brave experimentalism of a much more daring work such as 2009’s By the Throat that swiftly traveled two ends of a noise spectrum is replaced by rather disturbing welding echoes that, alas unlike Hecker, do not lead you anywhere. I am talking about moments such as the sockdolager eye-opener 39 seconds into “Killshot” that plants a nuclear distraction in a sane mind. So I would sooner stick with his older materials that luckily contain an extended body of work. I admire the work of people like Frost and their contribution to contemporary ambient and noise. However, due to their already satisfactory recognition and coverage in the blogosphere, I normally tend towards the underdog. But I promise that will not stop me from sharing anything magnificent that hits my path.
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Tame out! Tame out! We are still yet to tackle the summer night heat. Being a winter kid does not come as a good saviour in these last remaining days of 30 celsius. But while we pray for the dark, the cold and the viking conquest, August can still bring the night breeze. And that soothing breeze would better be vaporwave or we alas are unable to broadcast the irrelevant randomness that hits you elsewhere.
There is very little distance to travel from Lonnie Liston Smith’s soul/jazz comfort of “Summer Nights” to its sampled offspring loops used in Esprit 空想. However, the song in its refurbished synth form is brought to you by a complimentary video that shows a driving car in an endless autobahn located in a nocturnal Sega universe. And that is once again context the killer who makes things happen and alters our conceptions. Or in this case, an after-party collapse-on-acid heedless sleep. This was your treat from Singapore.
The song was "Summer Night"
performed by ESPRIT 空想
from Summer Night
Forgive these miniature time-frames we designate for our personal mundane lives sometimes! There are no plans of leaving you bereft of deathly dunes. So you may as well stick with us as we fuel the voyager and re-embark on our sound journey.
Tonight’s relieving ailment stems from a tweet we received from Jonatan Söderström a while back. This is the man who has taken us to the vertical shooting contentments of Hotline Miami and Clean Asia. If you have a sharp ear for music, you should play more video games. It’s for your own mortal good.
Upon the 2D top-down visualgasm we have already nibbled on Hotline, we asked this über-dev about his favorite game outside his own creations. What we got was a world of malady, depression and hypnosis righteously manicured with muscle hedonists and swamp knights.
Space Funeral is indeed Mr. Söderström all time favorite. Yet, not surprisingly, it is filled with carefully selected tunes ranging from Les Rallizes Dénudés to BBC Radiophonic Workshop. Aren’t sadness and beauty occasionally perfect roommates? Just be your own craver and choose your own percentage!
But do not let it all come to an early end! Here are two more things you can do:
- Read about The Story Of The BBC Radiophonic Workshop
- Download Space Funeral and die in it several hundred times (very lightweight but Windows-y but still free)
The song was "Colour Radio (Fields/Town of Malice)"
performed by BBC Radiophonic Workshop
from Space Funeral Soundtrack