August 2011
6 posts
Soulspeak / Shed / Jam City / Lorca / Lovebirds
So I was in the Ostkurve on Friday night. Heaving. Incessant. Fiercely partisan. In fact, the latter doesn’t do it justice. Any set of fans who take an industrial boombox to games in order to orchestrate 100+ minutes of chants are more than simply partisan. They are a heaving mass of one; blue; red-faced, arms braced; mouths in hearts, hearts in mouths. At times, it’s a scary sight;...
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Chelm Is Burning
So, as promised a few weeks back, I can give you more of Juju and Jordash’s latest project, Unleash the Golem Pt. 1. It’s aggressive, drone-fuelled ambient-house mixed with progressive techno and a lot more besides, weaving complex narratives through receptive synapses.
Chelm is Burning clip by jujujordash
The more discordant ‘Chelm is Dubbing’ is also worth a listen,...
Your Sex / Arkist & Kidkut / Vernon Bara & Igor...
Long title today. Sorry. But it’s really been a while. A lot has happened in that while. I’ve got a bike. It’s a girl’s bike. A silver bike with ingenious lights. It’s not even a kleinanzeigen bike, and therefore probably (well, definitely) not stolen. The sun has also shined, in a less mendacious manner than before. And the world, through the distinctly dim windows...
Dadub
As the rain thunders down in Berlin, drumming the trees and scorching the pavements, the sky has responded by adopting a bizarre, menacing glow. It’s a bruised peach: deep, fire, discontent, a riot erupting beyond the satellite dishes and neo-imperialist wigs which face my window. At the heart of this mendacity plays a track from the new Stroboscopic Artefacts release, Monad VIII by Dadub:...
Holger Ziske / Pepe Braddock / Butch / Juju &...
A few days ago, walking down Karl-Marx Str. with a cheese pretzel in one hand and my iPod in the other, I was confronted with a truly surreal experience. It may have been my respiratory system getting used to the smell of 24-hr Doner, or my stomach re-adjusting to the wheaty qualities of Weissbier. But, I’m pretty sure it happened.
KMS was - as usual - buzzing: pregnant ladies on bicycles;...
Janet Jackson/ Niederflur / Beastie Respond
I arrive into Berlin Tegel. Old men and women plod around, unable to work the ticket machines. “Was ist los?” one complains, wiping the sweat from his furrowed brow. His wife, wearing an ill fitting, sleeveless saggy-white tee, striped blue pants extending down to the knee, and bright silver trainers, presses the buttons on the screen like a baby playing with soft objects dangling above its head....
