New single from their imminent album release. But you could be forgiven for thinking this was released in '82, 'til you listen to the lyrics, so contemporary - "I can make my own noise, I can be my own god."
Retro Disco Hiro Friends Go: 'Mind Control'
New single from their imminent album release. But you could be forgiven for thinking this was released in '82, 'til you listen to the lyrics, so contemporary - "I can make my own noise, I can be my own god."
Irvine Walsh's 'Ecstasy' & Films About Dance Culture
As films in this line go, there's been some bad ones, some enduring ones (regardless of their quality) and some great ones (It's All Gone Pete Tong, for example). Usually drugs and death are in the mix. Aside from Footloose of course when dancing itself was the sinful vehicle for the 'high'.
We saw Danny Boyle's adaptation of Walsh's book in Trainspotting, it set a bar for pop film style. But what will Irvine Welsh's new film Ecstasy, adapted from The Undefeated, the third novella in Welsh’s book Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance, be setting?
So far reviews are less then even luke warm. No rush 'n high here then.
We saw Danny Boyle's adaptation of Walsh's book in Trainspotting, it set a bar for pop film style. But what will Irvine Welsh's new film Ecstasy, adapted from The Undefeated, the third novella in Welsh’s book Ecstasy: Three Tales of Chemical Romance, be setting?
So far reviews are less then even luke warm. No rush 'n high here then.
This Week - Trollstep
Bedroom Features
I don't think you'd notice, except that there's no talking. Building blocks, track by track.
Some great content. One of my all time favourites tracks near the end. Enjoy the journey, don't ask for a playlist.
From midnight until 1am Chris Weaver has organised something. He won't tell me what it is, except that currently he's working on a massive project for 800 auto synths, naturally he's told no one about it really, except that it will be performed live in Scotland in the great outdoors as part of a ResonanceFM 2012 mega Olympic project. Leaves it to me. Call me mouth. We'll probably hear about it first on the BBC, but watch this space, in case I can get more info.
So Beautiful, and Terrible
Now that Marina has come out with a new album, it's time to look across the spectrum of voices/lyrics/orchestration out there. Beyond the obvious, there's singer song writers like these....
"When you came jumping down the stairs
Screaming bloody awful,
You woke up god and everyone,
Screaming bloody awful [...]
And then the earth started shaking, and yeah it was crazy
Heaven and hell came crashing down,
It was beautiful - and terrible."
"When you came jumping down the stairs
Screaming bloody awful,
You woke up god and everyone,
Screaming bloody awful [...]
And then the earth started shaking, and yeah it was crazy
Heaven and hell came crashing down,
It was beautiful - and terrible."
You Keep Saying We're Free
Not every rapper is shooting guns with his gums. This thoughtful poet and believes we can hear him even if he doesn't shout. And he's got something to say you'll find rings true.
Uncle Sam Goddamn :
Ah,
The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn
It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet.
We're gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band
can maybe work this sh++ out for me
And straighten me out right quick
I like it so far man
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grand imperial guard where
the dollar is sacred and proud
Let's do this s** for real, come on now
Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
Stolen for the cross in the name of God
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
Written to the pages of the law, good lord
The cold continent latch key child
Ran away one day and started acting foul
King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud
Cause the roman empire done passed it down
Imported and tortured the work force
They never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
Now the grown up Goliath nation
Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel?
Nothing can save you, you question the rain
You get rushed in and chained up
fists raised but I must be insane
Cause I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
All must bow to the fat and lazy
The f++ you obey me and
why do they hate me, who me?
Only two generations away from
the Worlds most despicable slavery trade
Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
That it can't be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think
We don't only need chains to be slaves
Lord it's a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
Cause the children can't escape from the pain
And they're born with the pores
and this hatred in their veins
Try and separate a man from his soul
You'll only strengthen him and lose your own
Well shoot that f++ker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home (now i'm gone)
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
You don't give money to the bums
On the corner with a sign, bleeding from their gums
Talking much, you don't support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from yo' taxes
Sh++ the governments an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you ain't on the front line
When the master yell crunch time you right back at it
You ain't look at how you hustling backwards
And the end of the year add up what they subtracted
3 outta twelve months your salary
Paid for that madness, man that's sadness
What's left get a big ass plasma
To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
Only approved questions get answered
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
Custom made, the consumer news
Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue
Uncle Sam Goddamn :
Ah,
The name of this song is uncle sam goddamn
It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet.
We're gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band
can maybe work this sh++ out for me
And straighten me out right quick
I like it so far man
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grand imperial guard where
the dollar is sacred and proud
Let's do this s** for real, come on now
Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
Stolen for the cross in the name of God
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
Written to the pages of the law, good lord
The cold continent latch key child
Ran away one day and started acting foul
King of where the wild things are, daddy's proud
Cause the roman empire done passed it down
Imported and tortured the work force
They never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
Now the grown up Goliath nation
Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel?
Nothing can save you, you question the rain
You get rushed in and chained up
fists raised but I must be insane
Cause I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
All must bow to the fat and lazy
The f++ you obey me and
why do they hate me, who me?
Only two generations away from
the Worlds most despicable slavery trade
Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
That it can't be changed to this day
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think
We don't only need chains to be slaves
Lord it's a shameful display
The overseers even got raped along the way
Cause the children can't escape from the pain
And they're born with the pores
and this hatred in their veins
Try and separate a man from his soul
You'll only strengthen him and lose your own
Well shoot that f++ker if he walk near the throne
Remind him that this is my home (now i'm gone)
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
You don't give money to the bums
On the corner with a sign, bleeding from their gums
Talking much, you don't support a crackhead
What you think happens to the money from yo' taxes
Sh++ the governments an addict
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
And even if you ain't on the front line
When the master yell crunch time you right back at it
You ain't look at how you hustling backwards
And the end of the year add up what they subtracted
3 outta twelve months your salary
Paid for that madness, man that's sadness
What's left get a big ass plasma
To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
Only approved questions get answered
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem
Welcome to the united snakes
Land of the thief, home of the slave
Grant imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is god
Custom made, the consumer news
Keep saying we're free
But we're all just blue
All of this wilderness is mine
Soft-spoken Albert Plá is a well-known Spanish pop star and firebrand. Here in the video for "Hongos" (which means mushrooms, nothing to do with how he's hung) he has set himself amongst the shrooms during a psycho-delic trip that features his own manhood almost coming alive. Apparently this is a common nightmare, or dream even, amongst men. I can't say myself.
After watching it, you might want to know what he is on about, so I've tweaked the hideous-auto cyber translation to make sense in English, enjoy!Mushrooms
It was Monday afternoon,
but it was dawn at the same time
a bitter chocolate rain fell in the desert
Thawing snow bites the dust,
the heat in this winter makes curves that flow straight in the air
I look down and find them I'm making the exact same curves ...
I look down and find them!
On my toes,
colored fungi grow
I eat them
and make flowers grow
beyond the horizon.
My memories, on wheels,
I oscillate between here and somewhere else,
the rattlesnakes amongst the honey-loaded bees,
Grass grows in the sky
the full moon looks like an asshole,
and who wants a beer in this field of mushrooms and who wants a beer ...
Oh! in this field of mushrooms.
On my toes,
colored fungi grow
I eat them
and make flowers grow
beyond the horizon.
How loud is silence!
I'm still so ugly while my world is so flowery
and I am so lost in the desert
All of this wilderness is mine,
I'm speaking of things I don't understand,
Then I look inside
I do not like what I see
Then I look inside ... I do not like what I see.
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