Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Andrew Weatherall & Ewan Pearson. live @ Elita. Milan.

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To continue our recent trend of posting incredibly long mixes we've decided to re-up this gem from a couple of our favourite DJ's/producers/human beings, Andrew Weatherall and Ewan Pearson. Recorded last year at Milan's 'Elita' club it's a 5 hour banquet of weapons grade vitals, albeit trimmed into 3 more manageable mouthfuls, to keep your audio appetite sated. We recommend a nice red to wash it down with.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X

Sunday, 26 April 2015

Less a horoscope, more a necessary blood letting.

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Uncomfortable living in this post-hypnodog era? Why not let a shithouse who looks as though he buys his petrol, groceries and shirts all from the same shop tell you whats in store for you in the future!! Over to you, Daniel.

The full moon in the 12th brings the ability to levitate. Use this while it lasts to impress a lover.

Doing your family tree will uncover Nazi sympathisers. Do a jigsaw to take your mind off it.
Lucky stone: Tiger’s Eye.

Mars violently enters your sign on the 26th and then leaves at 4.35pm on the 27th. Try to get all your Christmas shopping done during these hours.

You have a poltergeist in your small back bedroom. That’s not a euphemism. You need a priest with some holy water, and fast.

You will find out you are barren this week, but remember: a lot of people’s lives have been ruined by having kids. Buy new carpets instead and look on the bright side.

Your wisdom teeth will implode this week, but your inherent racism lands you your ideal job. Wear yellow for energy.

You are very psychic. While in a trance you will feel an Irish gypsy come over you.
Your fortune lies in the back of a blue Ford Cortina.

A sponsored walk ends in disaster this week when someone falls off a cliff. However, a lipstick you buy from an Avon catalogue will have magical powers. Swings and roundabouts.

You need to rein in your spending; You are not Princess Anne. Get the Megabus and know your place.

A family pet will have to be put down this week. Fortunately it is not yours.
Wear moonstones for more free shit.

You will be possessed by the spirit of dead monk this week. Play Buckaroo until it passes.

You will become romantically involved with a man who looks like a Crimewatch photofit. Don’t be so quick to judge; he can bodypop and put up shelving.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X

Monday, 20 April 2015

Blood In The Music: NYC's experimental post-punks.

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“In the ’80s, it’s difficult to identify any particular rock avant garde sound likely to develop into a major movement, as the scene is so fragmented it almost defies definition.”

A bastion of culture on British television for over thirty years, this episode 1989 of Melvyn Bragg’s South Bank Show has become a .New York artefact' in its own right – showcasing an experimental, patchwork documentary by NYC film-maker Charles Atlas called 'Put Blood In The Music'. A collage of street-scapes and cut-up talking heads that reflect the “frenetic” and “self-conscious” scene at its most disparate, the film now feels like a work of video art in its own right.

Featuring a brilliantly whacky interview with experimental jazz man John Zorn (reclining cheekily in front of his masses of vinyl) and some pretty incredible rehearsal footage with Sonic Youth, it’s a DIY romp the likes of which you’d never see on primetime TV these days. Even Melvyn Bragg doesn’t seem completely sure what to make of it.

Either way, we think it makes for some fantastic weekday viewing.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X