Monday, 13 March 2017

Mozhgan * Hugo Ball/Daphne podcast.

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The Hugo Ball mixes are always a highlight for us here at TOLAS and this one is of particular note, not least as this installment was put together by one of our earliest podcast contributors, rapaciously talented San Francisco selector, Mozhgan Shariat. A DJ who definitely goes many places and touches on many genres, she's been draining the fevered sweat from San Frans' underbelly since 2011 alongside Jason Greer and Solar as part of the We Are Monsters crew and has crafted a truly cosmic perspective on sound tapping into a wider spectrum of influences than most. Comfortable throwing together sets which touch base with everything from dub, disco, afro, techno, rock and industrial sounds, it's these ideas that mark Mozhgan out as a truly great selector and the reason we're always excited to hear her work. For a long time now she's been described as a 'best kept secret' of sorts, a tag now however that is becoming wholly inappropriate given her current rise.
This mix comes as part of Hugo Ball's contribution to Smart Bar's Daphne series, which celebrates the marginalized women and non binary voices in electronic music presents a month long series that focuses on some of our favorite artists currently working in the trenches.
Dive in.

Follow Mozhgan on Soundcloud, here.


Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Dunsford & Algar: Astrologers to the easily confused and feeble of mind.

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A pair of annoying, directionless, wretches, Daniel and Mark are Newcastle's premier soothsayers, astrologers and intuitive healers. Their incredibly specific astral chart will plot your month ahead. Dan has weird fat legs and Mark is licensed to carry neither a badge or a gun. Regardé.....


Aquarius - All your Koi carp have died from being fed Wotsits. This might leave you vulnerable to joining Isis. Find a hobby. Zumba is popular with the general public. Failing that, ‪Mabe treat yourself to something long and expensive. Not 3 weeks in St. kits, though. Maybe try a solid gold hose pipe?

Pieces - Your contact lens has slid down the back of your eye and is resting on your frontal lobe, causing flashbacks to traumatic events. Wear an old Brian Robson era Man United shirt for energy.

Aries - Your Mooncup has become lodged in your friend’s U-bend. Extract it immediately or risk ruining their housewarming. Tuesday brings luck with a windfall in the form of a years subscription to the jelly of the month club.

Taurus
- As a Tauren, you're loving but stubborn. This translates as fat and lazy. Don't bother with that dress from the ASOS sale, the colours are off and you'll trip over that 3 bar heater in your takeaway strewn bedsit. It and by extension you, will go up a fucking charm. Luck wears bootcuts in Ladbrokes.

Gemini - New love relationships start up and then seem to spontaneously combust; But so will you. Enjoy it but do not count on it lasting long. Established relationships experience short term turmoil...because as I just mentioned, you fucking blow up.

Cancer - The astral energy is kicking in and you feel the need to socialize and get out to any meetings or parties that you have been invited to. If you have nothing to attend (far more likely) then try creating an occasion of your own such as; Spirit Cooking with Marina Abramovich, Ghost Hunting with Bez or Great Canal Journey's with Timothy West & Prunella Scales, you will have some great conversations, from which an interesting relationship could develop. Please remember though, this is all in your mind and you've not left the house in weeks you deluded clown shoe.

Leo - Wow! What a month for you fucking massive haired kitty cats! Where to start? On the plus side You'll enjoy arrogant theatre, stubborn holidays, self centred colours and inflexible fun with friends. There's a always a flipside though, so be prepared to be creatively ignored, generous amounts of brutal reality and cheerfully not being treated like a king or queen. Fair one.

Virgo
- Weirdoes find you irresistible. You’ve always dismissed them in the past. Maybe give one a chance, as all the normal people are now taken. It's helpful to remind yourself that most Virgans do indeed die virgins and that love sounds like ‪situationist disco.‬ KEEP YOUR EARS OPEN!!

Aries - The Ram, or to give it its Sumero-Babylonian name 'The Agrarian Worker', although let's not dwell on that in the current climate as you'll not be able to go to DisneyLand Florida with Dawn & the kids for sounding like a Muslim collectivist. Imagine that, a Muslim Socialist! I'm on a watch list for just typing that shit. Let's be honest, You are a cunt though, so that travel ban is a timely intervention and I hope they extend it to you.

Libra - You’re thinking about getting a St Bernard but consider the size of his stools before taking the plunge. You are allergic to a rare strain of pollen which could result in blindness or death. Luck smells like the number 4.

Scorpio - You will suffer an electric shock while repairing your toaster, causing you to miss an episode of MasterChef. Hopefully a neighbour will be around to prod you awake with a wooden stick. Matt Damon says to give up on your dreams. It's never going to work.

Sagittarius
- Your production of Swan Lake is tired and unoriginal. Why you gave up a well-paid job in advertising to concentrate on shit like this is beyond me. Those barrels of agent orange you have stored n the garage may come in handy when bribing critics. Failing that, decimate the foliage round their homes with it. See how they like the fucking neighbours peering into their gardens when their fat wives are barbecuing two dozen hens for a snack.

Capricorn - Time to get your moles checked. That one on your back in the shape of Africa has developed a sinister crust. Beware of men from Barkshire, tree bark, and barking dogs.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark & Dan. XX

Monday, 6 March 2017

The best DJ you've (probably) never heard of #8. Nosedrip.

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Ziggy Devriendt is the DJ behind the mysterious Nosedrip moniker. One of Belgium’s new wave of brilliant young exports, when he’s not indulging in his self proclaimed 'unquenchable love for online radio, by keeping busy busy running Stroom.tv and his monthly NTS Radio Show (playing everything from new age, new wave, French psych, minimal synth, post-punk to a whole bunch of other stuff) or in between various other music projects, he can be seen out and about playing in some of Belgium and Holland's best clubs as well as working in Music Mania, Ghents best record shop.
He's been a favourite for a while with us at TOLAS and his sets always display a deftness and assuredness which belie his youth. Nowhere is this better highlighted than in his old mixes for Lullabies For Insomniacs and Oops, Wrong Planet as well as more recently, brilliant selections for Strange Sounds From Beyond and Dekmantel.



Follow Nosedrip on Mixcloud here and on Facebook, here.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Shakepeare's blister.

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This week in nothing less than a pronounced change in tack for our usual horseshitting about, we tackle one of the big literary questions of the day. No, not whether it was ever acceptable for grown humans to read Wizard books or badly written porn on public transport but the stickier question of ownership over the work of a young lad from the West Midlands.
Ask the average man who wrote the plays entitled Hamlet, Romeo And Juliet, King Lear and Othello, and in most cases he'll snap confidently back with "The immortal Bard of Stratford-Upon-Avon." Ask him about the authorship of the Shakespearean sonnets and see if you don't get the same reply. Now put these questions to to certain literary detectives who seem to crop up every now and again over the years, and don't be surprised if you get answers like Sir Frances Bacon, Ben Johnson, Queen Elizabeth and possibly even Jack Charlton. The most recent of these theories is to be found in a book I have just read that attempts to prove conclusively that the real author of Shakespeare's works was Christopher Marlow.
The book makes a very convincing case, and when I got through reading it I was not sure if Shakespeare was Marlowe or Marlowe Shakespeare or what. I know this, I would not liked to have cashed cheques for either one of them - and I like their work. No, in trying to keep the the above mentioned theory in perspective, my first question is this: If Marlow wrote Shakespeare's works, who wrote Marlowe's? The answer to this lies in the fact that Shakespeare was married to Anne Hathaway. This we know to be factual. However, under the new theory, it is actually Marlowe who was married to Anne Hathaway, a match which caused Shakespeare no end of grief, as they would not let him in the house. One fateful day, in a jealous rage over who held the lower number in a bakery que, Marlow was slain - slain or whisked away in disguise to avoid charges of heresy, a most serious crime punishable by slaying or whisking away or both.
It was at this point that Marlowe's young wife took up the pen and continued to write the plays and sonnets we all know and avoid today. But allow me to clarify. We all realise Shakespeare (Marlowe) borrowed his plots from the ancients (moderns): however, when the time came to return the plots to the ancients he had used them up and was forced to flee the country under the assumed name of William Bard (Hence the term "Immortal Bard") in and effort to avoid debtors prison (hence the term "Debtor's Prison") Here Sir Frances Bacon enters into the frame innit. Bacon was an innovator of the times who was working on advanced methods of refrigeration. Legend has it he died attempting to refrigerate a chicken.Apparently the chicken pushed first. In an effort to conceal Marlowe from Shakespeare, should they prove to be the same person , had adopted the fictitious name Alexander Pope, who was actually Pope Alexander, head of the Roman Catholic Church and currently in exile owing to the invasion of Italy by the Bards, last of the nomadic hordes (the Bards gave us the term "immortal bard") , and years before had galloped off to London, where Raleigh awaited death in the tower.
The mystery deepens for, as this goes on, Ben Johnson stages a mock funeral for Marlowe, convincing a minor poet to take his place for the burial. Ben Johnson is not to be confused with Samuel Johnson. He was Samuel Johnson. Samuel Johnson was not. Samuel Johnson was Samuel Pepys. Peyps was actually Raleigh, who had escaped from the tower to write Paradise Lost under the name of John Milton, a poet who because of blindness was accidentally hanged under the name of John Swift. This all becomes clearer when we realise that George Elliot was a Woman.
Proceeding from this then, King Lear is not a play by Shakespeare but a satirical but a satirical revue by Chaucer, originally titled 'Everyone Loves a Gobby Northerner', which contains in it a clue to the man who killed Marlowe, a man known around Elizabethan times (Elizabeth Barret Browning) as 'Old Vic'. Old Vic became more familiar to us later as Victor Hugo, who wrote 'The Hunchback Of Notre Dame', which most students of literature feel is merely 'Coriolanus' with a few obvious changes. (Say them both fast.)
We wonder then, was Lewis Carroll caricaturing the whole situation when he wrote Alice In Wonderland? The March Hare was Shakespeare, the Mad Hatter, Marlowe, and the Doormouse, Bacon-or the March Hare, Marlowe-or Carroll, Bacon and the Doormouse Marlowe-or Alice was Shakespeare-or Bacon-or Carroll was the Mad Hatter. A pity Carroll is not still alive today to settle it. Or Bacon. Or Marlowe. Or Shakespeare. The point is, if you're going to move, notify your post office. Unless you don't give a shit about posterity.

Till net time.
Big love. Mark. X

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Thoughts On Love & Smoking. Podcast #14. Pene. (Professional Crap Dancers)

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Pene is 1/3 of the mighty Professional Crap Dancers team. Professional Crap Dancers have been playing music for sweaty basements and sundrenched rooftops for the last 9 years or so. Following a diet of slo-mo house, EBM, disco dubs and techno they're constantly planning their next move from their ProCrap bunker and they have one simple rule. Partying without dignity.
He's delivered a killer 90 minute mix of everything from soul oddities and blissed out mediterranean grooves to otherworldly techno and house which demonstrates a keen understanding of both the dancefloor and home listening, and as such has become a real favourite with us since we took delivery of it.

Investigate Pene and the ProCrap crew further at:

Professional Crap Dancers on Mixcloud.
Professional Crap Dancers on Facebook.



Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X

Friday, 9 September 2016

Tyne Tunnyl.

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We always like to take a minute to rep any local goings on up here in Newcastle and to say we've been remiss in not banging on about Oli Warriner, one of the main men behind the Tunnyl Records label and parties and a producer very much on the up, would be a huge understatement. They've been putting on some brilliant nights here in Newcastle for a good few years now hosting TOLAS alumni like Elizabeth Collective, Irn Blu, Las Waltz and Lizards as well as some very tiy international guests. They've always had a refreshing approach to throwing parties with their ambition being to provide quality music to like minded souls. TUNNYL has a clear vision ... no fuss, no gimmicks just quality artists and music.
Oli has been als been beavering away in the studio all this time and putting out hi own and others records and his new solo project 'Treala' sees the producer continue his rise and sonic evolution with a trilogy of records to be released on London's Hhatri label, this being the first.
The EP was inspired by many of the heavy concepts that have been concurrent in his life during the process of making the tracks. The sounds have adopted elements of the music that have been experienced during his trips to play out in Berlin's unique music scene. Key to the penning of the tracks are the loss of distinctive sounds, expressive emotion and unparalleled feeling that was once so prevalent in many of the lesser known and iconic works produced in the earlier years of House music. Channeling the desire to bring back what has been missing in today's formulaic music production design, Traela hopes to find the listeners, once again, looking inside the content of the music.
Finding the emotional substance displayed through healing and the release of lost love, Traela's message on the making of this release in his own words:

"Many ideas were prevalent during the process of the EP but the most important during this exercise was finding yourself, learning to express and learning to love yourself in order to love others ".
This new alias gets it's first run out next week in Leeds at Tunnyl x Indigo presents:: Ruf Dug x Tusk x Traela alongside one of Manchester's finest, Ruff Dug and the elusive ceo of Tusk, Horn & Porn Wax who is also known to smoke a few Rothmans, the titular Tusk. But Oli wont be able to sit resting on his laurels for too long, with gigs in Berlin lined up for November and December as well as all the other Tunnyl related business, it looks like the rest of 2016 is lining up to be tres busy!



Tunnyl x Indigo presents:: Ruf Dug x Tusk x Traela is next Saturday (the 17th) at Wharf Chambers in Leeds and tickets are available here as well as a limited amount ion the door.
NB. You must be a member or guest of a member to attend.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark.

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Thoughts On Love & Smoking podcast #13. Jean Nipon (L.I.E.S.)

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Jean Nipon is an enigma to say the least. The mystery that surrounds him is hardly surprising, however, considering his origins are so uncertain. There are many theories as to where he came from but the most commonly held belief is that he emerged from amongst the bracken in Western France clutching nothing but a Pink Floyd record.

Jean Nipon started out as a drummer in Hardcore bands and got into DJing circa 97. At first it was a cheap ploy to get more in touch with his fellow humans (read: get girls). Then it became something of an art form, and many a reveler remembers his seven-hour sets at Paris Paris where, as a resident, he would play the latest bangers in custom- edited form, plus Prince, Minor Threat, Aphex Twin and the Beastie Boys, Dinosaur Jr and Lio, Pink Floyd and Shellac, My Bloody Valentine and KRS One. What he does with those CD decks... Nobody can touch him. We’ve also seen him funcrush a couple of yuppie parties that didn’t deserve to dance: he’s a man of principles.



Let’s rewind it back: hardcore drummer, DJ, designer, lives in Japan for a year, designs a Coke bottle, sells records for two years in Paris at Katapult where he meets DJ Wet with whom he starts I.Y.M. (a 12” on Wwwilco) and Teamtendo. Teamtendo was a duo of giant plushies who played 8-bit-gabber-electro on tricked-out Gameboys (a 12” through Institubes and one via Deco). Does some remixes for TTC, Ark, Micronauts, Cosmo Vitelli, Lesbians On Ecstasy, Adam Kesher, David Rubato. Directed three volumes of the DJ-oriented "Eurogirls" vinyl project for Arcade Mode with Orgasmic.

In 2004 Jean Nipon assumed the alias that he continues to go under today. Having released on karat, Midnight Munchies, and Silverback records and remixes on citizen or Discobelle. He recently released one of our favourite records of the last 12 months with the brilliant 'Industry Steal Vol 2' ep as Jean Nipon and The Magendie High School on New York's esteemed L.I.E.S. imprint. On further inspection of the record what is most obviously curious about it is the absence of an 'Industry Steal Vol. 1', (on L.I.E.S. or elsewhere?) but what can be said with some certainty, though, is that the EP's A-side, 'Tepco Cunts,' is a standout that earns its abrasive title. 808 cowbells and short, stabbing synth horns rattle around the track like ball bearings thrown down a steel pipe. Jean tosses in reversed one-shots, muffled wolf cries and plumes of ambient noise, too, and the out-there touches add spice to his raw sound. After hearing this and playing it almost to destruction we though we'd be remiss if we didn't ask him for a podcast and as expected, the resulting mix is a very special thing indeed. But don't take our word for it. Dive in!



Jean Nipon on Soundcloud.
Follow Jean Nipon on Facebook.

Till next time.
Big love. Mark. X