Monday, 30 June 2014

Mix action! Rebolledo and Daniel Maloso, live @ Horst Krzbrg

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What it would be like if you farted through your willy instead of your bum-hole?
Why the east coast of Scotland looks like Richard Mulligan, who played Burt in Soap?
Why Cadbury changed their name from Cadbury's?
What would happen if you ate the Silica Gel sachets that you get in shoe boxes?
Why GOLD edit out all the sweary words from some programmes even if they're showing them after the watershed?
How many episodes of Emmerdale it would take to turn a normal person into a dribbling mass murderer?
What it would be like if Tintin was called Aluminiumaluminium?
What was going through Adam's mind when he did the world's first ever jobbie?
Why Audi drivers have their headlights on in broad daylight?
What would happen if you shaved a Moose?
Why so many people mis-use apostrophes?
Why you can only buy Gold Star Brown Sauce in chip shops?
Why Jim Robinson out of Neighbours seems to be so popular with American TV show nowadays?
How they manage to make Red Bull smell and taste like sick?
What it would be like to have your teeth replaced by antlers?
Why the QVC presenters get so excited about Quacker Factory clothing?
Whatever happened to Andy Crane?
Why technology can't slow down for a bit?
What it would be like to have your nipples replaced by beaks?
Whatever happened to Tom O'Connor?
Why Playboy is now more popular with women than with men?
What the real name for the back of the knee is?
Why it's ok for there to be female-only insurance companies, but there would be outrage if there were male-only ones?
Why people write into newspapers?
What it would feel like to eat steel wool?
Why people in the UK now talk about "season finales" instead to "last in the serieses"?
Wow long it will be before the road signs are written in English and Polish?
What the hell Lady Gaga is all about?
Who on Earth is so lazy that they have to pay someone else to wash out their wheelie bin?
Who sells magnets?
What the purpose of leg hair is?
Why Katie Hopkins's opinion is sought by the media on so many subjects?



Right then, bit of mix action now. Just shy of 4 hours of Rebolledo and Daniel Maloso, recorded live at Horst Krzbrg in Berlin back in 2011.

Proper heavy weight bizniz!

Big love.
Moogar. X

Thursday, 5 June 2014

MIX!! Paul 'Mudd' Murphy & Joe Stanley on Bondi FM. 2009.


Great mix that's been a firm favourite of mine for some time now, especially on the rare occasions that the big ball of gas in the sky decides to poke his head out from behind the clouds.
'Claremont 56' head honcho, Paul 'Mudd' Murphy and Joe Stanley get all tag team on our asses on Bondi FM back in 2009. So toss a bit of lemon juice through yer hair, chuck ya shorts on and piss off the neighbours next time you have a sunny afternon free.

Big love.
Mark. X

Monday, 2 June 2014

Bullshit journalists try to blame the working classes for: Number 1. Racism.

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Occasionally you come face to face with an argument that riles you in its offensive stupidity before you can quite pinpoint exactly why. This particular argument comes up a lot, in one form or another: “immigration is rough on working class people; rich people like having nannies and gardeners and cheap food, but working class people are pissed off that the foreigners took their jobs. I’m personally not one of those nasty intolerant people, but won’t someone think of the poor working class people, it’s a lot for them to cope with.”
We see it from both sides of the political divide; we see it in the way the EDL are mocked more for their bad spelling and bad haircuts than for their fascism. We see it in the constant assertions from the media that there’s some innate conflict for the Labour party over immigration; the liberal bisexual hippy woman Guardian reader in Islington versus the traditional working class white man on a council estate dichotomy. (There are clearly no bisexuals, women, non-white people or hippies in council estates. Nor are there any racists in Islington. Media fact for you.)
Julia Hartley-Brewer from the Daily Express came out it with again on Question Time last month, but it’s not even her comment that’s triggered this post, really. It’s only because she put it in such honest language that the full offensive absurdity of it hit me. I’ve been feeling my skin crawl when people on the left and the right have implied the very same things for a long time.
We need to stop accepting the simplistic assumption that racism and xenophobia are somehow working class phenomena when in fact these things are top down evils. There’s plenty of both among journalists and media owners, many with salaries north of £100,000 a year, wealthy MPs, and even the very pinnacle of the British class system – the Royal Family.
It’s also the narrow dismissal of what immigrants bring to the country – indeed, the implicit conditionality of a migrant’s humanity being founded in what they “bring” to the country, for “our” benefit – that irks me. The insinuation that you’d only be pro-immigration if you had an immigrant as a gardener, but not if you had immigrants in your class at school or in your local A&E or living in your street is saying that immigrant communities are great at making exotic food and make lovely nannies, but they’re not so jolly to actually live alongside. That is a profoundly unpleasant thing to say. Maybe your best friend at school is an immigrant, or the child of an immigrant. Maybe your neighbour who feeds your cat when you’re away is an immigrant. Maybe your partner is an immigrant. But these experiences are all erased by that kind of rhetoric.
It reminds me of Richard Littlejohn’s sneering assertion that Jack Monroe couldn’t possibly be working class or be making cheap simple recipes that are useful to people without much money because poor people “don’t eat pasta, they eat spaghetti out of tins.” In other words, if you don’t fit the stereotype of what an extremely rich journalist, who mostly lives in a different country anyway, thinks a poor British person must live like, then you’re clearly some kind of fraud. That is a very special level of arrogance.
I am tired of seeing rich people project their own xenophobia and racism on to working class people. Can’t they at least take responsibility for it?
Are there racist working class people? Obviously. To say nothing of the fact that people have complex, nuanced views about things. People may think immigration is too high in some areas but low in others. People may think immigration should be recorded better but not necessarily cut. People may think immigration would be fine if minimum wage regulations were always enforced but find it hard to believe that is a reality that will ever materialise. But racism is top down, and it always has been. Is racism and xenophobia uniquely working class, or even disproportionately working class? No.
We might instead ask: does immigration disproportionately have a negative impact on working class people and poorer communities? Yes, it probably does. In fact, it would be surprising if it didn’t because pretty much everything else does. Of course working class people aren’t sharing equally in the economic benefits that immigration brings. That’s hardly a problem with immigration. It’s a problem with economics.
Perhaps that’s the thing that’s really enraging to me. The fact that a whole class of people can notice how immigration impacts the guy living on a council estate much more harshly than a wealthy lady living in Kensington, then identify the problem as immigration, not the differences in the lives and opportunities between those two individuals.
After all, if you took away all the immigration from Britain, those two hypothetical lives would still be grossly unequal. But if you tackled the inequalities between them, you might just mitigate some of these so-called “problems” with immigration at the same time. Radical I know, but maybe that is where our anger should be directed.




Well, it's 8 months since the last one so here's the latest 'Needle Exchange Mix' from me. Cobbled together just now here in the secret bunker at 'Thoughts On Love And Smoking' towers. Usual M.O. All done on a pair of 1210's in one single take. Just like it's supposed to be. Wrap yer ears around it.

Big love.
Mark. X

Friday, 23 May 2014

"I've barely got words for this bullshit bruv."

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This week, and more precisely the last 48 hours, you'll no doubt have been unable to turn your head without seeing articles, tweets, blogs and comments about how Ukip is representing alienated voters, and if we ‘label’ them as racist or bigoted we will further alienate those fucking people.
This is where journalists start to opine about the ‘white working class’ – presumably hoping that class is so rarely mentioned explicitly that everyone will be distracted by ‘working class’ and forget that they’re specifying ‘white people.’ I guess it’s easier to pretend you’re standing up for working class people who happen to be white and conservative than to say you’re standing up for conservative white people, some of whom happen to be working class. Anybody who did O'Level (showing my age there,) history knows that it’s common to turn towards extremism when people are alienated, particularly in challenging economic times. But that doesn’t mean we have to pretend in some patronising way that everybody who turns to the far right is ‘alienated’ or that there’s no other factors involved. Ukip voters are slightly more likely to be working class than Labour or Tory voters but overall they span all different class demographics – and that’s before we even analyse the backgrounds and wealth of the party officials themselves. The thing is, lots and lots of people feel alienated, and don’t turn to extremism. And a lot of those people don’t get pandered to like this. A lot of those people don’t get heard at all. Is it because they aren’t scary? Is it because Nigel Farage, with his fag hanging out his lop sided, second stroke looking mouth is ‘likeable,’ while the rights of the unemployed, the mentally ill, asylum seekers asking for basic rights, or people denied healthcare due to their post code, are somehow less fashionable to leap up and defend?
Is it just me or are some people just a tiny bit too enthusiastic about listening to the voices of the ‘alienated’ racist, homophobic, sexists – out of compassion and decency, they insist – but not the voices of the alienated people who end up on the receiving end of that bigotry? It’s not to say all those trying to engage have an ulterior motive but fake concern for the alienated far right voter can be a way of expressing sympathy for the bigotry without owning it. It’s a pretty common thing, after all, for people in politics and in journalism to project less than pleasant views on to us, the public, rather than defend them.
They like to present their ‘discomfort’ at same sex marriage or women having casual sex or ‘Romanians moving in next door’ as the views of ‘ordinary people’. And I don’t know about you, but as a member of the public, I don’t want that kind of dog shit said in my fucking name!
If someone feels alienated and they turn to a far right party, there are two things happening. One of them is alienation. The other is what they do with that alienation. If you choose to take your vote and use it to show the ‘political class’ (a term increasingly applied to anyone 'up themselves' who watches the news and dislikes Ukip) that you care more about sending them some vague message of being pissed off than you do about racism, homophobia, misogyny, rape apology and Islamophobia, then expect me, AND others, to conclude certain things about your priorities. As I type, I know what the response will be. Farage doesn’t care what I think. I’m not his target voter. And his voters don’t care about these issues. So it isn’t ‘productive’ to talk about the party’s problems with bigotry. But I’m not here to filter every opinion I have through the prism of political tactics. That suggests to me a mindset too obsessed with posturing.
It also gives an awful lot of power to oppressive or dominant groups, as soon as you allow them to dictate what counts as an acceptable response to their behaviour, and what does not. If we’re not allowed to call things sexist in case we alienate sexists, if we’re not allowed to call things racist in case we lose the approval of racists, if we make the broader debate about what is oppressive or bigoted and what is not conditional upon appealing to the most oppressive and bigoted mindsets, then it’s over, we’ve lost, we might as well go back down the fucking coal mines coming out intermittently only to sink 17 pints of ordinary and call home a spend some time punching the wife.
It’s wrong to police people’s reactions to bigotry and, worse, actually blame those reactions for fueling the rise of the far right. Bigotry isn’t caused by people standing up to it. Racism isn’t caused by people talking about racism. Homophobia isn’t caused by gay people demanding too many rights too fast
I know what else people will say. That I should shut my fat fucking gob and listen more. And I agree! I do actually listen to people (as unlikely as that sounds!) I listen to friends who say they've no interest in politics but they are thinking of voting Ukip. I listen to other people too. I listen to all sorts of people, some I agree with and some I don’t. I listen to a lot of people that many of the ‘don’t-call-Ukip-names’ brigade never even notice exist. So I do listen. But not just to you: I don’t think that by virtue of being angry and loud, you are entitled to my attention any more than the voice than, say, an asylum seeker being held in a detention centre without basic medical care. You are not entitled to a larger platform than the Muslims on the receiving end of hate crime which spikes dramatically when the far right up their rhetoric. You don’t get a bigger microphone than gay people who want to get married and feel safe in the streets. You aren’t entitled to a bigger platform than everybody else just because you’re loud and aggressive, and claiming to be ‘alienated by the modern world’ rather than intolerant. Listening is good, but listening is an active thing, and if you’re listening properly to things, they usually spark a reaction. To assume an ‘alienated’ person isn’t capable of engaging with any kind of disagreement is far more patronising than telling them you disagree with them and having a conversation about it. That’s what you do, ironically, when you don’t actually care about what they’re saying.
Let the disillusioned Ukip voters have their rants, they’re almost saying, because it’s all they have. Ignore them, don’t challenge them, they don’t know any better and can’t be expected (or arsed) to expand or explore their ideas. It’s telling that so many of the apologists feel the need to frame discussions about bigotry with phrases like ‘screaming racism,’ ‘shouting racism,’ or ‘playing the race card,’ or spike accusations of sexism or homophobia with words like ‘hysterical.’ The assumption seems to be that in calling an opinion racist or homophobic or misogynistic, you aren’t engaging with it, or you must be seeking to silence it. But defining things is part of how we debate them. Words like ‘racism,’ ‘homophobia’, and ‘misogyny’ exist for a reason – and bigots hate them for a reason, too. Those words allow us to name and challenge broader structural issues behind what they say, instead of treating each occurrence as a random, isolated incident – which is exactly what Ukip want us to do when they demand we only use words they are comfortable with. Saying that Ukip aren’t intentionally a racist party and it’s just a coincidence that they attract so many bigoted people isn’t good enough for me as a voter, and I’m entitled to say so. When I say that there would appear to be a problem with bigotry in Ukip I’m including people who are quietly okay with other people’s bigotry. When we say we shouldn’t focus on racism, or homophobia, or sexism, because that’s not why their voters are voting for them, we are accepting an ugly premise: that those things are side issues, not important to most people. We are saying that people’s views on equality shouldn’t be a central part of how we judge them. We are accepting that we can only talk about racism if the racist actually wants to be called a racist, and isn’t a potential voter. In other words, we can never talk about this. The fact that the bigotry isn’t a factor one way or the other in how so many people chose to vote yesterday, far from being a reason to change the subject, is exactly what I am so concerned about.
Ukip want to present the case that the party is accidentally stirring up racial tensions with their xenophobia, and accidentally riling up homophobes, but they don’t intend to do that. I don’t think it matters as much as they do what their intention is. If you vote for someone you know could be a racist or a homophobe or a rape apologist, then what use is it to me that your vote was cast because you wanted to send Westminster a message? If pissing off ‘the political class’ is really more important to you than whether the person you’re choosing to represent you and pass laws on your behalf is hateful or not, then, well, what exactly are we supposed to conclude from your priorities?

Answer?

You're probably a proper arsehole.

Big love. X

Monday, 9 December 2013

Sing me the songs that say you love me.

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 Nicolas Jaar has managed to keep himself rather busy this year with his 'Darkstar' project. With all that success, it’s still his talents as a DJ that really blow us away from time to time. Yesterday, on the anniversary of John Lennon’s death, Jaar has stepped up with a free mix packed with over an hour of eerie news snippets and haunting instrumentals. This is definitely recommended listening for your Monday morning. Check out a stream of the mix below, also available as a free download. Regarde,,,,,
    

Monday, 25 November 2013

Vladimir Ivkovic. The best DJ you've probably never heard of.

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Vladimir Ivkovic – family man, huge collector, music lover, 'Desolat Music' label manager and resident of the seminal Salon des Amateurs in Düsseldorf IS the best DJ you've probably never heard of!!
Well, that might be over egging his elusiveness a tad but in our defence his is not a name that exactly swarms round in conversations when people are chatting about great DJ's, but great DJ he is! Vladimir began playing a pivotal role in Belgrade’s first “house” parties in the earliest 90s and soundtracking their surreal gatherings at the sea. His sound is very much the unifying section in middle of an ALFOS/World Unknown Venn diagram. Amazingly eclectic, sometimes frustratingly obscure but never less than entertaining. His musical footprint is almost as difficult to track down as some of the records on his mixes with only a handful of his recordings huddled in the deepest recesses of the internet (each one of them the sort of mix that just makes you want to give up, then and there and chuck your own records away.)
This set, recorded live in Belgrade last December has been sat on the hard drive here at TOLAS headquaters for a few months now so it's well overdue an airing. So sit back, pour yourself a cold one and if you've not heard Vladimir before, prepare to have your lid blown. Big love. X


Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Richard Fearless * Cold Wave set, live from Leather Boy, London.

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Applying Arthur C. Clark’s observation that “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic” to music, art and ideas is not necessarily a bad thing. We all need a little magic in our lives – whether you subscribe to Dawkin’s ‘Magic of reality’ or de Botton’s ‘Religion for Atheists’ they can both be seen as very similar desire in humanity. Accepting the need within us to love a little social something of the world and humanity that is listened to, seen or thought and talked about as an inspiringly magical moment is a rather special thing.
This mix is about this magic – the stuff we could all replicate with instruction and time, but somewhere within our nature prefer to treat as a special talent or gift or magic – the moments when we experience or take part in something, as creator or observer, that we don’t necessarily have a logical reason for doing, but embrace and love.

And if you believe any of that, I've got a bag of magic beans I'm getting rid of for a decent price,,,,