spoken words gems #4 : Japanther - I the indigene (2009)

Le dernier album de Japanther, au titre engageant "Tut, Tut... Now Shake Ya Butt", est produit par Penny Rimbaud, fondateur du groupe punk Crass. Il y fait aussi deux très beaux spoken word.

Japanther - i the indigene (feat. Penny Rimbaud)


bonus :
Crass - banned from the roxy (1978)

Le retour des morts vivants : TURZI à l'Elysée Montmarte

Dans les films de Romero, les morts vivants sont d'anciens hommes, contaminés par morsure par les hommes qui les ont précédés dans cet état post mortem. Quelques heures après avoir été mordus, ils reviennent à la vie et dans un réflexe instinctif de survie, ils déambulent à la recherche de chair fraiche pour se repaitre. Leurs corps décomposés se balancent dans des mouvements somnanbulesques, et après la quête de nourriture, leur principale occupation consiste à mimer à l'infini les gestes de leur vie d'avant, dans une parodie de leur passé.

On les trouvent alors prisonniers de supermarchés, de boutiques de souvenirs, pris dans leurs répétitions obsessionnelles. Ils ont toutes les caractéristiques des êtres humains, et dans certaines circonstances il est même possible de les confondre un court instant ; mais alors gare, l'erreur s'avérera fatale : c'est à ce moment précis que le mort vivant compensera sa lenteur constitutive et attaquera impitoyablement sa victime.

Leur conscience de l'état présent est inexistante, ils ne sont que le souvenir d'un corps disparu. Et ce que l'image ne décrit pas, lors de la rencontre avec ces êtres corrompus, c'est leur indicible odeur de putréfaction.

Mais dans ses derniers films Romero leur offre de plus en plus de place et de considération : prenant conscience de leur état d'asservissement, les morts vivants reprennent peu à peu pied dans le présent et à force de persévérance et d'invention, ils seront amenés à devenir l'espèce dominante.

Turzi - Animal Signal

Take ecstasy with me

Magnetic Fields - Take Ecstasy With Me

The Sinking Belle

Sunn O))) & Boris - The Sinking Belle (Blue Sheep)

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Cat People (La Féline)

You can listen to the full soundtrack on Spotify.

It's more fun to compute

The Units - High Pressure Days (Rory Phillips Mix)

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Pretty in pink

The National - Pretty in Pink

A pretty good cover of The Psychedelic Furs song by The National, and here's the original from 1986 :



(oh and this awesome picture comes from this freaky blog)

interview : This Immortal Coil

This Immortal Coil is a tribute album to Jhonn Balance - a founding member of Coil - who passed away in 2004. Stéphane Grégoire, the head of the record label "Ici, d'ailleurs" has invited several artists (Yaël Naim, Bonnie Prince Billy, Yann Tiersen, Matt Elliott (Third Eye Foundation), DAAU, Chapelier Fou, Sylvain Chauveau, Christine Ott, Oktopus, Nightwood, David Donatien & Nicolas Jorio) to produce moving re-interpretations of their favourite Coil songs. This is Stéphane's interview.

1. Your first musical memories?
My father playing Abbey Road for the first time. My mind was stuck with I want you. I was 6, the beginning of my deep love for the musical kind.

2. The best record you received as a present? / The worse one?
Nick Drake’s Fruit tree box for a birthday more than 20 years ago. The worst? I don’t remember the worst record I received as a gift, I forgot it immediately, no time to loose, there are too many good records to discover every day we have.

3. The first record that you lost?
Well I lost so many CDs… I don’t remember the first one but I do remember that I lost Terre Theamlitz's Soil album and it was really a pain in the… because it is my favourite and it’s hard to find now.

4. The name of your imaginary band?
This Immortal coil, but it isn't a dream anymore.

5. In which environment do you like to record music?
I don’t write music, I listen to it. All the time. But night time is the best moment to do so. People and cars are sleeping, less noise.

6. What will music sound like in 50 years / 5000 years?
Well, music is often a loop allowed each time to bring new elements by new technology. I hope it’ll be more rock and punk in that person's mind, no matter if it is electronic or classical or typically rock inspired, just that it will take more energy and revolt from the core.

7. Which underrated album will start a new musical genre?
Bourbonese qualk's Unpop.

8. Which album should never have been made?
Ha-ha I can’t only speak for one album, there are too many which should never have been made! I can’t answer. Every time I’ve had the bad luck to be in a place playing the radio or some kind of MTV stuff; they are full of things which should never have existed. Without an elitist or arty judgment, I dislike popular music most of the time. It tends to dumb down people. These fucking entertainers, artists or majors had their time.

9. Your favourite album to have a drink?
First Tipsy album trip tease would be the one.

10. Your dream collaboration?
Well I think I just did it with This Immortal Coil, Bonnie Prince Billy with Christine Ott & DAAU… but I’d love to do something with Ben Chesney of Six Organs of Admittance and Yaël Naim.

11. The record that freaks you out?
Hum, some old stuff from Popol Vuh or pièces from Penderecki and that's scary enough.

12 .The record you would like to listen to right now?
Right now, I want to listen to the garden score for Derek Jarman by Simon Fisher Turner. Precisely the part with Balanescu Quartet mixed with noise and industrial sounds, really awesome. I’ll play it at home tong for my own pleasure!

13. The film that tickles your creativity?
It could be No country for old men or Babel for recent movies. But it should definitely be Blade runner. I saw it the first time in 1981. I was 13 years old and it was exactly how I wanted to feel.

14. The little-known track that everyone should have heard of?
There are so many… Things behind the sun, Nick Drake or How to hang on a dream by Tim Hardin or All the pretty Little horses by Current 93/Nick Cave or I gave you by Matt Sweeney and Bonnie Prince Billy just to name a few.

15. An album or an artist you wouldn’t want to be?
Christopher Cross, Michael Jackson, and so many French singers…

16. The cover version you would love to do?
Sinnerman, Nina Simone.
All the things we ever wanted, Bauhaus.

17. The mashup you would love to do?
Jimmy Hendrix with Dälek or something which brings ecstatic and powerful feelings.

18. The text you would like to produce a soundtrack for?
An excerpt from 100 years of solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

19. Have you ever had auditory hallucinations?
Yes, I often have auditory hallucinations. I hear rhythm or music in quiet places most of the time, or sometimes in really noisy ones; for some kind of balance probably.

20. How would you like to die?
silently


This Immortal Coil - the dark age of love

Go to This Immortal Coil website, listen to other tracks on their myspace and go to the Ici, d'ailleurs website.

Dancing in the drone rain, a mixtape by the offline people

Babe killed my dreams. In this shack adorned with a cityscape I was melted and shrunk by words I wouldn’t understand. I walked past men lost in corners, carrying boxes to another place. I forgot what they said, a slur, when I strolled on a different side of the street. I was distracted by the sirens. I spent most of my life distracted. That’s what babe said. I want to play the harpsichord, hit some notes and a few drinks. I care about my act and like my looks sharp with a pristine suit. I feed on crumbs and smoke my cigarettes two fingers up in the air. And I create clichés to keep my legs standing. I scribble them in small letters hidden away from her gaze. But I’ve been seen through. Cut. It was well anticipated, perversely desired. The plucking was good. Some fall thinking they’ve been pushed, tipped over the edge. But sometimes it’s the legs which are too frail and the nerves detached below the lip. Babe’s in bed and I won’t wake her up. She’s allowed to have her dreams.

Achylles Brown

Dancing in the drone rain - a mixtape by the offline people by the offline people

Playlist :
01 ear - the koner experiment 01
02 ash ra tempel - silence sauvage
03 labradford - up to pizmo
04 colleen vs davis radford triad - echoes and coral smoke signals in the rain
05 brainticket - one morning
06 miwon - brother mole (john tejada mix)
07 ash ra tempel vs ricardo villalobos - le songe d'y g h
08 stars of the lid vs plastikman - dungtitled (in a nostalgik 3 major)
09 tape - beams
10 deerhunter vs plastikman - aquatik red ink
11 rafael toral vs craig leon - ring with three concentric amb circles
12 rafael toral vs domotic - there maybe an amb tiger

I want this for christmas

The way I feel (inside)

The Zombies - The Way I Feel Inside

Dressed in White

They all went searching for you Patsy.

It took seconds of your time to take his life

The Human League - Seconds

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I'm stuck in an infinite loop

Cold Pumas - Jela

"Like pitch-shifted Krautrock Jela launches in a gleeful pogo of riffs and falsetto vocals" - read more here

(found via 20jazzfunkgreats)

in between

The Field Mice - Letting Go

Play it loud.

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spoken words gems #3 : Orphans & Vandals - Mysterious skin (2009)

J'ai découvert Orphans & Vandals, par hasard alors que je recherchai la BOF de "Mysterious Skin" sur spotify. Un coup d'œil rapide à la pochette aux faux airs sixties m'a finalement convaincu de me laisser porter par leur "Mysterious Skin". Et puis un Londonien exilé à Paris, ça ne pouvait qu'attirer notre curiosité...

Orphans & Vandals - Mysterious Skin

I dunno what the hell's in there, but it's weird and pissed off, whatever it is.

Ennio Morricone - Sterilization

Japanoise

Boredoms - Circle

Nisennenmondai - Destination Tokyo

Some kick-ass new-age krautrock/tribal noise/psyche groove right from Japan. Enjoy!

French touch #6

François de Roubaix, en image :



... et en musique :

François de Roubaix - La fête des deux avions

Turn up the volume

Pylon - Volume

Mudhoney. Camden Palace 11/10/09

Oh, it's terrible. In a way I wish I could report but unfortunately I might have overdone it a bit. And, dear me, I've never smelled so bad apart from a valerian tea. It's horrible, and I don't wish it to any one to suffer this. Mark Arm just looked like Iggy and daddy M went for the mosh-pit and mr D had his drink, but there was a bodybuilder quite scary in front of me and who would have wanted to mess up with him? Too long I've been typing this. Go and see it or go fuck yourself or maybe i'm too old and you're on the right track. Also maybe you should be listening to the fucking reasonably good warm-up band I can't remember the stoner name of. Good luck, if I don't throw up I'm lucky. Good night and good luck and what a delight we have alka seltzer.
By the way, I've got a joke from Nicholson Baker's last book: 'Sir, is that a steering wheel sticking out of your zipper? Yes, it's driving me nuts.'

The Index

The Index - Eight Miles High

This song is a classic, but here's a cover by an obscure late '60s Detroit garage band called The Index. More info and full album download here. Of course the lyrics are about an airplane flight to England and nothing else.

Double Whammy

Because I missed the spot last week, today we're serving doubles. Firstly, only for you my little droogs, a treat from 8 bit: Drunk.

And secondly, on Mr P French's recommendation, needs no introduction, the delectable The Power of Positive Drinking by Lou Reed.

Enjoy in abundance.

No colors anymore I want them to turn black

Fennesz - Paint It Black

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French touch #5

Schizo - Le voyageur

Monster prog psych track from 1972, Schizo was pre-Heldon Richard Pinhas's band, featuring spoken text by Gilles Deleuze.

Chrome Hoof, JP Massiera, Magma. Barbican 06/10/09

It all started in that pub; the man thought it was a fake note. A pint of Courage, I had no change. Not a familiar pub I have to say but the landlord wasn't ready for any familiarity. A few minutes later my buddy B was passing the door. 'Great directions' he said. Quote. Usually I’m pretty bad at directions.
One and a half beer later we were headed to the Barbican. Got a bit lost on the way I have to say but that got us in the mood. Nice estate. Found an entrance. While cruising the elevator we saw someone looking like Nick Currie. Something about the style statement. Could it have been him? Most probably.
Trekked to the bar and found a bit of Pride; soon we were ushered in. I thought I got us some good seats but we hit the narrow end front stage. Looked at the crowd. Buddy B was intrigued. A good mix, a bit old overall. Introduction of the night to unfold.
The first band was about to come on stage: turned out our seats weren’t that bad. We were five feet from the dividing line, from anonymity to the spotlight. Sparkles of silver, Chrome Hoof glittered onto their podium. They walked slowly setting us in. To be frank the music's hard to describe. Not that I couldn't blend in some antonymous band's name but I would rather not to. It was Sun Ra for the Brick Lane crowd. Nice set, a handsome bunch. Suddenly another freak came out from backstage, slow paced, progressing like a chameleon. She took a first step then froze for a while. The tension came in. She was wriggling her body against the ramp. Would she ever make it onto the stage? It took her a bit. Then I saw another one on the other side. It was an act. I thought she'd been spiked.
They were hitting the half hour. That was enough. Too much to take in. The front row seats were still a bit spare. Then the wriggling freak went backstage: she'd meet up with her twin and the star of the night.
JP Massiera. A sample from Messe pour le temps present. They helped him on stage to the tune of some old blaxploitation soundtrack provided by Chrome Hoof. He looked like Ben Gazzara in The killing of a Chinese bookie. He walked like a snake to the other corner of the stage where his favourite toy was waiting for him. Some kind of sampler he was activating with a drumstick. He never got the hang of it. The beautiful MC from Chrome Hoof was twisting her body, hitting the floor with her heavy wand. Then Jean Pierre let it out: a loud crowd-possessing 'REEEE-PEEEEE'. Drunken style. Invigorating. And he did it again, and again. My ribs were splintered, buddy B was pissing himself. Then Jean Pierre went on for a quieter number. He was trying his best to stand still. Couldn't tell if it was an act. In any case that deserved an Oscar. By that time most of the crowd was baffled. It went on to another song. More fool-playing from JP with his little sampler. He couldn't work it out. Needed some help from the drummer. He looked happy tho, like a happy drunk nursing a bottle of gin. Then came on another song and some reading: 'Je suis un ivrogne et je bois'. By that time we'd guessed. He carried on: ‘Une vipere avale mon penis’ or something like that ‘et un crabe m’attrape l’anus’ couldn’t be sure. And that was it, time to polish it off with the first song. The snake biting his tail. The freaky dancers held him; he was twisting his mouth in convulsions off stage. My bladder was weak. Buddy B agreed, it was time for release, another beer and a cigarette.
The announcement pleaded us. It was time to get back in. Magma. They started with a nice number. Got the crowd a bit wild. The head-bangers lashing it on front row. Didn't know what to expect but there was hope. Not for too long. I wish I could have cracked the shell of pantomime but I couldn't join in. It turned a bit nasty, the musical kind. Ok it was in their weird language and the playing was good but I couldn't get into it. By that time the head-bangers were mesmerised so I couldn't tell if it was just me. 'You want a beer?' said buddy B. An offer I couldn't refuse. He went off to get some ammunition. I was studying the side alley. He came back with some good news: a beer and a sighting of JP at the bar chatting up some girls. The show was still on but it was at the bar. More panto, a decent solo from Charly Oleg on the keyboard. The bladder was weak. And I had to get some more beer. When I came back buddy B was half asleep. It was like being trapped in some wicked dream. The Guiness helped a bit; so did another apparition of JP, the high priestess holding his arm on the side alley. And he was off.
Magma went to finish. We had an encore: Kobaia. Started well but by this time I'd lost it. Some of the crowd loved it, the head-bangers waking up from their spell. For the others it was time to join the ranks in the urinals. We joined in.
Overall it had a good going and a silver-headed star brightening the horizon. French-Cosmic-Prog is not for me, but Jean Pierre, with your freaky combo you made my night and quite a bit more for the rest of my life. I hope I'll be playing the drumstick with the devilish temptress when I reach your mark. 'Je suis un ivrogne et je bois'.

Indian Summer

Beat Happening - Indian Summer

That song is just perfect right now

Warm Up

And tomorrow I'm going to see Magma live. Wish me good luck...

Will you marry me?

Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You In The End

Sonic Boom & Spectrum - True Love Will Find You in the End (Alternate Version)

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Swimming in a fish bowl

Pyramids - Sleds

from Pyramid's self-titled album out this year on Hydra Head Records.

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spoken words gems #2 : Scanner - Accretions (mort aux vaches)

Dans notre série sur les meilleurs albums ambient avec des spoken words, voici le live de Robin Rimbaud aka Scanner enregistré pour la radio VPRO en 1996. Il fait partie de la série "Mort aux vaches" et la voix est assurée par la mystérieuse Hilaire (des infos sur d'éventuelles activités récentes ?).

"I'm in a large house, with many rooms / I ask someone where the toilet is and they give me directions / I find the room but it is the living room decorated in 1920 style..."

Scanner - clustal


Télecharger l'album complet Scanner - accretions

My Way or the Highway

I know it comes late but who said it wasn't necessary?

French touch #4

Parce que la musique, c'est pas fait pour déconner, c'est fait pour jouer des envolées de synthé et des soli de guitare.