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The Chap: (Hats Off To) Dror Frangi.
The Chap's Clissold Park EP should be out at some point on Artrocker.
Enjoy Your Worries, You May Never Have Them Again
Double Fold, an album from Scanner inspired by the Nicholson Baker book of the same name.
Sourcing sounds from his own domestic tape archive and processing them digitally Scanner explores his own brittle sound diary, producing a series of contrasting moods that slip and slide around one another, yet never losing grip of the measure. Double Fold scatters beats into a warm seductive groove, hard digital lock grooves melding into rhythms that edge under the floorboards whilst pixellated abstraction tattoos it's way across the surface.
The Holiday Song
Just back from Sónar2004 in Barcelona. Well, bits of Sónar, anyway; turned up a few days late due to back trouble and so only caught the Saturday evening events. The Fira Gran Vía M2 is an impressive space (especially when filled with 7000 maniacs dancing to Jeff Mills) and somewhere above street level on the Nou de la Rambla makes an excellent location for people-watching.
Underneath the Yellow Lights
Worked in Westbourne Studios for a bit, before moving to less cramped quarters.
The roof is all the more remarkable when the penny drops: this is not some late-flowering work by Le Corbusier, or even Erno Goldfinger, architect of nearby Trellick Tower, but the underside of the Westway. Celebrated in song by the Clash, the Westway is the elevated A40(M) that, since 1970, has sent heavy traffic snaking in and out of central London.... The [developers] are hoping to go one step further: they are seeking permission to create a roof garden for their tenants. The views from the top of Westbourne Studios are spectacular. Here, the London skyline, in all its messy glory, can be experienced in the round. Traffic scythes through the core of the building; main-line and tube trains make pincer movements around it. The sky is laced with jets whirring into Heathrow at two-minute intervals. A vision of hell for some, perhaps, but an urban rhapsody for young creatives responding to the capital's around-the-clock buzz.
Still haven't figured out why so many people took their dogs along, though.
No UFO's
Who would have thought that the universe sounds like a game of Defender? Moon Cresta would've been better, mind.
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Keep It On Ze Rinky-dink
Time passes. Things happen. Beer is drunk. No functionality is added (to the weblog, at least). Re-design? Don't even go there. Just get that twig out of your helmet and unpeel a fresh C90 cassette tape.
OK, proceed.