Bloc Party - One More Chance (Alex Metric Remix) http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=122&p=6705&more=1&c=1
Florence + Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) (Jamie Ts Lionheart Mix)search it in google, it'll turn up :)
Empire of The Sun - We Are The People (Sub Focus Remix)can't find it anywhere without radio talk over it but tis awesome!
These tracks are intense :) find listen enjoy dance
Friday, 24 July 2009
Orange Skys
Eminem is on the radio sounding depressing.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the world. Its in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat. Amoung the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station he leaned against a pillar, with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that theatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delious banguet on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being pennyless.
He'd been traveling for a fair while, enough for passers by not fully engaged by the orange sky, or surprizing forcful mice looked at his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair and had the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact hey were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favors. On the brightside the orange toint fromthe sky was making his usually pale complexion look postiviely tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched. He'd been traveling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. Thw train promplty became delayed, so he took his chance to find some snackage. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negilance of such awesome convectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping insued, he new this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behavior he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if theres any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and wandering, two minutes passed before a look of certanty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Appolgising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparenbtly knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satelite link up. 'Whats all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. The vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blueness of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to over take the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else, releasing a epic chemcical in the air in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sobre with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train to London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging monies for a train ticket whilst trying to ignor growing gangs of mice, flicking particualy loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been alot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the world. Its in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat. Amoung the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station he leaned against a pillar, with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that theatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delious banguet on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being pennyless.
He'd been traveling for a fair while, enough for passers by not fully engaged by the orange sky, or surprizing forcful mice looked at his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair and had the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact hey were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favors. On the brightside the orange toint fromthe sky was making his usually pale complexion look postiviely tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched. He'd been traveling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. Thw train promplty became delayed, so he took his chance to find some snackage. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negilance of such awesome convectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping insued, he new this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behavior he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if theres any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and wandering, two minutes passed before a look of certanty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Appolgising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparenbtly knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satelite link up. 'Whats all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. The vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blueness of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to over take the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else, releasing a epic chemcical in the air in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sobre with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train to London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging monies for a train ticket whilst trying to ignor growing gangs of mice, flicking particualy loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been alot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Between a rock and a hard place
I'm sitting on my bed feeling bored.
But is feeling bored better than reading Chomsky? After spending a day reading Chomsky I only made it 40 pages in, and lost all trust in mainstream media and organisations. Even blogger.com is probably a no no, I think its owned by Google, which is probably lobying the media or putting pressure on some issue somewhere :s
Anyways thats the choice, its even grey outside. Good times. Hopefully later I'll be bored, yet inspired and return yo write some kind of story :)
For no apparent reason, heres a list of ace songs to check out:
Sneaky Sound System - Lost in The Future
The Prodigy - Worlds on Fire (should be their next single in my opinion)
Bloc Party - Trojan Horse (John Bird Remix)
Rochelle - Chin Up (this band have some potential)
But is feeling bored better than reading Chomsky? After spending a day reading Chomsky I only made it 40 pages in, and lost all trust in mainstream media and organisations. Even blogger.com is probably a no no, I think its owned by Google, which is probably lobying the media or putting pressure on some issue somewhere :s
Anyways thats the choice, its even grey outside. Good times. Hopefully later I'll be bored, yet inspired and return yo write some kind of story :)
For no apparent reason, heres a list of ace songs to check out:
Sneaky Sound System - Lost in The Future
The Prodigy - Worlds on Fire (should be their next single in my opinion)
Bloc Party - Trojan Horse (John Bird Remix)
Rochelle - Chin Up (this band have some potential)
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