I'm bored, its windy and rainy - and i feel a little meh; so the perfect reason to randomly blog about music I'm liking currently. Some are old tracks I've re-discovered and some are brand spankin' new-ish but there all good.
After going through my CD collection I found my Cut Copy remix of Ladyhawke's Paris is Burning. Its not excessively fast but it picks up pace graduadly and has a nice chilled out vibe to it, definantly very cool.
The next tracks another old one that I properly discovered about 2 weeks ago, revealing I'm essentially about 4 years behind musically. Its Simian Mobile Disco's Hustler which I'm sure you've all heard. I over looked it largely because I don't have a lot of love for SMD's bare minimalistic song style but the song is to be fair awesome.
The next song is very very ace and brand spankin' new. Its Prodigy's own Liam H with aremix of Invaders Must Die - what a tune! He's re-fitted it with a funky new beat and sense of rythm whislt keeping everything that made the original ace - and its free here, NME Daily Download - Prodigy Invaders Must Die (Liam Hs Remix)
The last song is by The XX - kinda similar to the Ting Tings with their relatively simple paired down sound, but unlike the Ting Tings their actually good! They're a chilled out band that although in places a little depressing are defiantly ace - they're debut album out this year is stunning. The song itself is called VCR - relaxed, intimate and generally very ace!
Hopefully all the embeded videos and links have worked, laters :)
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Orange Skies - proofed and everything
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 place. It’s in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat amongst the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station, he leaned against a pillar with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that threatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delicious bagette 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 penny less.
He'd been travelling for a fair while, enough for passersby not fully engaged by the orange sky, or the surprisingly forceful mice, to notice his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair. This gave some the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact they 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 favours. On the bright side the orange tint from the sky was making his usually pale complexion look positively 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 was now useless. He'd been travelling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. The train promptly became delayed, so he took his chance to find some food. 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 negligence of such awesome confectionary. 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 ensued, he knew this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behaviour 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 there’s any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and aimless, two minutes passed before a look of certainty 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. Apologising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparently knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satellite link up. 'What’s 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 his eye sight could have been better and 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. Unknown to them both 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 blue of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to overtake the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else; releasing an epic chemical in to the air – epic 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 sober 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 bound for 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 money for a train ticket whilst trying to ignore growing gangs of mice, flicking particularly loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been a lot 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 place. It’s in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat amongst the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station, he leaned against a pillar with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that threatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delicious bagette 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 penny less.
He'd been travelling for a fair while, enough for passersby not fully engaged by the orange sky, or the surprisingly forceful mice, to notice his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair. This gave some the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact they 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 favours. On the bright side the orange tint from the sky was making his usually pale complexion look positively 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 was now useless. He'd been travelling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. The train promptly became delayed, so he took his chance to find some food. 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 negligence of such awesome confectionary. 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 ensued, he knew this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behaviour 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 there’s any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and aimless, two minutes passed before a look of certainty 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. Apologising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparently knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satellite link up. 'What’s 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 his eye sight could have been better and 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. Unknown to them both 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 blue of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to overtake the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else; releasing an epic chemical in to the air – epic 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 sober 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 bound for 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 money for a train ticket whilst trying to ignore growing gangs of mice, flicking particularly loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been a lot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
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