Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Counting down...

PARIS - Night of the Long Knives

(Thanx DeeJayPee!)

Chrissie Hynde & Joan Jett


The Enemy Within - Strike

Producers – Adrian Sherwood & Keith LeBlanc
Voice [Samples] – Arthur Scargill
Written by – Keith LeBlanc
Image: Thatcher's notes for abonded miner's strike speech

During the miners’ strike, Thatcher’s secret state was the real enemy within


Charlie Brooker & The Blockheads - Reasons To Be Fearful '14

From 2014 Wipe


Hawthonn - Epsilon

'...his best credential was he gave Nick Kent what he deserved..'

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Monday, 29 December 2014

David Simon on The Wire in HD

Thom Yorke - Youwouldn'tlikemewhenI'mangry (Free download)

Prying Eyes: Inside the NSA's War on Internet Security

HR Giger & Deborah Harry (1981)

Hustlers (Dee Dee Ramone & Richard Lloyd)

Via and via
Danny Says


Lying on Facebook profiles can implant false memories

Inadvertent Algorithmic Cruelty

Alec Empire: #31c3 A New Dawn

Stand High Patrol - Sleep On It

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Email to The Times by pianist James Rhodes after Farage was named Briton of the Year

(Click to enlarge)

Friday, 26 December 2014

Hollywood lawyers eh?

Simon Fowler


Did You Hear The One About North Korea?

Beets by Dre

The Queen's Speech In The Event of Nuclear War (1983)

When I spoke to you less than three months ago we were all enjoying the warmth and fellowship of a family Christmas. Our thoughts were concentrated on the strong links that bind each generation to the ones that came before and those that will follow. The horrors of war could not have seemed more remote as my family and I shared our Christmas joy with the growing family of the Commonwealth.
Now this madness of war is once more spreading through the world and our brave country must again prepare itself to survive against great odds.
I have never forgotten the sorrow and the pride I felt as my sister and I huddled around the nursery wireless set listening to my father's inspiring words on that fateful day in 1939. Not for a single moment did I imagine that this solemn and awful duty would one day fall to me.
We all know that the dangers facing us today are greater by far than at any time in our long history. The enemy is not the soldier with his rifle nor even the airman prowling the skies above our cities and towns but the deadly power of abused technology.
But whatever terrors lie in wait for us all the qualities that have helped to keep our freedom intact twice already during this sad century will once more be our strength.
My husband and I share with families up and down the land the fear we feel for sons and daughters, husbands and brothers who have left our side to serve their country. My beloved son Andrew is at this moment in action with his unit and we pray continually for his safety and for the safety of all servicemen and women at home and overseas.
It is this close bond of family life that must be our greatest defence against the unknown. If families remain united and resolute, giving shelter to those living alone and unprotected, our country's will to survive cannot be
My message to you therefore is simple. Help those who cannot help themselves, give comfort to the lonely and the homeless and let your family become the focus of hope and life to those who need it.
As we strive together to fight off the new evil let us pray for our country and men of goodwill wherever they may be.
God bless you all.

Elvis Costello - The Making of 'Almost Blue' (The South Bank Show 1981)


Thursday, 25 December 2014

Exile's Best of 2014

My top 5 albums of the year:

Swans: To Be Kind
Who would have thought when I bought my copy of the I Crawled 12" in Beaudisque in Amsterdam in 1984 that thirty years later the Swans would be producing the most vital sounds in their catalogue?

Black Cab: Games Of The XXI Olympiad

It has been an absolute joy to listen to these songs morph and gestate at Black Cab's live gigs over the last couple of years. If you haven't seen them live then do yourself a favour

The Bug: Angels & Devils

Damn! Kevin Martin has been playing my spine as a bassline for a long time. At first I didn't think that this stacked up against London Zoo but let it wash over you LOUD and then immerse yourself into this album that is almost the perfect segue of all time. Also if you can, get to hear the Demolition Dub EP/mini album that was given away free to gig goers in Tokyo. 
Google may be your friend.
PS: Kevin/Oz promoters. You seriously cannot play Adelaide next year and not drop into Melbourne to destroy a few speakers/nervous systems/buildings

Einstürzende Neubauten: Lament
After seeing a fair number of the brilliant early Neubauten gigs in London and Amsterdam and then being highly disappointed the two times they have visited Australia since I came out here in 86, including last year's ATP 'I'll Be Your Mirror' fest, I must be honest I was not expecting this album to be the tour de force that it is. Hint: If any band could summon up the horror that was the great war then that band is Einstürzende Neubauten. 
It's also very disconcerting hearing Blixa sing 'God Save The King'

Scott Walker + Sunn O))) ‎– Soused
So good I bought the vinyl (first for what? Twenty years?) just to get the ScottO))) tee shirt

Bubbling under...
bvdub: Tanto
Dean Blunt: Black Metal
Jane Weaver: The Silver Globe
The Delines: Colfax Avenue
Wadada Leo Smith: The Great Lakes Suites

Single of the year:
Oren Ambarchi: Milk A Cow With A Monkey Wrench

Band of the year:
Sleaford Mods

Gig of the year:
The Delines/Nikki Lane (Northcote Social Club)

Blog of the year:
Marcello Carlin and Lena Friesen's Then Play Long

Book of the year
Willy Vlautin: The Free

Discovery of the year:
Animal Pharma

...and peace on earth y'all XXX

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Ad Break

The Night Before Christmas (1905)


A Christmas message from Brenda the Civil Disobedience Penguin

Neal Cassady’s 1950 'Joan Anderson' letter to Kerouac fuels fracas

Nils Frahm - Live at The Boiler Room

The Church - Xmas

Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Speaking as an Englisher I gotta say Ol' Nick is right about the fugn fish'nchips

Dungeons and Genital Clamps

SERIOUSLY! The ignorance is fugn embarrassing


Ryuichi Sakamoto & Taylor Deupree - St John's Sessions Boiler Room Live Set

Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run Isolated Vocals


The DJ Producer - 25 Years of Raw & Raunchy Beats For DJ's

Björk reading nativity tale in 1976 aged 11


Bruce Schneier: Did North Korea Really Attack Sony?

North Korea is suffering a complete internet outage

Firewater (Beerlin)



bvdub - Sleep Tight, Ono (isolatedmix 50)

This mix intertwines two meanings: sleep and death (I know, so surprising, me and death). It was originally to embody the former, but ended up also taking on the latter, due to the time it was made. Plus I guess in the end, are the two really so different?
I’ve suffered from insomnia my whole life – and when I say my whole life, I mean it. I was diagnosed and began (attempting to get) treatment for it literally from kindergarten. So sleep has always been a strange, beautiful, frightening, monster that I’ve both feared and hunted my whole life. It’s often an underlying (or sometimes prevailing) theme in much of the music I make as well, as it is, unfortunately, a big part of my life and greatly influences who I am and how I see the world, for better or worse. Mostly worse I guess, depending on when you ask me.
So I set about making a mix to tell the story of sleep – yeah I know, wow, what a fucking landmark moment – an ambient mix about sleep. But it’s not just ‘music to sleep to.’ It’s more my personal account of the massive undertaking that is sleep – with all its fears, anxieties, concessions, and mostly elusive but occasional pleasures. It’s the story of an entire night’s sleep – from lengthy preparations, to failed attempts, to small victories, and the heavens that they hold, as well as the often painful but inevitable memories of the night gone by as I sit and examine it the following morning. It’s as much about the concept of sleep itself as it is a kind of diary of a night’s sleep in my world – not that I would wish my world on anyone.
But as it so happened, literally as I sat down to begin making the mix, I had a super small kitten, Ono, die on my watch. No I’m not trying to make everything I do about cats, don’t worry, but they are a massive part of my existence and everything I do, and anything I do musically is a direct reflection of my own life as it’s been, as it comes, or as I wish it would be… none of which I can control. Besides music, my other reason for living is rescuing homeless and dying cats, and my house serves as a sort of makeshift shelter (well I guess it’s more of a shelter for me, as they pretty much run it), and I often take in cats that are as near death as any living being can get. So for some unbeknownst reason I surround myself with intense suffering and sadness, or the intense risk thereof, on a daily basis. Well actually the reason isn’t unbeknownst, but I won’t bore you with it.
Ono was already nearly gone from starvation when I found him. I never really knew him, as he spent more time unconscious than conscious, but I named him in the hopes that establishing some sense of permanence would give him the spirit he needed to survive. After nearly a week of hospitalization and constant attempts to bring him back from the brink, I was unsuccessful, and he passed away. Strangely enough, it was as I sat down and was literally about to start the mix, I had a sudden feeling of panic and went to check on him in the other room, where I found that he had already begun his journey out of this life.
When I knew he wasn’t going to make it, it was too late at night. I couldn’t get anyone to take him out of his pain, and so I had no choice but to let him go through hours of anguish. I never went back to turn my equipment off, and instead just sat with him, petting him, attempting to be a loving voice, and tried to let him know someone was there, even though at that point I don’t think he knew anything anymore. It got me thinking, as I sat with him till sunrise, as I often do by myself, the parallel between the two. For years I sought ways to put myself down every night at any cost, both to my wallet and my health. How many times had I felt the night would never end… or honestly been willing to trade in the torture for a final end to it all? We all just want an escape, and for our pain to end… whether some of us choose or are chosen by death, or choose or are chosen by sleep.
I sat with him until he was gone, took him downstairs and buried him under a shady, quiet tree, and came back upstairs, sitting in silence. By that time it was already around 9 in the morning, and at that point I hadn’t slept in two days. As much as I wanted to attempt to do so, it wasn’t going to happen for a myriad of reasons. So I went back into my studio, where I found all my equipment on and ready, as I had left it nearly 12 hours before, and I proceeded to tell the story I needed to tell… both for myself, and for Ono, to wish him peace. I was tired beyond comprehension… but I guess that was fitting in a lot of ways. I made the mix in one take, turned everything off, and collapsed into my bed, where I managed only a few hours of sleep, but which strangely enough nearly exactly mirrored the contents of the mix, as it echoed its soundtrack in my subconscious.
This mix was made 100% live in one take on 2 Discmans and 2 computers (yes Discmans, not iPods), in a conscious melding of my old-school ways with the new, doing all the selecting and mixing live on Discmans (as I did for years with my ambient mixes, on the radio, and in chill rooms), while looping and editing live on the two computers simultaneously. I employed a weird, traditional (for me) method that I used for years – choosing at random hundreds of tracks and burning them to CDs – with no tags, names, or order. This way I myself have no idea what I want to do, where I want it to go, or ‘who’ I want to have on it. I just take the music as it comes, and let it take me where it may, searching blindly, only by feeling, basically like walking in the dark, rather than knowing where I am or where I’m going, instead finding my way with each step.
As with every mix I have ever made in my life from my first ever over 20 years ago (which, incidentally, was also ambient), there is no tracklist. Anyone who has heard the once-every-million-years mixes I’ve done before should be used to that, though, and should know why. It’s not because I think I’m too cool, or that I think I have something others don’t. In fact, I’d be willing to bet the exact opposite is true. I just don’t believe in people looking at a tracklist before they listen to a mix. You shouldn’t have pre-conceived notions going into it, be mentally already mapping it out, or have any judgments of any kind. A mix is its own entity… not countless small ones that need to, or should be broken apart… and it should be preserved in that way. You should just listen and experience, and go where it takes you. Simple as that. Just listen, just feel, and revel in the fact that not everything in life needs to be figured out – but instead just experienced, and to later echo in your memory in whatever forms it decides to take.
It's not a mix for the casual ambient listener. It requires patience and perseverance, but hopefully it’s worth it in the end – just like sleep… and life I guess. I hope it can give you some peace, and also maybe help those who, like me, are Sisyphus at the base of the mountain every night when others have been at the top for ages, sound asleep. Thanks and I hope you like it


Monday, 22 December 2014

Andy Gotts: Billie Whitelaw

Andy Gotts

HEGO: Peter Greste (MEAA Redfern Sydney)

Peter Greste

Islamism is no longer the answer

Four circles no overlap

Prosecute Torturers and Their Bosses