Tuesday 17 November 2015

Dean Blunt - UK2UK Mix


bangin lemon
back2mine
cookies
ESCROW
pagans ft arca
young blood
bright
breddas
fonda
exit wounds ft dj escrow

Julian Cope - All The Blowing-Themselves-Up Motherfuckers (Will Realise The Minute They Die That They Were Suckers)

Seems to me The War Against Terror (TWAT) is working out as well as The War Against Drugs


'Vous n’aurez pas ma haine' ('You won't have my hatred')

Letter from Antoine Leiris who lost his wife in the Paris attacks

Waleed Aly calls for unity among Muslims and non Muslims

The Ex with Ken Vandermark - Live @WFMU's Monty Hall (23/10/15)

Étudiants Musulmans de France EMF: #NousSommesUnis (We Are United)

Tackhead Interview + Live (Snub TV 1990)

To Defeat ISIS, We Must Call Both Western and Muslim Leaders to Account

The Bedlam Chamber John Murphy tribute special (Radio Rixdorf)

On Friday 13th November from 20:00 to 22:00 Berlin Time, Jon Evans and Julian Percy together with Nikolas Schreck commemorated their friend in a two hour long tribute with memories and his music. There is a short interview with Annie Stubbs.
John Russell Murphy (11 July 1959 – 11 October 2015), sometimes credited as Jonh Murphy, was an Australian drummer, percussionist and multi-instrumental session musician who played in Australian and British post-punk, ambient and industrial music groups. He was the son of an Australian jazz drummer Russ Murphy who played for many years with the Graeme Bell All Stars, stalwarts of the early Australian music scene.
Tracklist:
NEWS - chop chop chop
Hymn of the satanic empire (cover)
Associates - nude spoons (peel session)
Whirlywirld - sextronics
Shinning Vril - schmerz (cover)
Louis Tillett - children of the cave
Naevus - meat on meat
Orchestra of Skin and Bone - sometimes
Current 93 - maldoror est mort
The Butcher Shop - iron pig
Lark Blames - mondo chimney
The Dumb and the Ugly - atmosphere 145
Last Dominion Lost - S.E.A.T.O
Hugo Klang - beat up the old shack
Knifeladder - suffer in silence
Max Q - concrete
John Murphy / Ben Taylor
Bushpig - speedy's splitting skin
The Grimsel Path - carousel (live)
Nikolas Schreck - tower transmissions (live)

sameheads.com

Monday 16 November 2015

Beyond solidarité: How the West can respond to the Paris attacks

Smashing Islamic State After Paris Attacks Poses Huge Challenges

Unfortunately I couldn't make the screening of this here last Friday

49 Islamist and FSA Syria rebel groups fighting both Assad and ISIS strongly condemn Paris terror attack

Via

Glenn Greenwald: Exploiting Emotions About Paris to Blame Snowden, Distract from Actual Culprits Who Empowered ISIS

Richard & Linda Thompson - A Heart Needs A Home

IR - Sacred Dub for Nelly Stharre (Dr Das African Anarchist Mix)


An IR track "Sacred Dub for Nelly Stharre: Dr Das African Anarchist Mix" honoring our dead friend and IR conspirator Nelly Stharre who passed away in tragic circumstances. Many thanks to Dr D as for this dub mix and to the vocalists Tohununo, Jimmy Dick and The Ghost. Lyrics written by Tohununo and The Ghost. Music by Dr Das.

Sunday 15 November 2015

This is the reality of terrorism

A Change of Strategy for ISIS?

Last night in Sydney...

Last night in Sydney, deeply engrossed in a newspaper, I missed my bus stop by a long shot. I looked up to see a neighbourhood I didn't recognise so I dinged the bell and was deposited outside a brightly lit Ferrari dealership.
I called an Uber and it found me there within minutes and me being jaded by cunning detouring cab drivers of the past I insisted my driver use the GPS.
"Ok," he said broad-smiling and tapped the screen, "but GPS, for all it's technology, does not have human common sense. Sometimes I shake my head at it."
I sunk down in the seat and we settled into the usual small talk, his shift hours and workload. I commented on new construction we passed on the site of my favourite old auction house. Sydney is changing fast he told me. Like everywhere I said sounding like a boring old crony. He was from India he said and knew the area well. I looked over and could see even with him sitting down he was small framed, his chin almost in line with the top of the steering wheel.
"Speaking of human common sense," he said bringing it back to the GPS, " I can't understand these who go around killing other people... in cold blood."
Although it's been on everyone's mind today it was still an abrupt shift. He'd dovetailed it into the conversation as if he'd been waiting to. I recognised the moment that sometimes happens in the driver/passenger relationship where the banal switches to the deeply personal, the freedom allowed strangers who are trapped in a finite time period together. I straightened myself in my seat.
"I'm a Muslim," he said almost as a confession, "and this is not what I was taught as a child."
I just sat quietly and listened. It felt like he needed to talk. He said he was praying at a mosque in Zetland when he got my ride request. He'd been praying for most of the day.
"These people say they act under the name of Islam. I've studied religion, theology. The etymology of the word Islam comes from a word that means Peace."
He told me how one of his teachers had explained to him that people will angle teachings of the Koran to reflect their own needs. The finance banker will use certain lines to justify his actions, just as the jihadist will do the same. We talked about how many other religious faiths have been exploited too. I looked over to see him wipe tears from his eyes.
"Doesn't the Koran have a basic law... like the Bible... that says Thou Shalt Not Kill?" I asked.
"Of course!" he exclaimed, "The second highest law says that if you kill a single soul it's like killing the soul of all humanity. If you save a single soul, you save all humanity."
We'd reached our destination, just off King St, but still we sat in the car and talked (he turned the meter off!). Light rain sprinkled the windscreen as we watched the Saturday night revellers stream across the intersection. It felt like we were two cops, from different walks of life, on a movie stakeout.
He quoted Koran verses often brandished by fundamentalists, robbed of their ancient historical context. We mourned the victims in Paris. We mourned the young martyrs whose minds have been brainwashed. "It appeals to their child fantasies," he said. We searched for some kind of coda that could send us both on our ways.
I tried lamely with, "Well, it's just something we all have to accept as part of our lives now."
"What were your first thoughts when you heard the news this morning?" he asked.
"Well to be honest, even though I knew they were all safe, I thought of my own family. And friends," I said striving for a better answer, "I felt devastated for the people involved in Paris. But always in a tragedy I feel a kind of worry for my family and friends."
"That's a value of life!" he said, "That's love! That is the only defence!"
We were both okay to end on that. I closed the door of the car and rushed off to my waiting meal with some of those dear friends. "I just had an emotional Uber experience," I told them, and my mind kept returning to it for the rest of the night. And now today I didn't wanna write this as some kind of statement. I just want to tell you about my brief random conversation with a sad Muslim Sydney Uber driver, who's religion is being taken from him
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Is the world selective in its outrage?

Two weeks ago in a single Assad airstrike on a marketplace in Douma, 80+ civilians were killed and 500+ were injured. Did Facebook ask anyone to change their Facebook profiles then?
Two years ago, in a single chemical weapons attack, nearly 1700 civilians - including hundreds of children - were gassed to death. Did Youtube change its logo in solidarity with them?
This is a serious point. This isn't just more moralizing. Doesn't anyone see a connection between how the Syrian people feel so absolutely forsaken, and the fact that IS can operate there?
The fact that the world says that "all human lives are equal", but it treats deaths in a European capital as far more worthy of solidarity than in a Middle Eastern capital, is a core ISIS recruitment point
Iyad El-Baghdadi
And I am guilty of not posting what happened in Beirut and Baghdad here too

Abbey Road

Alexander Anufriev

Inside the jihadi lifestyle magazine wars

Increased surveillance doesn’t necessarily lead to shutting down illicit networks

HERE

In the name of what?

A red rose, with a sign that reads, “In the name of what?” was placed in a bullet hole in the window of a Japanese restaurant next to ‘La Belle Equipe’ on Rue de Charonne. Photograph: Loic Venance /AFP/Getty Images
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Will terrorism destroy liberal Europe?

Syria's civil war explained

'If we don't know why ISIS did these things, we risk making some major blunders that play into its hand'

Truth


Circle Of Hope: How A Raw Reaction Became A Sign Of Solidarity

The Hunt for ISIS’ French Chief ‘Executioner’

Isis Inc: how oil fuels the jihadi terrorists

Eliminating the grayzone (the zone of coexistence) and rendering a world as black & white as their own flag. That's what ISIS wants

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From the ISIS journal Dabiq VII
NB: That searching for and or downloading copies of the magazine online may bring you to the attention of your country's security services

Saturday 14 November 2015

One more time

love, love, love

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NO ONE LEAVES HOME UNLESS

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fire under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets
sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fire
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
the
go home blacks
refugees
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
savage
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
drown
save
be hunger
beg
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
saying-
leave,
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here
- Warsan Shire

Peace. Love. Fuck Terrorism


WARNING: Contains graphic scenes

Space Ace's heart for the people of Paris


Libération editor Laurent Joffrin’s op-ed

The barbarity of terrorism has just taken a historical step. A massacre coordinated in the heart of Paris and the Stade de France was conducted with cold determination, in order to kill as many as possible.
Even at the height of the clashes linked to the Algerian civil war in the 1990s, France had never experienced this level of violence. And it is France, its policies and its international role which are targeted by the killers. Unlike the attacks on Charlie Hebdo or the Hyper Cacher, which were precise in their execution, tonight’s attacks are acts of indistinct cruelty unleashed to inspire terror across the nation.
The sites of the attacks were all dedicated to entertainment and friendliness, were purposely in the line of fire, as a way to underline the fact that French people are now under menace in their everyday life, as they simply go out with friends.
We are horrified in front of the vastness of this massacre, and compassion for the victims is the most humane and immediate reaction to have. We first and foremost think of the victims and their families. As for the rest - it has to focus on cold blood and civism. French society should arm itself with the courage to not give an inch to the killers, and has to show vigilance and the undying will to face the horror with the force of the law and solidarity.
The Republic, its mobilised state and the law will take on the battle without trembling, with great efficiency. It is impossible to not link those bloody attacks to those taking place in the Middle East, where France plays its part. Our country must continue its action unblinkingly. Only our country’s unity, as with stand strong and voluntary and carried by our values, will allow France to take its greatest challenge.

Mon cœur 
est avec 
Paris