Thursday 7 January 2016

Home (BBC film of J. G. Ballard's The Enormous Space)

An adaptation of JG Ballard's "The Enormous Space," written and directed by Richard Curson Smith, with Antony Sher. A disturbing, darkly comic tale of a man who attempts to sever all contact with the outside world, by simply staying at home. As Gerald Ballantyne rids himself of the surface clutter in his life he is led to a startling discovery; a mystery about the house begins to reveal itself, though possibly only in his fevered mind. The changes begin to obsess and take control of Ballantyne, bring his experiment to a chilling climax

A message from Mr Agreeable

CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT AFTER CUNT - A STATEMENT.

Look, I’m getting fed up of the sideline sneering at Corbyn. The bloke was reluctant to stand in the first place but thanks to Blair’s scorched earth policy which deliberately prohibited talent from all sides of the supposed broad church of the Labour Party, he is the only option we’ve got - the one candidate who was prepared to vote against the Welfare Bill, something your Andy Burnhams, Dan Jarvises, Yvette Coopers, were unwilling to do, out of some ingrained, spineless expediency which until earlier this year passed for “grown up” policy in the Labour Party - ie, it’s all right to believe in Labour ideas in principle, but reckless and immature to actually propose putting them into practice.
Even now, with the issues as urgent and stark as they are, there are still people who wish to judge Corbyn in the X Factor, soap operatic, Andrew Rawnsley/Neil terms of “performance” - like that matters one fucking shit right now. It’s not the 1990s. We’re not in some snug, well-to-do, wry, jogging along, chamber music-accompanied political situation, despite the ambience the BBC insist on sticking by even now. Things are polarised. Evil, privileged, cancerously aggressive cunts like Osborne rule the roost. The days of smirking about the follies of trying to apply socialism in the “real world” are over. The days of imagining that there is a middle ground of convivial reasonableness we can all meet on and smirk genially and grown-uply are over. We go with Corbyn because he’s the only one right now and really, he is very decent indeed but very soon we get past Corbyn and usher in the new, angry, shit-your-pants talent that will explode our baby boomer consensus, demand of us why the fuck we allowed the political goalposts to drift so far towards the right, offer no resistance in the ideological tug o’ war process whereby that happened because we were too smirking and grown-up to deign to do so.
Anti-Corbynites: What do you actually THINK about such issues as Trident? Renationalisation of the railways? Selling arms to right wing regimes, including Saudi Arabia? Trade Unions and their role in modern society? The welfare state? Are you happy with things as they are? Because you NEVER EVER SAY.
Be advised: Uncertain as the electorate are about Corbyn, they’re actually a bit ahead of you in terms of accepting him, as Oldham showed. Produce someone. Produce a candidate. Propose something. Do something more than chortle at the follies of the “left”. Or actually put your considerable talents and energies towards the cause that’s presently being fought. Don’t regard it as beneath your dignity to show some solidarity. Ahh, but Hamas. Friends, Hamas. Hamas, friends. Know what? If Corbyn was fervently pro-Israel, I’d still vote for him. If Corbyn said, “I am against the selling of arms to right wing regimes, except Israel, of course, that’s an exception, because Islamofascism, etc”, I’d STILL vote for him. I’d think it was a bit bloody weird but I’d vote for him. Because domestic politics is all that counts. We haven’t the faintest fucking hope of influencing events in The Middle East, frankly, so so what? British people dwelling on foreign policy is a form of deluded, neo-imperialist displacement, however well-meaning - there’s shit closer to home we should be dealing with.
Seriously. I know, George Galloway, George Galloway, isn’t the left dreadful, George Galloway, George Galloway, is that what you want, President for life George Galloway? Look, here are the active, actually influential people we’re ranged against. Cameron. Richard Branson. Kay Burley. Rupert Murdoch. Katie Hopkins. Paul Dacre. Louise Mensch. Trump. Boris Johnson. Richard Desmond. Nameless twats who remain all the more effective for being nameless, quietly, behind the scenes. Cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt after cunt.
Seriously. Things promise to get very serious. Get on the right side of history.

George Micalef R.I.P.

He'll be up there jamming with Lemmy now

La Fête (est Finie): Music by 3D & Young Fathers

A short, immersive film exploring the embers of a party that has to end. Directed & produced by Mark Donne & Joe Morris
I do wish I was heading to Young Fathers tonight...oh well

Stockhaussen (ft. Keren Batok) - Void

I really like this and NOT just because it features my Georgian friend Keren Batok and as Keren said:

I have too many emotions and difficult feelings and in fact want to say "Thanks" to Angel, because as you all know I am not singer and I do not have any practice in working on song or working with music so for me it was first time and we were doing everything possible to make our collaboration happen since Angel asked me to write lyrics and sing it, instead of thousand kilometers which lay between us and time zone which is absolutely different!

More from Angel Stockhaussen here http://www.stockhaussen.com/

This is just frightening

Tuesday 5 January 2016

Paul Bley R.I.P.

Paul Bley, renowned jazz pianist, died January 3, 2016 at home with his family. Born November 10, 1932 in Montreal, QC, he began music studies at the age of five. At 13, he formed the “Buzzy Bley Band.” At 17, he took over for Oscar Peterson at the Alberta Lounge, invited Charlie Parker to play at the Montreal Jazz Workshop, which he co-founded, made a film with Stan Kenton and then headed to NYC to attend Juilliard.

His international career has spanned seven decades. He's played and recorded with Lester Young, Ben Webster, Sonny Rollins, Charles Mingus, Chet Baker, Jimmy Giuffre, Charlie Haden, Paul Motian, Lee Konitz, Pat Metheny, Jaco Pastorius and many others. He is considered a master of the trio, but as exemplified by his solo piano albums, Paul Bley is preeminently a pianists' pianist.
He is survived by his wife of forty three years, Carol Goss, their daughters, Vanessa Bley and Angelica Palmer, grandchildren Felix and Zoletta Palmer, as well as daughter, Solo Peacock. Private memorial services will be held in Stuart, FL, Cherry Valley, NY and wherever you play a Paul Bley record.
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Monday 4 January 2016

Ian Dury & The Blockheads - Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll (John Peel Session Version)

Sunday 3 January 2016

The Clash - Guns of Brixton (The Bug ft. The Spaceape Unreleased Remix)

As Kevin said on Facebook:
This was an officially commisioned remix, as sanctioned by Kyle/Microsoft...
Stephen (The Spaceape) loved this, as did Kyle and I, but the Clash member's family estates wouldn't agree to it bein released due to internal wrangles...
Shame...c'est la vie...
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The Bug ft Spaceape - Systems (Unreleased Dubplate)

The Bug ft The Spaceape - Crossfire (Unreleased Demo)

I posted these three unreleased Bug/Spaceape tunes to say 2016 will be another year when Stephen Gordon, aka The Spaceape will not be forgotten...

Friday 1 January 2016

Twenty Seconds To Comply: AWS and the Recognition of Surrender

Contrast and compare

Original Designs -https://www.behance.net/gallery/16129389/Animal-Logos-Vol-1 Dentsu (Agency who copied my design) winning award - http://www.kancilawards.com/2015/outdoor-advertising/22-outdoor-advertising-posters-silver-cross-river-gorilla-dentsu-utama
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Charlie Brooker's 2015 Wipe

http://49.media.tumblr.com/ddeffb6985deab1cdb1c5bb0685c2a14/tumblr_mieukcS6ak1qcmtsio1_400.gif

Karl Ove Knausgaard: The Terrible Beauty of Brain Surgery

Happy new year from all of us at Exile Towers

გილოცავ ახალ წელს

buon anno

šťastný nový rok

godt nytår
幸せ新しい年

gelukkig nieuwjaar

manigong bagong taon

hyvää uuttavuotta
新年快樂

godt nytt år

szczęśliwego nowego roku

с новым годом

feliz año nuevo

chúc mừng năm mới

bonne année

Frohes neues Jahr

ευτυχισμένο το νέο έτος

שנה טובה

नया साल मुबारक हो

selamat tahun baru

laimīgu Jauno gadu

laimingų Naujųjų metų

كل عام وأنتم بخير

새해 복 많이 받으세요

Ghetto Priest - Auld Lang Syne/The Slave's Lament Live mix by Adrian Sherwood
Have fun and cause trouble XXX

Wednesday 30 December 2015

Lemmy

OK I have a few Lemmy stories but my fave is yet another night when I was working in Dingwalls back in early eighties London and Lemmy was (as per) there and playing the machines and come closing time, (technically 2 but 3AM by the time all was finished) his trick usually was to borrow one of the BIG bottles of vodka that went up on the optic and the next day about 5PM - just as I was bottling from the night before - a replacement would arrive by taxi but this night he asked me what I was doing and I said I was just going back to my girlfriend's place up in Tufnell Park. now at this point I should say that Deb E who he knew was a young blonde rock chick who prob fitted in with his preferred demographic of women but whatever...anyway we had to walk I don't know half hour or 40 mins up the road and he suddenly stopped half way and offered me a couple of these black six sided large pills which I had never seen before. Fuck me! It was how I imagine adrenalin would feel injected straight into your heart with the added 'bonus' of immediate lockjaw! I couldn't speak my teeth were that clenched. But I prob walked a bit faster up the road *ahem.
Anyway getting up to Deb's place I'd forgotten that Roddy from the Specials was crashing up at our place that night. Now I'd always loved Roddy's company especially when I found out he was called Roddy Radiation because his face turned red when he drank beer!!! I also really liked his post Specials band The Tearjerkers and I still have my old denim jacket with that logo on the back, prob doesn't fit me anymore but hey ho...
Anyway on the walk we'd chatted at my instigation about hippies (as one thing I cannot stand...) and it was interesting as Hawkwind were never hippies in my book (and the amount of times I fell asleep to Space Ritual with those big mid 70's 'cans' stuck to my head. Boy did my head hurt the next day...) and there was some other stuff after asking about his dad etc...anyway get to Deb's place oh and fuck me Roddy is in tears...he'll never get back to the USA again to get great clothes again etc etc. A bit of speed in Roddy's blood and a wee bit of the vodka that suddenly appeared and oh man...one of the best nights ever. Rock'n'roll tales, talking about this and that with all of us with the biggest smiles. I at that time had a particularly good relationship with a (some would say well dodgy but I wouldn't)) kebab place around the corner and they are STILL there come 8AM or so...and so it went on until about midday. One of my fave nights for sure...as he left Lemmy gave me the address of his flat in Notting Hill/Ladbroke Grove (wherever) and said come round anytime but it was not my stomping ground at all and besides he was nearly always round at my workplace.
He was a fugn gentleman.

Lemmy's Flight Case

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Guru Josh R.I.P.

John Bradbury R.I.P.

John Bradbury dead: The Specials drummer 'Brad' dies aged 62

HA!

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Peppa Pig is into Sunn O)))

Tuesday 29 December 2015

Ad Break: Fellini for Banco Di Roma

Built For Speed

...and dig Phil's tee
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Motörhead - Sympathy For The Devil

I'm not even going to hold that against him

Lemmy R.I.P.

Born to lose. Live to win
Art: Russell McEwan
Paul Westerberg & Bob Mould - Ace of Spades

Monday 28 December 2015

What happened when slaves and free men were shipwrecked together

It is time for Australia to set the refugees free

Not since the Second World War has there been displacement of people on the scale that occurred in 2015; nor it seems, since that dark nadir of the 20th century, has there been such ugly division over how millions of people fleeing war and persecution might be helped.
They sailed in tiny rubber boats or wooden fishing vessels. They tramped through fields and along railway tracks, with children slung over their shoulders and old people leaning on canes. Some nations built wire fences and walls to keep them out. Some deployed armed forces, water cannon and dogs to deter them at border crossings.
Terrorism and civil wars have destabilised the governments of their nations, and always the wickedness of persecution rolls on. But instead of demonstrating compassion and care for the disadvantaged and dispossessed, political opportunists and fear-mongers have fomented wicked cynicism, racism and malice.
In Australia, our government continues to use the most despicable tactics to deter asylum seekers. For the past two years, this nation has turned back boats at sea, directing them to other countries. It has detained asylum seekers on naval vessels and handed them back to nations that persecute them for fleeing. Have we shown these people that this is a nation governed by wise and kindly people, or by political grandstanders pursuing their own interests?
The Age believes strongly, and we will say this until the policy ends, that the strategy of turning back boats carrying asylum seekers is ignoble. It demonstrates a paucity of imagination. It has been ruthlessly executed, without proper regard for the asylum claims of those people intercepted. And it has brought this nation into disrepute around the world.
The asylum seekers who arrive here have not broken the law. We will say it again: they are not "illegals". They have used the avenues allowed to anyone under international law – under the United Nations covenants to which Australia subscribes – to seek refuge from all forms of persecution.
It is time to call an amnesty, to end the imprisonment of people who came here seeking help and a better life. It is time to recognise that jailing people in detention facilities for years on end, denying them hope or any alternative, and treating them without compassion, is the most inhumane thing that we could do – short of shipping them back to the situation that they fear in their own countries.
No good can possibly be served by detaining people a day longer in camps in Third World nations. No good is served by denying refugees who are living in Australia the right to work. No good comes from demonising refugees, by ostracising them from the mainstream community.
Good will come by dissolving the oppressive, offshore prisons, by allowing the 827 people who have been detained for more than a year (436 for more than two years) to be let free and to be given a chance to make their way in this country.
The policy of locking up those who did arrive on Australian shores before late 2013, and detaining them on Nauru or Manus Island – where their options, if resettled, are extremely limited – defies common sense. It is costly, and it is a corruption of our vows to pursue humanitarian principles.
We call on the Turnbull government to allow all asylum seekers who are found to be refugees to join our community, on Australian soil. Give them the freedom to be productive members of our democracy, and show the world that we are made stronger by doing so, that we are a compassionate and free people, a resolute and confident nation that properly respects the full range of human rights.