[E.O.M.S.]

Sunday, 7 March 2021

Another Music In A Different Kitchen (NME 24/4/82)

Saturday, 6 March 2021

Psyche Ward 101 (A) Mix

A mix to take you out of your head

Tracklist:

1 Midnight Tim Blake

2 I Don't Love Me Anymore Oneohtrix Point Never

3 So Slow (The Orb in Atlas Remix) Wir

4 Heavy Drug Unkle

5 Love Is A Parasite Blanck Mass

6 Errors of Conclusion Tangent

7 Desires Are Already Memories (feat. Adam Bryanbaum Wiltzie & Dustin O'Halloran) A Winged Victory For The Sullen

8 Nan True's Hole Hatfield and the North

9 Vainglorious Boys Peter Hammill

10 Space Ace Wrangler

11 Promise of Water Angels of Light

12 A Love From Outer Space (Venusian Dub) A.R. Kane

13 Low Tech Predator The Curse Of The Golden Vampire

14 El Prado to San Rafael The KLF

15 Take Just A Little Heather Leigh

16 Desires Are Already Memories (Reprise) A Winged Victory For The Sullen

17 Walking Thru Walls Jonnine

18 24 Track Loop This Heat

19 LSD Dub Hempolics

20 Dear Prudence Siouxsie & The Banshees

21 Theme For Great Cities Simple Minds

22 Such A Shame (Extended 12" Mix) Talk Talk

The Game (Who or What Is This Tackhead Trash?) Mix

Tracklist:

1 You'll Never Walk Alone The Kop

2 The Game (Versions) Tackhead

3 You'll Never Walk Alone The Kop

4 The Game (Live in Amsterdam) Interference

BONUS:

My eldest son 30 odd years ago proudly wearing his Tackhead cap. Learnt to count with the old 1-2-3-4 ROCK THE HOUSE DOWN chant too

St. Vincent - Pay Your Way In Pain

Sounds Of A City: Liverpool (BBC Radio 6 Music broadcast: 29th March 2019)

Ahead of the 6 Music Festival, another chance to hear DJ Colleen 'Cosmo' Murphy turn her attention across the Peaks to one of the UK's most important musical cities; Liverpool. Focusing on the Teardrop Explodes Kilimanjaro album, we talk to Julian Cope about how he made the album, why he moved to Liverpool, and why he always travelled to the studio on an invisible horse. Colleen also looks at how Liverpool and Psych are inextricably linked, the importance of Soul Music to the area, how the nightclub Eric's and record shop Probe inspired a scene, and Liverpool's isolation from the rest of the country has helped create an outlook like no other.

Colleen speaks with Shack's Michael Head who grew up surrounded by the influence of the Teardrop Explodes: Holly Johnson, of Frankie Goes to Hollywood, discusses the role of Liverpool's flamboyant gay scene played in the burgeoning post-punk scene: DJ Greg Wilson casts his critical ear over an 80s Liverpool still living under the eclipse of The Beatles: author Mark Cooper shares his thoughts on the rivalry between Echo & the Bunnymen and the Teardrops. Colleen also meets Stealing Sheep's Emily Lansley, who is at the vanguard of a younger generation of musicians who embrace Liverpool's psychedelic sound. And if all of that wasn't enough, Zoo Records and KLF founder Bill Drummond shares two of his one minute presentations about the album.

First broadcast in 2015

The Teardrop Explodes - Ha Ha I'm Drowning [Mercury]

Jean-Jacques Burnel - Do The European [United Artists]

The Teardrop Explodes - Sleeping Gas [Mercury]

The Fall - C'n'C-S Mithering [Rough Trade]

Deaf School - All Queued Up [Warner Bros.?]

The Beatles - Tomorrow Never Knows [Parlophone]

The Doors - Strange Days [Elektra]

The Electric Prunes - I Had Too Much To Dream (Last Night) [Knight]

The Teardrop Explodes - Poppies In The Field [Mercury]

Dexys Midnight Runners - Geno [Mercury]

The Teardrop Explodes - Reward [Mercury]

Echo & The Bunnymen - Rescue [WEA]

The Teardrop Explodes - Books [Mercury]

Echo & The Bunnymen - Read It In Books [Korova]

Big In Japan - Suicide A Go Go [Retro]

The Teardrop Explodes - Bouncing Babies [Mercury]

The Cramps - Garbageman [I.R.S.]

Can - Yoo Doo Right Captain Beefheart - Big Eyed Beans From Venus [Reprise]

Howlin’ Wolf - Tail Dragger [Chess]

Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Kill The Pain [ZTT]

The Teardrop Explodes - Treason [Island]

Shack - I Need You [London]

Ladytron - Ghosts [Vision Music]

The Teardrop Explodes - When I Dream [Mercury]

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Liverpool is my home town so appreciate this ZS

Jonnine - Walking Thru Walls

'Walking Thru Walls' appeared originally on Below The Radar 35 - The Wire (12/20)

Released March 5, 2021

Written and produced by Jonnine

Mixed and mastered by Tarquin Manek

Jonnine plays bass guitar, 808, wave drum and vocals

Photo by Gian Manik (photo concept and styling for To Be Magazine)

Angel-Ho - Chapter 7: Crisis of Existential Selves Mix

This mix is by the incredibly talented Angel-Ho - a Vocalist, Producer and DJ based in Cape Town, South Africa. Afriqueen Diva and Connoisseur of the Arts she is on the Hyperdub Music Label. This mix accompanies Chapter 7 of Planet Divoc-91 comic, which is written by Bobby Joseph and illustrated by Zara Slattery, with cover by David Rubin

Friday, 5 March 2021

ZÖJ are another band I have to catch live again soonish...

Photo by Mehdi Moradizadeh + Here's video of a set recorded at the Melbourne Recital Centre late in 2020 Gelareh Pour (on the Kamancheh and vocals) and Brian O'Dwyer (on drums) are absolutely fascinating on stage and I don't think I have seen a performance that hasn't left me blissed out. Good luck in Warren Country guys and Gelareh I hope all the hospital shit is over soon

Finally here's Gelareh performing 'Into My Arms' in Farsi which was quite a hit on BadSeedsTV

Recorded and mixed by Jonathan Gilmour

Gelareh Pour: Voice and Kamancheh

Mike Gallichio: Electric Guitar

Eshagh Pour: Translation

This is a rehearsal recording

A live version of this track is available on Gelareh Pour's Garden 'Live at Bakehouse' HERE

Mixmaster Morris - Tackhead Mix

Gary Clail & Mark Stewart live in the studio with Robert Barone on KUSF (12-06-88)

'well done!'

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All My Homies Hate Skrillex (A story about what happened with dubstep)

Billy Graham VS Human Nature

On-U Sound System Dubs/Mixes of Gary Clail's hit 'Human Nature'. Here with the original Billy Graham vocals that his Estate wouldn't authorise the release of. Hence the resulting Gary Clail version and here's the Perfecto Billy Graham remix of which allegedly only a few were released

The theme for SnubTV also used David Harrow's keyboard skills and features the same riff as Human Nature
Interview and performance

Never Meet Your Idols Podcast S02 EP 01: Mark Lanega‪n‬

Shane Levene: The Trauma of Beautiful Things

I feel it so profoundly that it comes through me as a sadness. But it is not a sadness; it's a beauty, a beauty so dramatic of all the sensations whipped upon me. It feels close to an insanity. Either the most perfect insanity or the most cur'sed. And I see it and feel it and smell it in all things, in every step and every breath and every shattered day or brilliant morning. It's in brick and concrete and metal and flaking paint, in leaves and bush and trees and plant. I come across it in the shade of hidden places, amongst the tiny European lizards that dart upon the walls and scurry down into the undergrowth. It is on the wet of dogs' noses and in the smell of their coats, sheen or soiled. It romances me in piss and beer-soaked telephone booths as I'm carried away on the whiff of metal and polished copper and coin. It's in the methadone clinics, the hospitals; in the cancer patients who stand outside, held up by IV drips, smoking and looking so wistfully at the dew dying in the grass. It's in the crunch underfoot and the chaffing of fabric on fabric; in gravel and snow and ice, in car tyres scrunching over grit. It's in the wild of overflowing gardens, in rose bushes in early autumn. It's in the long shadows of first summer days, in the haze of the distant roar and city spray where the Now feels like a memory and you smelled of fresh soap and water and it was something more than sex and skin and blood. I hear it in the sounds of builders and cries from up on high, in the afternoon drilling and the clink of scaffolding poles. It's in the dust and slop of freshly mixed cement and, way up high, in the isolation of great cranes stranded in the devastating blue of the sky. I smell it in the molten tar when the roads get relaid, in the uncovered bottles of tincture and ointment in Victorian dumps and Roman fares and paths. It's in rusted rakes and spiders' webs and sodden pines and cones and leaves; in the treated wood of garden fence and damp and dampened earth and mossy stones. I feel it in pine needle lawns in small southern Italian towns in the sand and ruins of Pompei and stretched out across the Bay of Naples. In the ghettos of Mermoz Pinel and Villerbaune and far into the distance yonda, Grenoble and then off to nowhere and early dreams of Europe and fiesta and dancing all around. In the scent of old books and printed ink the words themselves are blood in me and I've only ever looked at them in Georges Bataille and Dirty: gazing out at London we [almost] wept. In cherry blossom snow and terraced housing and fragrant streets, in parked cars exhausted under the beating sun, in sap and milk and milky grass as great days blow in and the city is a-bustle and the radio says it's clear skies across a beautiful London town. In the bushes in the thickets in the tramped and trodden porno mags on Hampstead Heath in bodies fucking through the trees and you wanted to swim in the lake while from the hill I watched the suburbs and we rolled in the glade and hooked ourselves on Scottish thistles while they screamed and splashed and played. In the alien nights in Soho, in the acrid smell of amphetamine, in the smoky bar of the Intrepid Fox in the broken bottles and indiscriminate violence in the faces gashed by jagged glass. In the spoon in the cook in the draw in the pin in the passion for life and desire for death in wide open eyes in your desperate climax in the soft of your breast in our myth and obsessions alone on the bridge in the black scorch of river which snakes through the heart of this murderful town past the point where I said "So leave if you can" in the "I'll walk you some more" in the "arrived all too soon", in the decision to sleep, holding each other, on the bench in the common in the freeze of the night in the healing of wounds and the beautiful trauma of young damaged lives. In the cafes in the coffee in the stir in the cup in the harsh bite of winter in the sulphuric night of millennium eve when the world came together and life was no good. It runs through me as a sadness. But it's not a sadness, it's a beauty. A beauty which clings on, stalked me around Europe and European towns and left me screaming for quit into polluted foreign air. It arrived one morning and stood standing five foot nine outside the Perrache railway Station. In the bare room of the St Michel hotel it was there. It lay with us in the carved wooden bed, lingered in the melancholy of deep night. It flickered outside the window in the blue neon gas of the vacancy sign, illuminated briefly her sexual fantasies of sirens and bullets, wept as she narrated the story of our failed heist, holed up suicidal awaiting the loudspeaker and armed police, two people dead and two more to follow. It drifted out those cheap black-market cigarettes, twirled like ribbon and dissipated in the dark. It sat warm in the earliest boulangeries and cafés, could be found in the fumes of the 6am pernod of the loneliest bars. It rang out from the church every hour and was in the funeral knell of Sunday afternoons. O My Love, let me ruin your life for just one more day. But she was gone, and it resided so terribly in the gone.

O it came and it pooled out of me as a sadness. It came through youth and I didn't know what it was. It was there in my sick bed during long fantastic days off school; came in on the drone of helicopters and the mid-afternoon screams and whistles from the schoolyard opposite. It passed by the window as a millipede of children, cruel and unruly, looking in and laughing as it made its way down to the local swimming baths. It was in the smell of chlorine, in pruned skin and warts and verrucas, in the hideous stench of changing rooms and sour milk, humid feet and prepubescence. It was in me and I don't remember a time when it was not. It roared by in the whoosh of freedom, expanded in my eardrums as I freewheeled downhill for life. Come each dusk I would feel it, would stare out as the sun collapsed and the city died, would want to cry over nothing I could fathom. It came in with history and it overwhelmed me and made me mute. And those were the first lashes from the whip and it was in the whip and in the lash and in the rhythm and the meter and the crack and the yelp of youth. It circled by overhead in the traumatic squawkings of seagulls, sounded in the high winds and arctic skies. It frothed out from my mother's mouth in the back of an ambulance and spread out in the bruises across her chest in intensive care. It comes through ugly and then turns beautiful, comes beautiful and ugly again. On a terrible night I wrote. It was the first time and it made me ill and she nursed me better. It was in me then and in the bright cold healthy morning. I woke up freshly damned and I wanted nothing more. X

Shane Levene truly is one of the most gifted wordsmiths that I have ever come across. Do check out his blog if you don't know of him. He has a seriously powerful way with words

PJ Harvey - This Is Love

Reeling With PJ Harvey [A Film By Maria Mochnacz] (1994)

Decolonizing Electronic Music Starts With Its Software

Live @Elevate Festival: Gudrun Gut (2020) & JK Flesh (2016)

Gudrun Gut JK Flesh

Kevin Richard Martin - Lockdown Grooves (Elevate Festival)

Better known to most of us as The Bug, Kevin Richard Martin acts as a shapeshifter between genres. His contribution produced especially for Elevate, picks up where his album series "Frequencies for leaving earth", launched during the first lockdown left off. In this deeply personnal project, he devotes himself to intensely immersive soundscapes that develop a uniquely dystopian undertow.

This contribution was first aired on Thursday, March 4th at 11:30 p.m. CET through Austrian national radio station Ö1

Tracklist:

Kevin Richard Martin - Untitled 15

Kevin Richard Martin - Shepard tone 1 (Low hypnotic)

Kevin Richard Martin - Untitled 7

Kevin Richard Martin - Untitled 2

Kevin Richard Martin - A Broken Home (Taken from 'Frequencies for Leaving Earth Vol.5')

OPN ft Roger Robinson - Replica

Kevin Richard Martin - Untitled 12

Kevin Richard Martin - Shepard tone 1 (High hypnotic)

Kevin Richard Martin - Untitled 4

Kevin Richard Martin - Refraction 5 (Taken from 'Sedatives')

Ana Roxanne - A study n Vastness

Kevin Richard Martin - Wife or Mother (Taken from 'Return to Solaris')

Kevin Richard Martin - Hallucinations (Taken from 'Hazy')

Robert Wyatt - Strange Fruit

Lockdown Grooves is part of Re-Imagine Europe, co-funded by the Creative Europe programme of the European Union. In Cooperation with Ö1

Elevate Festival

Mary Anne Hobbs 2020-12-04 The Bug Guest Mix

Abigail E. Penner: Drunk Mermaid Cat with A Cigarette (2021)

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Summer Faded Fast (You Knew It Wouldn't Last) Mix [Version2]

NEW MIX

Tracklist:

1 The Touch of A Stranger's Skin Gareth Sager

2 Bottom of The Sky Tashi & Yoshi Wada and Friends

3 For Suzanne Durutti Column

4 Morningstar Grant Hart

5 Token Spokes 1 Suzanne Ciani

6 Only Myself To Blame Scott Walker

7 Dada Was Here/Thank You Pierrot Lunaire The Soft Machine

8 Lights Off The Phonometrician

9 Token Spokes 2 Suzanne Ciani

10 Reboot Gary Lucas & Peter Hammill

11 Big Mouth Dennis Young

12 Fools Gold The Stone Roses

13 English Ghosts ft John Robb Humanist

Noise Against Fascism

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David Gamson - No Turn On Red

Released in 1982 only on two compilations - Sex Sweat Blood and the NME Jive Wire cassette. A Fat Camp re-edit later featured on a few Ze Records releases around 2009/2010

Sniffing Glue #1 (PDF)

Get it

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Thursday, 4 March 2021

Have Bass Will Travel

2 Bassists ; Bill Laswell and yours truly , in the dressing room , before a show in Brooklyn a few years ago . You never know...maybe before too long those days will be back again . But nothing’s ever certain is it? Pic by Yoko pic.twitter.com/hzhNVdyUQ2
— Jah Wobble (@realjahwobble) March 3, 2021

The Liverpool Reds, The Liverpool Blues

Kevin Richard Martin AKA The Bug to release another two albums later today

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[UPCOMING GIGS] Black Cab: 'Rotsler’s Rules' single launch both North & South of the Yarra

The new single is dedicated to influential LA cosplayer, sci-fi author and '60's pornographer, William 'Bill' Rotsler and will be out late March. The track will feature on Black Cab's upcoming sixth album due for release later in 2021

LAUNCH DATES:

Howler (Brunswick)

Friday, 16 April 2021

Tickets

The Gershwin Room (St. Kilda) Saturday, 1 May 2021

Tickets

I've caught Black Cab a couple of times so far in 2021. Both with limited sitting audience numbers.

Really looking forward to things getting totally back to normal as they are still currently the best live band in Melbourne and due to Covid we are still blessed with having Wes on drums...here's a couple of tracks recorded (a year apart) on my trusty Tascam. 'Untitled' from Jan 2020 before the lockdown hit last year and old fave 'Supermädchen' recorded at Black Cab's last Melbourne gig

Untitled - live at Nighthawks Fitzroy (Jan 2020)

+ Supermädchen - live at The Corner Hotel Richmond (Jan 2021)

The Films of Ex Banshees Drummer Kenny Morris

Blind Obedience La Main Morte Marilyn Summer House

Kris Needs on Siouxsie and The Banshees

Siouxsie And The Banshees: the story of the band who band who saved punk from parody and invented goth

Funnily enough a friend of mine had come up to Glasgow from London where he worked for Charisma Records and was going to catch The Scars live supporting The Banshees at The Apollo on the 8th September 1979 before possibly signing them to PRE Records. Of course the gig was cancelled due to the drama in Aberdeen the night before and we ended up going to the most boring party in Byres Road. Oh well never have seen The Banshees live but I did get to see The Scars numerous times

JG Thirlwell interviewed in Brooklyn, NYC in 1986 by Tim Ritchie (3JJJ)

JG Thirlwell is interviewed in Brooklyn, NYC in 1986 by Tim Ritchie for his radio show on Sydney's Triple J station. The interview is cut up, sampled, stretched and reassembled by John Jacobs, Tim's producer back in Sydney, resulting in a stream of consciousness of Foetal Excellence. This 30 year old piece of radio collage was recovered and remastered by DJ HDD in Sydney and is the first in a series uncovering Australia's previously lost radiophonic works.

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William S. Burroughs on Alex Trocchi, Jean Cocteau & Thomas De Quincey

It is notorious that in Bristol (to that I can speak myself, but probably in many other places) he (Coleridge) went so far as to hire men "porters, hackney-coachmen, and others" to oppose by force his entrance into any druggist's shop. But, as the authority for stopping him was derived simply from himself, naturally these poor men found themselves in a metaphysical fix, not provided for even by Thomas Aquinas or by the prince of Jesuitical casuists. And in this excruciating dilemma would occur such scenes as the following: "0h, sir," would plead the suppliant porter, suppliant, yet semi-imperative (for equally if he did and if he did not show fight, the poor man's daily 5s. seemed endangered) "really you must not; consider, sir, your wife and-" Transcendental Philosopher: "Wife! what wife?I have no wife." Porter: "But, really now,you must not, sir. Didn't you say no longer ago than yesterday" Transcend. Philos: "Pooh, pooh! yesterday is a long time ago. Are you aware, my man, that people are known to have dropped down dead for timely want of opium?" Porter: "Ay ,but you tell't me not to hearken " Transcend. Philos: "Oh, nonsense!An emergency, a shocking emergency, has arisen, quite unlooked for. No matter what I told you in times long past. That which I now tell you is that, if you don't remove that arm of yours from the doorway of this most respectable druggist, I shall have a good ground of action against you for assault and battery

Note: The passage Burroughs reads here is from De Quincey's 1856 revised edition of 'Confessions of an English Opium Eater'. It doesn't appear in the 1821 edition. The passage concerns Coleridge's (1772 - 1834), not De Quincey's, reported attempts to curb his own laudanum addiction, attempts so half-hearted & inept they're amusing, as Burroughs points out.

Saturday, 27 February 2021

COUM Transmissions: After Cease to Exist (1978)

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The last time I saw this film prior to watching it just before was at a showing at the London Film Makers Co-Op in Camden I think in 79 that also had all the memebers of TG present