"...curse these rotten [mobile broadbands], these ruptures; enough is enough!"
the blog is almost gone but perhaps about to be regenerated... i've lost consistency and everything is mulching, audio and all... even my watches, fresh from Thailand via Japan via Thailand, fail to give up any time.
--- that watch that Coil had, running backwards ---
I've seen faces this year that i haven't seen in years: people from the past are appearing in the midst...
Even taking a turn on Facebook, laughing so hard I've slewn another kidney...
Running, running...
In Thailand the taxis are pink and purple and shades of green that only get seen under the influence of Salvia Divinorum, which might be the right place and time for the likes of Stray Ghost and Erstlaub, two heavy drone CDs, beautifully packaged from the kind kind souls at Highpoint Lowlife... music that sucks you dry, that causes immersion - Salvia would make it make sense, would force it to be the only thing you could listen to...
-- it's non-music -- reminded me in all the best ways of what used to happen when my old fruityloops would spazz under the onslaught of echo and overdub, making the laptop strain and gurgle and finally finding form in Eno systems of endless, repeating, undulations, each one a paraphrase away from the next...
I arrived from Thailand with a package, stuffed with listening... Thailand itself seems to have arrived at music late, it's pop steeped in old drum machine sounds, it's had firmly in the...
Of course, Salvia might take me, right now and so I'll keep well away... the cadets out there, the Drones and the cassette hounds might want to give Stray Ghost and Erstlaub a try but the highlight in the package is undoubtedly the 4 ep compilation Magnetism, That Electricity which bends its way into some of the best dubstep I've heard -
--- accidental dubstep ---
accidental and resolutely occidental; this kind of blankness and Blakeness wouldn't spew from the East, there's nothing remotely sunkissed about it...
--- it's electric and could only be --- there's no analogue to this, no acoustic tremor that would come to these conclusions....
...the best stuff on here (Fisk Industries though this is from the first few listens, could change; will) is pure electricity forcing the fuse and realigning itself with a beat, a heart... lots of the music on Magnetism seems to arrive at many of the same places as the Shackleton system but I'm guessing that this guy hasn't heard the Soundboy Punishments on Skull Disco, have come to their own conclusions...
-- 0re let the electricity, the magnetism, come to it's own end --
So far, there's no octopus in the artwork... the art is black on black, defying a quick call... but there should be.... I see an octopus, a metal one
the octopus is playing the music, like it did on Scatology, with Maldoror...
our hotel in Bangkok was psychedelic as hell, all colours exploded, a Sony Bravia advert rendered in stone and brick and paper and paint...
--- the outside nightclubs at Ko Phangan keep glowing and glowing, little raves that could be from the heady days (you remember, you EDDSON crews, you Mutoids) only with an all too healthy
DOSE
of
blue electricity and UV.
This might serve as a tiny moment of losing the Loki, or coming out of the anonymity, peering from behind the blogosphere... a memetical, it seems, already blown through the wintry wonderlands of doppelganger and kidshirt and cloudboy and countless others...
more faces, more midst...
The rain, when it comes, hammers down... the people stop for a second, just a beat, and then continue... dancing like dogs to what I'm guessing is mostly German techno
-- I've only seen the Love Parade on TV but --
Back to trance, to psytrance, to ACID house at one point... no glitches here, no spins on a theme, nothing mottled or crabby... people want to jump; it's hot, it's never going to get cold, there's really no need for any of that nonsense...
-- these are the friendliest people on the planet --
Bangkok is like Japan on the cheap in all the best ways... everyone looks healthy and attractive and happily serene... the safest city I've ever walked through in the dead of night... all around there's Thais playing at being Dylan or The Beatles or Oasis...
MOJO MOJO MOJO
loved it: made me aware that holiday is about holiday from everything... the music on my ipod could never fit into such a large space... could only serve to disconnect from the clapping happiers...
Highpointlowlife could make no sense at all in a place like that.
But back here, with the rain and the reign... and Obama and Hilary snuggling up and with the tiny whorls of househunters, cleaving the roads at night...
God, the UK... scatter!
Those feet never touched the ground, in ancient times or other..
Still, this might be because, in Thailand, on the islands, in the cities, everywhere
you
can
HEAR
the electricity
-- the whole network is bubbling, you're very aware of the idea of electrical POWER --
perhaps they can't bear to hear anymore, need to keep their edges smooth, don't want to be reminded of the sudden shock of shock
I wish I'd recorded the lines, Lamb style... I could swear that the electricity was leaking all over the road, getting into the minds of the Mangirls that cued our pool balls, sending everyone into too muchness...
Running, running...
Paris, nexus.
Next.
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