There’s a trend in Indie music and it ends in -fi.  From the summer that brought you the ‘chillwave’ movement in music, there are now the lo-fi, glo-fi, and even no-fi genres of music.  Fidelity, of course, has to do with the quality of the music, or how true-to-life recordings sound.  Lo-fi, then, would be music typically recorded on inexpensive equipment (think eight-track) giving it that raw, noisy sound somewhat similar to the analog sound of vinyls, I’d say.  Expect some background noise and plenty of fuzz.  Yeah, it’s been done before, but it’s definitely making a comeback in the likes of Neon Indian, Wavves, and Panda Bear.  Though the suddenly increasingly popular genre of indie music may leave many fi’d up with the growing trend, you have to admit that it’s appeal is due to a uniqueness comparable to few other sounds in music, and, hopefully, there is plenty more from where it came from, to steer music in a new direction for better or for worse.

Some personal favorites:

Ducktails- Roses

Washed Out- Get Up

Toro Y Moi- Blessa

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti- I Wanna Be Young

Thanksgiving 1989

Jenny and I were living on Chittenden Avenue on Thanksgiving of 1989, we had moved from the downstairs apartment to the middle apartment right above. It was quite literally a move up, with the overwhelming stream of roaches that crawled in and out of the sink, walls and furniture mostly being confined to the downstairs apartment to be in closer proximity to scrounge through the trash littered alleys and sidewalks around the house. The whole surrounding area was a garden of concrete, blacktop, empty fast food bags and broken bottles. The second floor apartment was larger, and unlike the downstairs unit it ran the length of the house. We were student poor, except I wasn’t a student, just a poor schlep of a middling corporate record store manager trying to figure out how to sell cassingles and New Kids on The Block on the largest University campus in the country. It was a baffling proposition and if it wasn’t for Larry’s, Used Kids and Craig Regala I most likely would have blown my head off if I had the chance. Jenny was in and out of school at this point, majoring in Spanish and preparing for trying out for The Ohio State Marching Band. A nice dinner out for us was the all you could eat salad bar at Wendy’s where we would inevitably stuff some burritos into her purse for later consumption.

The house was large, three stories split into six apartments, we had moved in mid-ninety eighty seven. First moving into the tiny cramped first floor apartment, we had an ex-OSU football player who lived above us and spoke so slowly looking back he may have suffered a head injury playing ball. His speech was a cross between Rocky Balboa and a brick. Above him was an intense lunatic engineering student who once fired a gun in the air off his balcony when some tow-truck driver tried to tow his car from our lot. He once challenged my Green Beret brother to a fight at two a.m.; it was like a drunken Bay of Pigs. The two overtly masculine men staring down one another, contemplating who would make the first move against the others well known aggressive reputation; thankfully it ended in a few pointed “fuck-you’s” and “fuck-you too’s.” We had a steady flow of guests and couch floaters in the downstairs apartment. By the time we moved upstairs we learned our lesson for the most part when it came to letting people sleep in our house.

This was a period of timeless young insanity that masked itself as the gasoline of youth; when bravery made an appropriate substitute for foolishness. The apartment had a small bedroom and the living room appeared to sit on crooked stilts and the grime in the floor was a thick as cheap carpet. Moping the floor was about as appropriate as mopping a mud puddle but we loved having our own place. We decorated the walls with Jenny’s painted doileys, my father’s and grandfather’s are work and lone photo I took of Randy Newman after waiting outside the Newport for three hours to meet him. Randy asked if he wanted me to get someone to take a picture of us together and I told him that was silly because it was foolish to pretend we knew one another. He smiled, later that night he dedicated  “Louisiana 1927” for me. One of the first people we let crash occasionally was a south campus street musician named Dan Stock; he was from Cleveland and was roughly fifteen years older than us. Dan had matted dark black hair, a scar the rang the side of his face and an immortal cigarette dangling from his mouth. He would sit on the corner of 11^th and High and play shitty cover tunes of Pink Floyd and Eric Clapton songs. We got to know him over our vast love of the cheapest food and beer on campus which was a dugout pizza joint named Sandros. Sandro was a leftover from 1974, with a bushy mustache that enveloped his face and hid his cocaine eyes, he wore a beat up folded fedora that mimicked his hand-drawn signs that littered the place, pathetically proclaiming that his “1/2 lb. Slab of Pizza was a slice of Chicago.” One could eat a slice of “Chicago” and get a pitcher of oily beer for $5.

Dan eventually crashed on our couch, it was the first time I had ever seen somebody ever do cocaine; an episode that so horrified me that I forever had a fear of drugs. Dan was staying at our house for a few days and we walked in the living room and as he put down a small mirror a large chunk of his nose fell on the table. It was as big as a marble, a big bloody gob of meat that cut through the atmosphere like an overflowing toilet. Dan stared at us horrified as we did him; he had a small driblet of blood coming out of his right nostril. “Holy shit, Dan!” yelled Jenny. Dan, frozen in shame nodded his head back and forth. “Dan, what the hell are you doing in our house, are you o.k.?” I asked. Dan then picked the bloody marble up and stuffed it into his pocket, as if it was a wad of gum (instead of a piece of his nose) and he was just caught at school. He replied ‘wish you nice folks didn’t have to see that.”  Later, Jenny and I vowed never to use cocaine, a promise that she would sadly never keep.

The small apartment building next to use had three units that housed seven young women in all of them. The women appeared to be students who had decided to forgo their sorority house for their last years of school. Because we were so poor, Jenny and I would at time drink a twelve pack and stare out the living room window out into the small sidewalk that separated our house from the apartment building. We would hide behind the curtains and make quiet comments towards the passersby’s.  This was not at as boring as it seems, we were just steps off of High Street and South Campus bordered one of the most dangerous ghettos in Columbus so there were all sorts of people cutting through the alleys and sidewalks around our house. It was not uncommon to witness couples making out in the alley or between the house, drunken brawls and sheer idiocy. One time we witnessed one of the sorority girls leave her apartment, lock her door and fart. She reached in her purse, pulled out a small bottle of perfume and sprayed it on her ass. We burst out laughing as the woman looked hurriedly around her. A sight that has been burned into my mind like a prison tattoo.

The next year we moved upstairs. We decided we would travel to

Cincinnati for Thanksgiving, Jenny’s parents had split up and her dad hated me anyways, it made since to visit my mother. For many of our holidays we would travel with my Hungarian grandmother Isabel but I believe she was visiting Hungary during this period. Jenny and I loaded the large 1978 Ford LTD I owned with two months of laundry and set off for my mother’s house.  We feasted and spent a day doing laundry. We were always short on food and my mother made sure she packed extra leftovers for us. We re-loaded the car and drove back to Columbus, full of turkey and clean clothes.

A young African-American man moved into our old apartment below us. When he moved in we went down and welcomed him and met his parents who were both white and appeared wealthy. He was a nice kid who hung out with us a few times and seemed determined to make his way through college, leaving our apartment before too much alcohol absorbed the night away. After a month or so his behavior got more erratic and he would disappear for days at a time. Soon some shady looking fellows complete with sunglasses-at-night attire and stoic jaw line would be looking for him, pounding on his door with so much force it would rouse us out of our dream world and cause us to peer over the balcony and ask “what’s going on down there?” They would holler up “you seen this guy lately?” “MMMM, nope.” And we would slink back into our apartment and lock the door. Other times we could hear screaming in his apartment, violent terrifying screams that even seemed out of place for our shitty neighborhood. Our locale was better than the cable television we couldn’t afford.

We arrived home from Thanksgiving and hauled in the laundry, depositing it in the stairwell that connected all of the apartments but was usually never used. It made a deluxe closet. The next day I would have to work all day since it was the day after Thanksgiving. A month of Christmas music awaited me. Roughly two weeks later a stench started coming up through the floor. We had not seen the neighbor since before the holiday. We went upstairs and asked Kurt, the intense engineer if he had seen him. He hadn’t but remarked at how acrid the smell was from the stairwell. I knocked on his door and we gave it a few more days. Finally we decided to call the police, it was obvious he had either been killed or had over-dosed and died.

The police arrived and immediately agreed with us that somebody had died in the apartment below us, the smell was heavy and rancid. They knocked on his door and when no reply came they contacted the landlord and called for backup. This was exciting stuff. They entered his apartment and came up shortly thereafter saying that there was not a body to be found. The apartment was empty. They asked to check the basement and we let them in, soon a police officer was knocking on the door that led to the stairwell. The officer said “I have found your body” with that he pushed aside a bundle of laundry to reveal the Thanksgiving leftovers from two weeks prior. He shook his head at us and said “Maybe you guys should change your clothes.”

1974 – punk has begun and a new mentality in the minds of young people has been changed forever. Ever since influential zine Sniffin’ Glue printed three chords in their magazine with the words “this is a chord, this is another chord, this is a third – NOW FORM A BAND” people have picked up their axes and started their own bands.

With the influence punk has had, genre after genre, trend after trend has been created. Out of the ashes of simple punk flies out a phoenix with blacked rimmed Ray-Bans and a baggy white t-shirt with a beach printed on the front and you have surf-punk.

Merging punk, 60’s doo-wop and British garage rock – the ‘nu’ surf-punk (don’t mind the cliché) of the late noughties has won the hearts of the youth and giving a little nod to its peers.  Being bought up on The Beach Boys and The Shangri-La’s – and then buying numerous hardcore punk records and 60’s garage compilations has created a cluster of artists here in the UK, in it’s home of the west-coats of the States and even main-land Europe. Out with the cheesy Hawaiian shirts and sweptback Ken doll hair and in with ripped tight stone washed 501’s, baggy tees and a Fender guitar.  LA’s Best Coast, London’s Sex Beet, Frances’ The Last Rapes of Mr Teach and New Jersey’s Real Estate have emerged all playing an incarnation of surf-punk. A layered reverbed sound, simple vocal and a simple distorted chord progression mingle and craft sun drenched – sometimes veracious, sometimes laid-back guitar based rock.

This year and last saw a rise in Lo-Fi – groups such as LA’s No Age, Mika Miko and Abe Vigoda all attacked our ears and venue’s here in the UK like a 60’s British Invasion. This is where the rise in Surf acts has caught the ears of keen MySpace hunters delving into the database to find the newest thing to come out of (normally) the States. The laid back life-style of these DIY bands really hit a chord with us post-teens here in gray old Britain. Constantly seeing images of Californians hanging out down the local beach or partying with their ‘buddies’ and ‘dudes’ have made us realize that even though we may not have the pink g-string roller skating hotties and the beautifully contrasted palm tree’s (these people obviously haven’t heard of a little place called Torquay) us foreigners still know how to fuck up someone’s house and have just as good time as those Bay Watch mother fuckers do.

Luckily the years of looking to East London and New York only has slowly fucked off and opened the eyes of the world (even though we all know these places are still churning out fucking epicly good bands) has latched onto this DIY ethic. With the creation of website’s own television channels, the media has sunk their teeth into this juicy 8oz piece of beef. Pitchfork.com/tv have in the past year created their own ‘fuck you’ to MTV and slowly formed various programmes with the mentality running wild in the brains of the creators. Shows such as A.D.D. – which is filmed in a ‘lo-fi’ esq VHS/mono view, has seen Vivian Girls and experimental pioneers Sonic Youth both feature live on the programme. Don’t Look Down – a live performance show filmed on the top of various high buildings across the States has also had various big cheeses in the lo-fi genre perform for the Pitchfork cameras.

Punk will never fuck off – even though we may be bored out of our minds with the word – it won’t, and it’s various other in-carnations will always be relevant. This newfound love of surf-punk is tugging at our hearts once more and making more and more do what others have done before them. So it can’t be a bad thing right?

Soap&Skin is the experimental musical project of Austrian artist Anja Plaschg (born 5 April 1990).

Anja Plaschg grew up in a small village called Gnas in south east Styria, where her parents have a farm. She has played piano since she was six. At the age of 14 she began violin studies and developed an interest in in electronic music. She attended the Graz Polytechnic for Graphic Design, but dropped out at 16 and moved to Vienna shortly afterwards. There she studied art at the Academy of Fine Arts in the master class of Daniel Richter, but at 18 dropped out again.

The most profound music i have had the pleasure to listen to in awhile.

Wonderful, dark, heavy, beautiful, unique,… More artists like her, please!!

Soap&Skin – Thanatos

i first heard of YEASAYER from the compilation DARK WAS THE NIGHT.  it was their song entitled, “Tightrope“.  so fun.  i sent to dugan right away.  we had a dance party in my room with that song on repeat over and over again for hours with me and like 6 of my closest guy friends.

today…that song is still one of my faves.

as i was searching around PITCHFORK for new music and new music videos to get inspired by….YEASAYER released their music video of their new single, “Ambling Alp“.  it’s dripping with surreality.  i can’t embed the video here in my post…but i can link you to PITCHFORK’s review.  what do you think?  i likey alot.  YEASAYER is doing good things for my earholes and eyeballs.

WATCH VIDEO HERE

p.s. Happy Thanksgiving.

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I have to say, it’s been a personally challenging week, so when Will and Tom asked me if I wanted to go see Thee Fair Ohs and Wavves I jumped on the opportunity. Nice Nice were playing as well but I had no idea who they were so we kinda missed their set, oops. Thee Fair Ohs were so happy, I think their joy was infectious because I was gyrating away to their tropical psychedelic fuzzzz. Click here to read an interview Tom did with Thee Fair Ohs for Dazed and Confused magazine.

Meanwhile Wavves were pure stoner-surf noise, cajoling the already sticky and sweaty kids clad in AA hoodies to mosh and crowd surf. Frontman Nathan Williams asked if anyone knew where to get good weed before playing Weed Demon. Apparently they’re going to have an afterparty (weed anyone?) at the Barfly in Camden with Fucked Up, which I’m clearly missing because I’m here instead uploading free music for you.

On the way home though I ran into the lovely Veronica So of TEETH!!!, turns out they were playing a free gig at the Old Blue. Needless to say I obliged. They played some of their ‘unedited slash unfinished’ new stuff which sounded like something from a really fun video game love song – probably one of their most melodic / poppy tune so far, but still awesome nevertheless. I am a through and through TEETH!!! groupie.

But anyway, here are some good shiz from tonight (and some extra extraz) for you to download, so you can pretend like you were there with me in spirit, getting elbowed and trod on with beer in your hair but feeling really, really HAPPY. Bring on the weekend!

MP3s (click on link to preview, right click save as to download)

1. Thee Fair Ohs – Summer Lake

2. Wavves – No Hope Kids

3. TEETH!!! – Totally In My Way

4. Atlas Sound & Noah Lennox – Walkabout

5. Phoenix – 1901

6. Alan Vega – Fat City

Make life easy, download the whole lot in one go by clicking here.

Also published at UNKITSCH

October was but the music still lives on. Holding on to the present I traveled to the past and immersed myself in a pool filled with Soul music. Everything makes sense now. Enjoy these bangers and future classixxx and remember to spread the love.

Click on pic for download.

TRACKLISTING:

Hace un tiempo les había presentado esta banda Inglesa, que esta afincada en Londres, y en esos momentos apenas tenían un par de singles, pero ya estaban en proceso de grabación de su álbum debut, el cual ya a salido a la venta el pasado 19 de octubre, y se a llamado simplemente “The Brute Chorus”, el álbum a recibido muy buenas criticas por parte de la prensa, a mi personalmente su sonido todavía no me convence, o sea, me gusta, pero se me hace que no aportan nada  y sus canciones están casi en el limite de lo aburrido, así que lo voy a seguir escuchando a ver que pasa, mientras, prueben ustedes a ver que les parece…

Tracklist:
1. Hercules
2. She Was Always Cool
3. Send Me A Message
4. Grow Fins
5. Nebuchadnezzar
6. Blind Ulysses
7. Love’s Chains
8. The Cuckoo And The Stolen Heart
9. All The Pilgrims
10. Chateau
11. The Ransom
12. I’m Gonna Shake Your Treehouse

THE BRUTE CHORUS – THE BRUTE CHORUS(2009)

COMENTAR NO CUESTA NADA MAS QUE TIEMPO!!!COMENTEN!!!

The Room Isn’t Big Enough [1997] <- Download

O Ego Summit foi um projeto criado  em Columbus, Ohio, por alguns dos veteranos da estética lo-fi/experimental da região. Em algumas noites de 1997, os amigos Ron House (Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments etc.), Jim Shepard (Vertical Slit etc.), Don Howland (Bassholes etc.), Tommy Jay (Twisted Shouts etc.) e Mike Rep se reuniram num estábulo, e ao fim tinham em mãos The Room Isn’t Big Enough. Lançado em uma pequena tiragem em vinil pelo Old Age/No Age, selo de Mike Rep, o disco tem hoje status de raridade; mas há quem afirme que basta rodar por algumas lojas de Columbus para conseguir uma cópia zerada. As 13 faixas não deixam dúvidas de que a produção foi tão despojada como reza a lenda. Passeiam pelo punk de meia-idade, a psicodelia deteriorada, o folk de apartamento e outros sub-estilos marginais, sempre soando tão mal quanto possível. Não obstante, são em geral ótimas composições — que fazem jus ao título de supergrupo lo-fi do Ego Summit.

Ego Summit - Illogical
Ego Summit - We Got It All

CD1

1. The Mighty Bop – Feeling Good
2. Club Des Belugas feat. Brenda – Second Sight
3. JoJo Effect – Sing A Little Bit
4. Natural Self feat. Andreya Tri – The Rising
5. Thomas Siffling & The Public S – Jazzy (Jacek Sinalco Rework)
6. JD 73 – Ascension
7. Eastenders – Sex And Cookies
8. DJ Mibor – New Days
9. New Mastersounds – Thirty Three (JuJu Orchestra Rework)
10. !The Quantic Soul Orchestra fea – Don’t Joke With A Hungry Man

CD2

1. Jojo Effect feat. Anne Schnell – Higher
2. Club Des Belugas feat. Brenda Boykin – It Don’t Mean Thing
3. Quantic feat. Noelle Scaggs – Politick Society
4. Sofi Hellborg feat. Tony Allen – Bring It Through
5. The Juju Orchestra – Kind Of Latin Rythm
6. Quantic feat. Ohmega Watts – Ticket To Know Where
7. Kero One – In All The Wrong Places (New 12 inch Version)
8. Marco Di Marco – Take Off (Nicola Conte Campi’s Idea Version)
9. Nathan Haines feat. Vanessa Freeman – Wonderful Thing
10. !Deladap feat.Voice & Musicians Of The ‘17 Hippies – Lautlos

Continuing the golden splendid night atmosphere created by thefirst “Weekend Nu-Jazz”compilation, “Weekend Nu-Jazz 2”keeps the beautiful soundscape of the series, collects the most representative Nu Jazz music pieces and interprets the Jazz impressions in our hearts. The basic axis of this compilation is the interpretations of traditional Jazz sets. Added by soul funk voices sewn timely and trendy Hip-Hop Rap expressing love appealed to by the new generation, it turns to passionate percussion and keeps moving forward following the microelectronic particles. Even within the avant-garde popular tunes, the emotional monologues in musicians’ hearts are still kept! The German Lounge/Nu Jazz group Club Des Belugas adored by fans all over the world, famous Soul/Funk Jazz producer Quantic and his Quantic Soul Orchestra and Korean-American rapper/songwriter Kero One, whose rap combines Hip Hop and Jazz, all make the most perfect expressions for this kind of music style! Under the conflicts of tradition and avant-garde, there’s no any word or phrase representing the sole codeword of Jazz. In the time full of flashing modern trends, the plentiful music phases in“Weekend Nu-Jazz 2”reveal the original intentions and nature of improvisation vaguely. Maybe, just swing with music!

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Between 1996 and 1998 I put down a few songs in a rather spur of the moment on my 4-track recorder. Lyrics were made up basically on the spot while the tape was rolling. The sounds are pretty lo-fi and the clanging of metal in some of the songs were spoons, pots and pans that made up our primitive percussion. Jim Seagroves helped out on the racket kitchen percussion sounds as well as general chanting or making a nuisance out of everything.

Back then Jim and I called ourselves “the Gidds”. Basically, it was our little gang name growing up. We listened to NWA in high school and wanted to be white thugs. We had our own language and mockerized the neighborhood. Some of the songs we speak in German.

I play the acoustic and electric guitar, sitar and sing the songs. My brother Bob Guittard played bass and guitar on a few tracks as well as beat on a hand drum. Warren Barry played the organ on Once Around the Moon as well as added to the weirdness.

I used a Dr. Groove Drum machine. I hope you like these weird songs. At the time of the recording I was listening to a lot of Beck’s Odelay. Please enjoy and make comments.

Here is the link where you can listen and download the album for free:
http://www.jamendo.com/en/album/55876

I wish Word Press would allow a widget here so that you could listen. Not at this time.

“Filled with french perverse 70’s LSD funk, some monstrous jazz + samba flipouts, several cult and very influental songs mixed with ridicule of The Beatles and the non-existent hippie-parody Dewey Cox himself.

This small collection went through some big changes over time. At first, I made it the most obvious way – indie experiments with japanese and NY noise bands (OOIOO, Optimo, Pullsallama etc.) but that was simply to simple, raw and it was’nt “romantic” and humorous enough. So I basically shifted entirely from that direction into sex, retro, french, jazz, kinky, ridiculous direction and tried to make a sort of a “soundtrack” that is not that tough at rhythm but more into the freedom loving atmosphere of the swinging sex organs.

Standout tracks, and maybe tracks that make this comp a must have (for those who never heard them before) are definitely: the gorgeous and life-fulfiling, jamming Andrew Bird’s Coney Island Shuffle, Janko Nilovic’s by far the best composition Xenos Cosmos from 1972 (the last 1 minute of the song is golden and the rest of his work is mostly crap), magickal Senor Coconut’s – Rydeen, of course Serge Gainsbourg’s cult classic Bonnie and Clyde, Sohail Rana’s Soul Sitar – a perverse take on bollywood humour (Guys from Ninja Tune label had lots of fun remixing this gem) and the infinite Piggies - spitting humour from The Beatles. Also, I should mention Marsha Hunt with her nipple shaking (Oh No! Not) The Beast Day, a strangely missed groovy 70’s funk club hit.” – Bleeding Panda

01 Medeski Martin & Wood – Pat A Cake (2008)
02 RJD2 – 1976
03 The Pinker Tones – L’Heros (2006)
04 Serge Gainsbourg – Bonnie and Clyde
05 Georges Garvarentz – Nues Dans L’eau (1970)
06 Sohail Rana – Soul Sitar (1970)
07 Marsha Hunt – The Beast Day (1973)
08 Paul McCartney – Coming Up (Thumbs Aloft Edit 2007) M
09 The Mystic Moods – Honey Trippin’ (1975)
10 The Delfonics – Funny Feeling (1971)
11 Os Mutantes – A Minha Menina M
12 Andrew Bird’s Bowl Of Fire – Coney Island Shuffle (1999)
13 The Beatles – Piggies (1968)
14 Walk Hard The Dewey Cox Story – Black Sheep (2007)
15 Der Dritte Raum – Swing Bop B (2008)
16 Senor Coconut and His Orchestra – Rydeen (2008)
17 G. Bordonneau & DJ BNX – Ultra Bossa (2000)
18 Janko Nilovic – Xenos Cosmos (1972)
19 Funkadelic – Can You Get To That (1971)

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01. Paulo Conte — Via Con Me
02. Gare Du Nord — Marvin & Miles
03. Koop — Koop Island Blues
04. Bob Sinclar — Kiss My Eyes
05. Senor Coconut — Sweet Dreams
06. Bossasonic — Club Tropicana
07. Bebo Best & The Super Lounge Orchestra — Falar Do Tempo
08. Smood Feat Natascha Grin — Pata Pata
09. Shantel — Dunarea
10. Waldeck — Make My Day
11. Club Des Belugas — A Menґs Scene
12. Fred Astaire — Puttin’ On The Ritz (Club Des Belugas Remix)
13. The Mighty Bop — Feeling Good
14. Tiefschwarz Feat Oezlem — Bye Bye Baby
15. Orsten — Fleur Blanche

First in a new series from Chin Chin records, a collaboration with Zin Zin lounge. This time it’s DJ Ralph Rosenbaum who makes the selection, quality music both new and old with a nice slant towards jazz.

The second mix from Meatskull this week – you lucky people. Starting out with some heavy hitting remixes from the 90’s involving the masterful Andy Weatherall, disecting Red Snapper and Percy X. Another rare Bob Marley dub and another cut from the newest Floating Points joint. Gorgeous textures from Peter Broderick & Machinefabriek and more, more, more.

Meatskull

Red Snapper – Bogeyman (Two Lone Swordsmen Blue Jam Cologne Mix)
Percy X VS Blood Sugar – -3 (Emissions 2) (Remixed By Andy Weatherall & David Harrow)
Tobacco – Gross Magik
Keith Murray – The Most Beautifullest Thing In The World
The Dylan Group – Some Kind Of Lullaby
J.Rogers – Meditation Point (Eskmo Remix)
Luke Hess – Meaning Matters (Mikkel Metal Mix)
Sinner DC – Afterland
Metaform – Love & Loss
Anubian Lights – In Flight
Cooly G – Love Dub (Refix)
Peter Broderick & Machinefabriek – Rain
Bob Marley & The Wailers – Forever Loving Jah (Dub Version)
David Alvarado – Spoken Word
Floating Points – Argonaut
The Ghost Orchid – Warm
Yppah – Almost In That Category
Sr. Aye – Yo Mate a Bejamin Linus
Marmoset – Peach Cobbler

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Hello, all. Here’s the November 2009 Mix. This one’s a pretty schizophrenic mix, mostly due to all the free time that I’ve had to investigate new music recently (actually, old music that’s new to me). It’s starts off with the first track, “Military Madness”, Graham Nash’s first solo album. Thanks to my friend Kyle for talking me into giving that record a real listen. I’m generally allergic to anything slightly David Crosby-related, and, admittedly, rather prone to jumping to conclusions.

There’s some new discoveries on here that are really revelatory. Well, they are to me, at least. Hank Ballard’s “Sexy Ways” is a racy and fun doo-wop number that most people of my generation aren’t likely to recognize. Apparently, James Brown was a Ballard devotee, and credited him with many of the idiosyncratic vocal traits that Brown later made his name on. LaVern Baker and Johnny Ace are also new treats of pre-60’s soulful R&B for me. Ace having one of the more tragic, and interesting backstories in rock n’ roll. Really, Google it!

The Jawbox, Home, and Eric’s Trip tracks are old favorites of mine from my exclusively indie-rawk highschool years. Additionally, about once every year I go through a mini-John Cale phase, and “I Keep a Close Watch” is a powerful enough ballad to get you hooked as well. I’ve been arguing for a while that his post-Velvets records are far and away superior to Lou Reed’s output. Any opinions on that? I love to hear any comments, compliments, or even negative muckraking. Again, thanks for reading and listening. Enjoy! (Download Slow, Slow Music’s November 2009 Mix.)

1. Military Madness – Graham Nash
2. Stratosphere Boogie – Speedy West & Jimmy Bryant
3. Burden – Home
4. Voices Carry – ‘Til Tuesday
5. Pledging My Love – Johnny Ace
6. From Here to Eternity – The Only Ones
7. Dumb Blonde – Dolly Parton
8. Behind the Garage – Eric’s Trip
9. Road Without An End – Charles Wright & the 103rd Street Watts Band
10. She’s All I Got – Johnny Paycheck
11. Breezewood, PA – Jenny Toomey
12. All the Way From Memphis – Mott the Hoople
13. Sexy Ways – Hank Ballard & the Midnighters
14. Washing the Dishes – Willie Nelson
15. Poor Girl – X
16. Hey, Western Union Man! – Jerry Butler
17. Soul On Fire – LaVern Baker
18. Jamboree – Guadalcanal Diary
19. A Six Pack to Go – Hank Thompson
20. Iodine – Jawbox
21. I Keep a Close Watch – John Cale
22. Debbie Denise – Blue Oyster Cult
23. Walking Around – The Innocence Mission

savoir adore – we talk like machines.mp3

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savoir adore – the scientific findings of dr. rousseau.mp3

dr. dog – heart it races (architecture in helsinki cover).mp3

tune-yards – hap-b (congo).mp3

beach house – norway.mp3

toro y moi – blessa.mp3

sic alps – l mansion.mp3

small black – pleasant experience.mp3