
Sunday, 11 April 2010
funk master Dracula
hyper spectacular
movie-film bloodsucker
vagabond anti-garlic trucker
I aint one to be messed around
just cos you can’t bury me underground
cos i’m eternal
and have fangs
hangin around in gangs
thirsting for colgate tooth paste
I’m not one to waste
cos i’m bio green
like the hulk
I rap in bulk
its the vampire way
and I’m here to stay
who rah
older than the oldest star
I make the Bulrog look like a teddy bear
just cos I got an evil stare
aint no thing fazes me
cos I can turn into a bat
and then a man with a bowler hat
I play chess with death
and win
every time without fail
like a golgamoth killer whale
Rabbid sea mariner submersible urchin
and it don’t need to rhyme
it don’t need to sync
or emancipate
just investigate my name
on wikipedia
facebook, myspace, twitter but don’t get bitter
at my popularity
I’m only painting clarity
of a relevant vampire
on the wings of desire
owning the night
borne to fright
Thursday, 11 March 2010
Due to touring, mundane activities, and frequent psychedelic drug use, it would be another five years before the release of his third album. About a month before the release of his third album Future Development Del received a letter from his label, Elektra, stating that his contract had been terminated.[2]
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
Friday Morning Hymnal EP
Now this, I love.
I sadly can't say anything at all about these guys.
How to Dress Well & cokc dokc - Ready for The World
When Doves Cry
and because you might like this zeitgeist films
50
Then at around 38 seconds, press play on this:
Simian Mobile Disco - Cruel Intentions (Joker Remix)
[headphones required]
I know you're shaking your head and its been ten seconds. Your displeasure is palpable. And worse your indifference. But that's OK. It does not have soul. Or sincerity. It does have bass though. And wobble.
..Maybe rumbles rival fragility; replace vulnerability and with an audible equivalent of dutch courage. The gobby 21st century edition of Wall of Sound. Hurrah noise.
See this for more details:
Major Lazer - Keep it Goin' Louder (Diplo Remix)
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Monday, 1 February 2010
Friday, 29 January 2010
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Monday, 25 January 2010
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Ninja Tunes
Can't remember whether you feel as strongly about her or not as others I could mention. Joni parallels abound perhaps. Though there could be less complementary comparisons. This is a song of hers I like a lot, in that vein:
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Saturday, 16 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
New Portishead recorded for Amnesty International, 'Chase the Tear"
It's growing on me. Sounds like lots of other things but weirdly like not much else. And i like the gold bracelet the guy is wearing in the opening moments.
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Friday, 8 January 2010
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
I know I'm walking a fine line but I couldn't resist....
All this, of course, was taken as a sign of weakness, if not heathenism, and Columbus being a righteous European was convinced the people should be "made to work, sow and do all that is necessary and to adopt our ways."
Banjo or Freakout/Mount Kimbie

Banjo or Freakout. Who?? Just to show I am not prideful (or that I am lazy - discuss..) The Guardian do it quite well here
Banjo or Freakout - "Archangel"(Burial Cover)

Mount Kimbie, Hot Flush labelmate of Joy Orbison (of mainly this, but also this fame) and making equally soothing sounds.
Mount Kimbie - "Maybes"
Mount Kimbie - "Sketch on Glass"
Tone restored.
Monday, 4 January 2010
Bent brother I know you,
Heavy set, unready to go.
Tomorrow no longer rests in your hands,
Old man says its not in your hands.
Aint no thing gonna change that.
Your eyes have lingered too long,
Weighty whispers will guide you,
The sun has no place here,
The hole’s been dug for thousands deep.
Aint no fire gonna burn no more.
What hills and skies know your name,
What hate has gnawed the soil and deep blue,
Old grey man says he’s had enough.
Says your tracks are walked.
Aint no redemption in your day.
What price to pay for wingless pride,
‘You shined so bright’, says the old man.
‘But you aint no cowboy angel anymore’,
Souls have been swallowed by your void,
Aint got no time left for the fallen.
Old mans fiery blue eyes stare straight, rocking.
Smells the Earth and breaths out slowly.
‘I loved you boy, but you forgot yourself’.
‘This aint no place for you’ .
Aint gonna be a day like this again.
The sun wiped from the sky, stars fallen.
Trumpets blow, north, south, east and west.
Lucuis, bent, wretched and foul, blackened by deceit.
No word borne from his rotting mouth.
Aint no horde gonna save him now.





