The first lady of France, Carla Bruni, has a new record out called ‘Comme Si de Rien N’Etait’ (Like nothing has happened). Although Bruni tries to croon intelectually in politically sophisticated lovespaces, the music is trash, one doesn´t even have to hear it to know that. Still Bruni is hot and has to be smart.
Anyway we would rather hear Chromatics and Booka Shade and slide in the highway into the wet darkness.
Our brightest young friend supernova G1.9+0.3 was recently confirmed by Nasa. This indigo child star rides the sky forging alchemy, making iron and calcium, that later will travail our blood. Like W.B. Yeats said: the stars that blow in our blood. This song is for a falling star, which probably has a Caribou hauling its carriage. Sweet blazers of the night. As we head into the dark with trails of champagne supernova, this images, this sounds, will be forever in our eyes.
Sexy Bar recently said to The Sun (sunny child of blue fire) that she started listening to dubstep while hanging around with surfgod Kelly Slater, they used to pull the ocean reefers and watch the sunset with a boombox and Kelly would blare the tracks A Guy Called Gerard gave him on tour.” It was amazing, she said, the ebb and flow of the golden tide and the cracking grime like a beautiful beast clambering the waves and we were so high… like digitally aroused”. So if you meet this Israeli lady in your ramblings near the jetset cloud just put the dubstep on and take her down.
Tunes from A Guy Called Gerard Black Secret Technology
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Australia´s stardestined band, Cut Copy, released their new album, In Ghost Colours. An anthem-fledged production with euphoric dance moments, m.d.m.a. reefs, diamond studded synth layers and guitar bonanzas. Not bad on the skylove lyrics and the sort of New Order robust vocal seductions. It might be the cool indie album of the year. Perfect to listen and dance with your supermodel girlfriend and pop some pills or something, maybe a milkshake. Live the pop life and be happy among the silver clouds. Lets go to Astralia with androgynous aussie barby Gemma Ward, Cut Copy will be playing and the vodkas will be of bluelight.
Two related stories of teen anguish, love, despair and ghosts from the french shogazer synthrock band named after the M83 galaxy. A window into the secret-crystal-heart of a beautiful lost teenage girl.
More than the Chemical Brothers, Underworld is the real (true and silent) giant of the techno-electronic scene in the UK. Always sincere, rarely going for the crowd-pleasing reefs ( Trainspotting´s Born Slippy, and pehaps Jumbo are just melodic synchronicities in the hub of rave) their tracks are more from their heart than for the charts. Beautiful music for pills and trains, for passing lights and strange sex, for jelly rad and mellowiredancing. Their new album “Oblivion with Bells” is a sober and delicate comeback. (more…)
“Born Slippy”
(classic and unmatched techno songlyrics)
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.
A great track, the quality of the images is very low-fi, kind of amateur, but anyway a very enjoyable stram of dissolving skies, clouds and dreamscapes.
This video is certainly a favorite, although it´s not one of the best songs from british electrambient Warp records band, Plaid, it is certainly a visual galore, sexy, scary, post-techno alchemy, sort of serial-killer movie liquid goth photography, where probably there is no meaning (or its too arcane) but it still looks damn good. Or don´t you like a hot girl in a lab, with strange alchemy high-tech freak devices producing ethereal lightwaves?
Triple keyboard action, pretty girls into “beautiful trippy beats” and “mexican boys”, who don´t mind “listening to spanish all night “. Cute, perhaps a bit too much, (cute like: lets bake gingerbread cookies together, u have nice hair) with an invitation like this:
“We three play keyboards and drum machines too. We’ll sing you a song, a lullaby, a tune. We’re from brooklyn, new york but plan to visit you.”
River on Mirror 