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Wednesday, 30 September 2015

More prisons, more police, Dubpod #11 (Sept 2015)

To judge by some of the people muttering and declaiming away to themselves in the streets these days, there's an awful lot of obscure chatting going on. God knows about what. These people blathering away to their invisible friends via their dangling mobile mics are the modern street crazies. Latter-day village idiots, with their unintelligible ramblings.

But, like those people with mental health problems they so resemble, perhaps these over-talkative 20-somethings on their smartphones are actually ... you know, prophets. Yeah, could be. They're not "talking shit" to their hung-over mates but talking about the Evil One. Cussing the devil. Chanting down Babylon. They've all been listening to Dubpod #11 and they've realised that ... no, actually it's true, we don't need more prisons, more police ...

1: Big Youth, Give praises
2: Johnny Clarke, Stop tribal war dub
3: Moodie, Untouchable dub
4: Barry Brown, It ago dread
5: Tough-minded
6: The Upsetters, Roots train dub
7: Channel One/Barry Brown, Creation version
8: Cornell Campbell, We a boobling dub
9: Al Campbell, One room shack
10: Addis Ababa Song, Well dread version 3
11: Biafra
12: Earl 'Chinna' Smith, Dub it!
13: Chessey Roots, Rambo salute
14: Sir Collins And The Black Diamonds, Black panther
15: Junior English, Sicked & tired
16: Wayne Wade, Lord of lord
17: More prisons, more police
18: Misty In Roots, Viva Zapatta
19: Augustus Pablo, Arabian rock
20: Black Uhuru, Sodom
21: Dennis Alcapone, 1234567 live it up
22: Eek-A-Mouse, Wa-do-dem 12"
23: Par for the course

Sunday, 20 September 2015

May cause death, Noisepod #5 (Sept 2015)

It's what you leave out that counts in music, or so they say.

Yeah, quite possibly, but this old saw about the virtues of "space" in music gets mighty dull through repetition. Seems to me it's almost impossible to read half a page about dub or reggae without some tiresome space cadet droning on about the value of absence, the what's-not-there, the "_____" in music.

The notion's everywhere. Just this weekend I came across it in a review of The Killers, the film noir adaptation of an Ernest Hemingway short story, the one the self-congratulatory old bullfighter said was probably his story with "more left out of it than anything I ever wrote".

Right, right. Less is more. Fine. Got it. But do please put a sock (empty) in it, I say. No, sometimes we need the opposite. A full-to-the-brim, absolutely-everything-thrown-in sound. Welcome, then, dear half-deaf-already listener, to Noisepod #5. It may cause tinnitus. It may cause total deafness. And, just like those hitmen hunting for the jaded, despondent and semi-suicidal Burt Lancaster in The Killers, it may cause death ...

1: Warstate, Excration 
2: No Form, Side B 
3: Unit Pride, Atoms for peace 
4: Pissing Contest, Muzzle 
5: May cause death 
6: Sham 69, Borstal breakout 
7: Sick/Tired, Dried up corpse 
8: Calories, Every day is a school day 
9: Guilty Parents, Nowt 
10: Seven Sisters Of Sleep, Ghost plains 
11: Lake of fire 
12: Dune Witch Trails, White pickets 
13: Moontrash, Teenagers 
14: Music Blues, 91771 
15: Starkweather, Bitterfrost 
16: Woolf, Jane 
17: Dixie, Massacre madcarne 
18: A most wonderful sight 
19: Larvae,Ruled by the state 
20: Toxin III, Numb 
21: The Guilt Of ..., Election of the severed hand 
22: The Dirtbombs, Vixens in space 
23: Condemn The Infected, Deny existence 
24: Welcome to lab 257 
25: Sunn O>>>, It took the night to believe 
26: A389 Recordings, High fells 
27: Iggy Pop, Bulldozer 
28: Mr Mitch, California girls 
29: Not Right, Balls 
30: Unholy Majesty, Compliance

Friday, 4 September 2015

That lonely, Podcast #121 (Aug 2015)

Well, well, Bob Geldof says he'll take in some refugee families, while Bono's made a pile out of his investment in that glutinous selfie-album, Facebook. You just can't keep these erstwhile Irish punk rockers out of the news, can you?

But hey, we need to know what these people are up to. They're our lifestyle micro-settings, slide-rules that compute where we are in our own lives, ensuring we can re-map our trajectories, pin down our hopes and fears. Reconsider our thwarted ambitions. "Oh, so that's what Geldof's doing now. Right. Right". And so we'll be able to plot the rest of our lives, helpfully jolted into action by that flashback to July 1985, with mental slippages across to Midge Ure on Top Of The Pops miming Vienna, interstitial interference courtesy of fat-cheeked Orson Welles running down deserted noirish Austrian streets in his big overcoat ... zither zither zither ...

Yes, the Geldofs, the Bonos, where would we be without them? Incomplete. Empty. Lonely, even. But not that lonely ...

1: Roger Robinson, Walk with me 
2: Melge, Tape monster 
3: Acre & Filter Dread, Blood artist 
4: Seep, ? (Windmill, London, 17/8/15) 
5: Electrician, The tree line receded 
6: Unit Pride, The choice is yours 
7: CM & Tha Silent Partner, What’s it all for 
8: The Byrds, It’s all over now, baby blue 
9: Vex, Turn off da TV set 
10: suRRism, Abend des nichtes! 
11: That lonely 
12: Bloodgod, Bloodgod 
13: Joey Fourr, Newark wilder 
14: Morwell Unlimited Meets King Tubby, Swing & dub 
15: Map 71, Laced 
16: The Sting-Rays, Come on kid 
17: Kayla Guthrie, Blue 
18: Girls In Love, Fizzle out 
19: Campbell Burnap, St Thomas 
20: Toah Dynamic, Search for arsonists aged 8 
21: Krestovsky, A mile high and circling 
22: Women in Colombia 
23: The Cravats, Precinct 
24: Alan Cuckston, Handel Harpsichord Suite No7, Andante