Human After All

So in 5 more days Daft Punk is set to release their newest album. As I am sure you know, its not a true studio album, rather its the musical score to the second installment of the Tron series. Still, I know that everyone on earth is all up in arms, being like, "I can't fucking wait for the new Daft Punk album to come out!!!" As one of those individuals, I have decided to step back from all the excitement to prepare myself for potential disappointment.

Despite being hands down the best electronic music tandem, I can't remember the last time I got down to a musical score. Since the album will feature a full orchestra, it only aids the presumption that Daft Punk intends for this to be heard in coordination with the movie, not a dance floor.

In a recent Pitchfork interview, Daft Punk's Thomas Bangalter explained his rationale for implementing classical music and live instruments in their new album, "A cello was there 400 years ago and will still be here in 400 years. But synthesizers that were invented 20 years ago will probably be gone in the next 20." That sounds great and is a testament to their abilities, but I wanted a vintage French House album. If you remove the 808 drum machine and synths that made you famous, what are we left with? Not another Discovery or Homework, that's for sure.

It has taken 5 years for Daft Punk to put out a new album, and I am hopeful it will be better than the pre-released single Derezzed that came out on Itunes a few weeks back. Regardless, it's still Daft Punk, and everything they touch usually turns to gold. Even if it does sound more like a movie score than a dance album, I am sure its going to be a damn good soundtrack. But for now, I will wait and continue to listen to these classic radio mixes that still blow my mind.

Daft Punk - 1997-02-03 - DJ Set at Essential Mix by Electro-Mix-Memory

Daft Punk Live @ BBC Radio 1 (2001-12-28)

DD(DBM)T

With records like If Music Be the Food of Love...Prepare for Indigestion and If No One Sang... it can be surmised that Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich are just five guys who let other people to finish their sentences. Mind gaming was one of the emerging trends in 1960s British poprock that never fully emerged. Don't let that silly album cover fool you--these guys are seriously good musicians! Also, there are five of them so I'm not sure where the other two were. Maybe uncomfortable with the photo shoot.

Hold Tight! is one of my favorites. For a long time, until last week, I though they were singing "shut your ass" when really it is "shut your eyes."




If anyone can tell what the announcer is saying they get a prize and a translation job.

SUPER HAWT BLOG TIME

I don't know where it came from, but the word "awesome" needs to leave my vocabulary. I am not that awesome, and seriously most of us aren't because that word is reserved for Jesus, not yourself (you selfish bastard). Did you get super ridiculous headaches and develop a split personality that can speak to God? No? That's right because you're not that fucking awesome, so stop using it interchangeably with your state of being.

You know what is awesome? Real life. What is real life, you ask? It's downing a bottle of sleeping pills with rubbing alcohol while enjoying a pack of menthol cigarettes. It's buying a gun with its serial number defaced, and then using it on your parents because they owe you protection money. It's getting punched in the face with a paternity suit over that love child your mother bore for you. It's ripping your sexual organs off in a fit of rage over the last episode of Gossip Girl. It's crossing the street only to get hit by a steaming pile of human excrement, immediately followed by a bus. It's living in Florida. Actually, check that. Living in Florida is far from real life, and more closely resembles treating a yeast infection with hot sauce.

All things considered, I have come to the conclusion that my life could use a reality check. I guess I should have seen The Swiss a few months ago, but missed them because, as I stated previously, I am not that awesome. The Swiss are a disco band of sorts, and hopefully they will come back so I can bestow upon them my wisdom regarding what is real life. Here is a video of them performing at the show I missed. UGH! SUICIDE!

Also, here's a sick jam by them called Bubble Bath...

this week's playlist (wxbc)

WXBC

i wear a hat and mittens to bed

Awesome artist I cannot remember.

Seriously the house is freezing. It is colder insider than outside. It is hard to do things wearing two jackets and holding cups with gloves on ends in broken glass and hearts.

Eggstone is a great band I have been listening to a lot this week and they are from Sweden. All of these songs are off of Vive La Différence! (Vibrafon, 1997). I think of them as a mix between Crowded House and Squeeze.

il trascurato


head around


taramasalata


still all stand still

Dubstep is fuck'n WACK!!!!

So its been even longer since the last mother fucking time I posted anything, and I'm super sorry. Im so sorry, sorry, sorry. I've been on a tear lately going to as many shows as humanly possible. That's kinda a problem tho. You see, electronic shows are outrageously horrible for your brain. Plus, I've seen every act I have wanted too, so I think I'm gonna chill out for a little while...

Actually, no fuck that. I'm still going to shows on a weekly basis. But, its become blatantly apparent there's a virus thats been spreading across the indie electronic scene like a plague. Its fucking dub step. It keeps bringing in these 10 year old kids to electro/minimal house/synth disco shows with hopes that they will hear a shit wobbly bass line. Go home, and let the old people dance to real music.

If you think Burial, Rusko, Skream, or, much much much worse, Major Lazor is good, do yourself a favor and kill yourself. Since most popular dubstep has roots grounded in elements found within commercialized rap prevalent in the 2000's, I realize I'm dealing with people that never connected with the essence of true hip hop. You know, everything that was produced before 1996. I already thought you people were already a disgrace to the hip hop industry, but now that you have bastardized electronic music, its time for you to quit life permanently.

Dub step is terrible. It sucks. Go away. Your shit bass lines, unbelievably repetitive hooks, and lack of high hats make me wanna puke. I would rather listen to Orbital's Halcyon On + On for the rest of eternity, and that song gets fucking old pretty god damned fast. I will admit that the days of the "electro banger" in 2007-2008 are gone. But that it's been replaced by dub step in popularity only strengthens my perception that the quality of music since that time has seriously turned for the worse.

I could talk about how I hate dub step for hours, but I digress. Instead, let me introduce to you Erol Alkan. He's been around forever, and has been considered one of the best experimental electro dj's for years, but his cosmic disco sound has really caught my ear over the last year. He was the best show at Electric Zoo this year, and blew me away at Coachella as well. He released this mixtape two weeks ago for a tour he's doing in Japan, and its pretty fucking awesome. Check it out mannnnnnnnnnnnnn

Erol Alkan Live 'Gan Ban' Dj Mix by Erol Alkan

it is exactly

I was a sea world trainer for Halloween. I made my two friends be orcas and carry me on their backs. I did not get hit in the face by anyone and I went rock climbing in a banana suit. Hello, November.

Hollow Dreams and Hussy Housekeepers

Yann Arthus-Bertrand; Military cemetery in Verdun, France

I am going to be Jacques Cousteau or a Sea World trainer or a seal for the dumbest holiday ever. Hate it can't stand it. Where I live everyone dresses like an asshole and gets drunk everyday. Add candy and Übermenschasshole be free.

Right now my roommates are busy being pretentious and shitting themselves over David Foster Wallace and their art. I'd rather it be Halloween. Get me my wetsuit.

I went to New Mexico last week. Sick ol' dudes pretending to do bike tricks and more gauged ears than...I actually had no idea this was still something people pursued outside of cultural practices.

Now they are reading aloud excerpts of DFW short stories. I'm going to go pour myself some jug wine and unsheathe my TeenVogue from it's pristine plastic wrapping. Perfume samples and Taylor Momsen making out with all ten of the Culkin brothers!

Back to New Mexico. It was great. I saw Jenny Invert. They are like half of Grand Canyon with a new adult contemporary post-post-neoalternativedavidfosterwallaceÜbermenschmentioning spin. Check it. They are so good--and I hear that I began the process of coercing them into a New York Tour de Dance. I danced until my 1990s ill-fitting floral dress was soaked in gnarly bad-smelling sweat. My hosts were both hospitable and informative. They were also annoying and shoving their love in my face. I don't care how you feel fix my bike let me eat your cereal. Lots of bike riding/carpe diem-ing. (I feel shame; I rode a lime green fixed gear bicycle. I haven't slept in two days and I think this has something to do with it.)

Now the roommates are giving life advice to each other in terms of how to cope after graduating from college. We are all still in college. This is a battle of wits. I hope it turns into a physical fight. (Our rent is cheap enough that one less roommate would be feasible, right Mom and Dad?) No. The dynamic needs to be this way. Wrestle.

The Cramps

Domino


Surfin' Bird