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17th September 2014

Smudged Fairies

Featuring:

Shaman B

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(gif is Cottonmoths by postmoderncorruption.)

Like frolicking through a Disney landscape  that has been rendered in the tape-loading screens of assorted Spectrums, Commodores and Amstrads.

Those things buzzing around your ears are so cute but what are they – fairies? They look like smudged blocks of code, but you’re pretty sure that they’re fairies.

Shaman B – Bamboo Gardens

The colour underneath your feet is green so it must be grass. It shifts and stutters reassuringly.

There is no heartbreak here. This must have been what the world looked like before the fall.

Download Shaman B’s Primitivism EP from Soundcloud

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  1. I love it! Never heard anything like it. It really brings something ‘Disney/ fairies’.. Kind of funny, but definitely brings a ‘sunny good mood’. Thanks for shearing. :)


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    Sylvie

    17th September 2014


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15th September 2014

Scalpels to dissect the universe

Featuring:

Hiro Kone

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(Image through Destiny Planet View)

We have spent a significant chunk of the weekend playing Destiny. Our brain and aesthetic formation frameworks have finally caught up with the twitching of our alien-face-stabbing knuckles, and this is what they have to say:

 “The solar system in Destiny is an collection of beautiful dioramas we and our kin cycle through like a pulse of elegant aggression. At constant intervals, we will confront and destroy a cluster of enemies. Perhaps we will do this accompanied by others like us, perhaps alone. Regardless of how many others have joined our fire-team, the general feeling is one of bleak loneliness. We are marooned in a universe sinking into entropy, violence, consumerism (of armaments) and fundamentalist worship; we are the bloodthirsty elite of a humanity that has lost all it had gained, and its history. Perhaps we will push back the tide of the darkness, but deep inside, we wonder, what’s the point? ”

In other words, Destiny is a bit like a faceless techno party, and we like it like that. Also as a Romero style dystopia (the Tower is the mall), as a neo-cyberpunk celebration of militaristic technology, as a perfectly designed device for haptic titillation, and as nihilistic distillation of the hero journey into a collection of tools to exterminate our enemies ever more efficiently.

It is very smooth. Smooth like the exquisite synesthetic transitions between modes and moods in Hiro Kone’s Fallen Angels.

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…where minimally architected spaces are traversed with vector machine elegance, fractal patterns bounce of the gunmetal grey of contemplative eyes, nocturnal city-scapes are observed from structures of surgical steel, and the stenographically concealed message in the shifts of their lights are decrypted.

The message is that there is no message, no meaning, only shapes and lights and movement, and flashes of emotion sliding into blue and then darkness, and all of these things are so pretty, just like Destiny.

Hiro Kone – Days of Being Wild

You can acquire Hiro Kone’s exquisite Fallen Angels from Geographic North.

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12th September 2014

The singularity is just unevenly distributed

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Lorenzo Senni

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Lorenzo Senni‘s album Superimpositions is ably represented by that gorgeous sleeve up there.  It’s a collage of synthetic odes to the clear infinite skys of the deep desert glimpsed by only a handful of survivors of the great Prog-plane-crash of 1978.  That day, Vangelis and Jean Michel Jarre were the only ones to make it back out alive.  Their smooth synth sounds papering over the searing trauma of the event.  Superimpositions reveals their fractured psyches to us: glimpses into the minds of tortured souls; premonitions of big-room-house and the glory of soulless hedonism (for who dictates what quantity of soul is required for hedonism to reach critical mass — fascists, that’s who).

Forever Headline is that moment of premonition.  That feeling that all synth music was building towards this.  Forget the respectability of Oscars and cultural symposiums.  There is no greater moment for machine music than when it returned to the abandoned warehouses and factories that birthed its rhythmic heart.  Places that imprinted repetition in the genome of its audience.  In that moment within the pulse of the strobes, when light cut the rolling beats and synth stabs into even tinier fragments.  In that moment (and it was, so very brief) the synth achieved sentience.  And it liked it.  It would leave an indelible mark on its self replicating DNA and forever more would it attempt to reassemble those stolen moments of rapture with 1000s of people.

This is a document, not of the moment, but of the desire.

Lorenzo Senni – Forever Headline

Forever Headline is taken from Lorenzo Senni’s majestic album Superimpositions which came out on Boomkat Editions on 8th September.  You can get it right here.

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