Thursday, October 26, 2006  2:23 pm 

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We would have loved to come to your fabulous house party but we lost the flight back after a sleepless nite running zig zagging criss crossing the wet streets of the Berlin-rotterdam-Amsterdam-Ghent Euro-day-neon-glo industrial terrordrome with Miss Violetta Beauregard while chased by a pack of nazi rave acid bee frothing pitbulls, fuck dem. She started it btw, she’s a good ‘un.

Miss Violetta Beauregard- The Unbearable Lightness Of A Farm Tractor

She’s the riot gabber cheerleader from the tundra of terror and she does it because it’s ‘funny pushing buttons and rotating knobs to make stupid noises and make fun of those pretentious indie electroassholes’ and we say go Violetta go. She also loves birdies and critters that crawl and prance and little plants that stay put (when you’re looking), and would like to be a mutant to take advantage of stupid humans with her special super-powers. We do it all the time and we agree it’s a laugh.

Everything in her ‘Odi Profanum Vulgus et Arceo’ album (out in Temporary Residence) is kinda annoying in the best possible way i.e. in a who gives a fuck about what you think way? Do you want to know what she thinks? Learn latin. It is like neoclassical economics, a dead weight, but lifting it is good for your brain, all the kids are doing it.

Fuck Nu Rave read Virgil.

Class in a glass.

We would have loved to review that thing you sent us but we were sucked through a space-time vortex that took us inside David Lynch’s brain around the time he thought it’d be a grrreat idea to film a meta-physical thriller influenced by Hieronymus Bosch’s iconography. With Love were there jamming while the sinners crawled around the floor covered in seething maggot suppurating pustules. When we came back we put all those promos in the bin, come on guys, after being to hell indie-dance feels way too safe*.

With Love- Nodo Terziario

With Love- Cable Theme 2

Ah, hello there, so this is the fucked up soundtrack for that Dario Argento psyche-ectoplasm we nightmared to the other night, yes? And who’s going to clean the sheets now?

With Love are italian too and you can feel some bad moon boiled blood running through their frightful veins, in this two-tune combo (listen to them consecutively as they merge into each other) from their Gold Standards Lab guaranteed A Great Circle CD/DVD they manage to concoct the most hellish dread inducing hair-raising walpurgisnacht bitch of a drumsshriek tune your scribe has sweated cold sweat to since Liars came back from the Brocken a couple of years ago.

How awful. Just look at them, motherfuckers, it gives me the creeps.

Tonight in Brighton you should go to Make Motion Matter at the Penthouse. You know, off-kilter disco-electro-afro-kraut-punk malarkey. More info at Foolproof Project’s as well as

One of Andy Pine’s ace mixtapes

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*-We know what you’re thinking, no, indie-dance ain’t hell, it’s way too boring for that. Not even funky house is hell.

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