Where our pals Crystal Castles infiltrate Liars’ cave on top of Mt. Heart Attack and throw a party for all the gremlins who live there. It’s difficult to get away with the distorted creeping synth bassline these days but CCs manage more than handsomely because they have class, turning the slow burning haunted original into an uncomfortable club mini-hit for complicated kids and people who enjoy dancing in circles holding hands like it was the Witches’ Sabbath, our kind of people, you know, you see them in the middle of the disco- dark, sexy in a Wicker man way, hyper-concentrated and oblivious to the craziness surrounding them, you can be sure the milk of their neighbours’ cow just went sour or something.
Note- We updated this file today (tuesday) as the version we posted initially was an earlier mix, so download again and enjoy the 8-bit synth thrills in all their eerie geometrical glory.
Thanks to the Mute people, and particularly Howard (total star!) for this, and for being awesome to be honest. We hear Liars be releasing another album this year, and we hear it’s awesome, could it be any other way? We’ll do our best to try and bring them to Brighton next time they tour, now really. Them and the Boredoms and we’re almost sorted. And Optimo. And Daft Punk.
Planningtorock’s is like Antony and the Johnsons’ skinny weirdo sister, the one who likes to scribble on the walls with a chewed on pencil and have bizarre seances with her teddy bears and an assortment of imaginary friends. Her ‘Have it All’ album has a je ne sais quoi that repels and seduces at the same time, both emotions intertwine like emerald & jade snakes surrounding & trapping you inside a murky, precious yet raw zone of bare emotions channeled through baroque structures never ever sliding into what’s contrived because they’re true, always art for what it’s worth, shining like these very strange opals found occasionally in secret spots of certain haunted forests and cellars. The sort of thing that could only have been done in Berlin, or in a certain idea of Berlin, perhaps best presented in Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow and those Bowie albums.
In her ‘All Stringed Up’ cd, she barnishes a few of her songs with a lush cobweb of strings which only emphasises their eerie and vadeuvillesque nature, notes tip-toe mischievous around dark zones as the carnival of skulls, bones and metamorphoses keeps swirling like some medieval fresco come to life, if Angela Carter had ever made music it would have sounded like this, Our Lady of the Massacre that’s what Planningtorock is, a cat playing with the mouse of her (and our) emotions.