Archive for October, 2008

• Friday, October 31, 2008  12:01 am 

  Black Channels

  If you venture out on a dark Halloween nite such as tonite in Peckham, you will die. As you bunch up your damp coat to keep the icy fingers of the winter from invading your fragile body, eyes will be watching from the shadows slashed across dilapidated buildings and spiking across the shimmering frosted death-grey [...]

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• Thursday, October 30, 2008  1:01 am 

  Voices of Syn

  As the rose continues to lose it’s bloom for another year and a feeling of serene melancholy floats around in the air, I’ve lately found myself entranced by the disarmingly beautiful, and often excruciatingly sad psych folk sounds that emanated out of South and Latin America in the 60s and 70s. Recently I tried, and [...]

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• Wednesday, October 29, 2008  1:05 am 

  Curdlin’ Blood

  Another week, another collection of wicked sounds from the American No Gaze/Pagan noise underground, this time framed in the context of the impending apocalypse of fear and blood which is our most favourite of dates, Halloween.
  Ah, and vote Obama kids.

  Strange monuments rise in recondite summits of the misty forests of Oregon, deformed totems of [...]

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• Tuesday, October 28, 2008  1:01 am 

  My cat is made of smoke and he DJ’s every Friday at The Perspex Pinnacle

  Previously, not a million weeks ago, we “reported” on the first volume of the Genghis Tron mix 12″s with Steve Moore reanimating “Board Up The House” for full invasion of the brain munchers disco shimmy effect. Volume 2 is set for a November release on Lovepump United with Tobacco soaking the corpse of “Relief” in [...]

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• Monday, October 27, 2008  12:05 am 

  Our lady of sound

  Alter Ego’s remix of Poni Hoax’ Hypercommunication is a chromed shogun gazing down into the dancefloor from a red mountain of swords, cruel heart beating like a clockwork mechanism of electroid viciousness, epic body music expanding metronomic like a geometric reticle straight of Tron, but made of taut barbed wire instead of neon. There is [...]

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