Regular readers may have by now realised that some time ago we constructed a wormportal perpendicular to ley lines, between our spiritual home of Brighton (UK) and our other spiritual outpost of Berlin. Many people have drawn (sometimes derogatory) comparisons between these two bohemian fortresses, and perhaps some of them are valid, apart from the fact that Berlin is in a totally different country, Quadrophenia wasn’t set here, and it doesn’t have a beach.
And so, for anyone who might think B-town is still some kind of derelict, smacky wasteland where you might bump into Nick Cave on the street (we’re talking about Berlin now), then we present to you today another short round up of thoughts from concurrent dwellers who make some of the more fitting contemporary soundtracks to a wanton Nevernever land where people don’t grow old, only better.
As the sadly inevitable process of normalification sweeps the city, and techno revolution turned wallpaperish jack occupies much of the city’s drinking holes on any given feierabend, 20JFG’s ears pricked up like a ravenous beast lain slumber for a thousand years when we were lucky enough to witness the live styles of rRoxymore a few weeks back.
A gilded empress of unchartered atmospheres, you might also see rRoxymore in cahoots with another mistress of the unapologetically weird, as she also masquerades in the wondering troupe that perform Planning To Rock’s writhing symphonies alongside her across the globe. We mention this not only in passing because we feel a holographic venn diagram connection between the two in Lonleyritournelle that goes much deeper than mere physical acquaintance. Release the catch on this bejeweled music box, take the hand of the frazzled ballerina that greets you and find yourself in a enchanted quinta that only existed momentarily in the forgotten dream of Wilhelm Grimm before he was rudely awakened by a synthesiser-wielding farm animal.
Lonelyritournelle is quite unbelievably, a demo, and you can experience more of these on her Soundcloud.
We’re bending the rules of this Berliner special post a little with Call Super, as one of them resides in the distant trading port of Lon-Don, but the other one lives here and regularly causes something of a splash around town with his solo work and oddball record collection, whose most ethnic corners were gratefully aired at our remote shindig here a few months back.
Previously featured within the narrow minded parenthesis of 20JFG with their sehr geil remix of Rub N Tug, Call Super boldly drop their debut EP in the unrecommended release void of August when – according to the 20JFG market research department - sales of ‘Damn Seagulls’ truckers caps overtake vinyl Records by a factor of 3.786.
And replete with remix by dear colleague Objekt it is everything we hoped it would be, clubbing together the foibles of each members’ solo antics in a techniod whip round that is more than enough to buy temperate dance genres a snazzy new outfit for the weekend. Nosebleed is a sneaky shuffle that glides down the listeners paranasal and into a chamber of monged vocals and existential basslines that is something akin to watching a CD single of ‘Lazy’ by X-Press 2 refracted through the violet trapeze of understated delirium.
Available for less than price of some light relief outside Bahnhof Zoo in 1981, The ‘Call Super’ EP is out now on Five Easy Pieces.
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