Category Archives: nostalgia for the unremembered 80s

More Nostalgia for the better remembered 80s

Why do we go so much for the 80s? Besides the fact that, at least in my case, those were childhood years about which I reminisce with much emotion, it is also that it was then when many of our fave things like disco and new wave, as well as all the crazy experimental synth stuff came together in some sort of crazy pop nuclear reaction which might have been post-many-things, but not post-modern in the ‘oh yeah, whatever’ attitude you find in 99% of recent commercial music. It wasn’t too smart for its own good, and even when it revelled in its own disposability, or material things, it did so with intense over-the-top passion, perhaps even innocence. It’s the same thing with films, where is the modern day equivalent of John Hughes, for christ sakes? Wes Anderson? Oh please…

I think this might be a reason why the Electrocla$$h bubble, which merged a number of 80s cliches with the coldest, most detached attitude one can think of fell flat in its face after a few coked-up parties, while the kosmische wizards, all those disco nerds out there digging up obscure gems from the vaults, and of course our Italian soul brothers go from strength to strength, their music has inherited not just the warm analogic sound of the 80s, but also its romantic passionate feel, that’s the reason why even in our forward looking-ness we embrace their talented and honest nostalgia fully, the past becomes present and future in the best of ways, let these garish sounds envelop you in a cloud of pastel colours and neon flashing, and dance into the light.

chaz.jpg

‘My Occupation’, a compilation of 80s disco hits by Chaz Jankel from Ian Dury and the Blockheads fame which has recently been released by very nice & caring label Tirk, synthesises in a nutshell what I was talking about above: open this box and be blinded by a treasure trove of delightfully crafted off kilter disco gems which glimmer with hedonistic energy and oh so 80s Fame-style individualistic competitiveness, just check out the lyrics of ‘Number One’, they would make Milton Friedman proud… funnily enough, I can’t think of a better environment to enjoy this killer than the collectivised environment of a sweaty disco dancefloor, party up and make it hot enough to melt the Berlin wall.

Chaz Jankel- Number One

lindstrom.jpg

As part of their 10th Anniversary, our favourite purveyors of vinyl delights, Juno, have commissioned a bunch of remixes of classic tunes, here is one, where you find the sorcerer of breath-taking kosmische tango-disco, Lindstrom, pull an Arthur, and pick a bouquet of blossoming flowers from the beautiful garden which is Imagination’s ‘Just an Illusion’, to then fill the gaps with piano-key shaped silences and echoes, the outcome is a reverberating rainbow-coloured cloud of 80s Lover’s Rock Soul raining pink teardrops over the hairy heads of your wide-eyed-in-their-astonished-delight 20JFG nerds.

Imagination- Illusion (Lindstrom Vocal Remix)

coyote.jpg

Finally, Aeroplane, who amazed us beyond what is radically possible with his lovely S/T 12” goes on to remix Balearic stalwart Coyote’s ‘Too Hard’, the result is another slice of heavenly disco that should be soundtracking your most beautiful romantic moments, sitting by the Miami waterfront holding hands in an emotional interlude as the neon lights draw imaginary laser constellations in the black sky, or french champagne spilled over the smooth sands of an Italian beach in the midst of which rests a red convertible like some toy abandoned by a Harryhausen style Greek Colossus, this is the sort of respectful, perfect, beautiful tribute to the spirit of the 80s we love, thank God we live in a world were music like this exists.

Coyote- Too Hard (Aeroplane Remix)

eddie1.jpg

And let us finish paying homage to one true 80s icon, this is, thee Eddie Murphy, particularly as Beverly Hills Cop, remember those stone-washed jeans, high-tops and bomber jacket and how he rocked L.A. with wacky streetwise flair? well, he also dabbled into the music biz with the epic results you can hear below, perhaps this song is not the ultimate apex of electro-pop brilliance, but it still shines with the sort of euphoric charm I was talking about before, there’s something in those trebly synth melodies, dramatic lyrics about hedonistic jealously (think of it as Bagarre’s hyperkinetic brother…) and inane repetition which make my heart swell like fantastic Air Jordan pumps, *wheezes*, how sweet.

Eddie Murphy- Party All the Time

This post goes with a big holla at Piers Martin off Vice’s Electric Independence for the lovely mention last issue, much respect & thanks for fighting the good fight, always smooth.

VISUALLY

Check this out, awesome Videokitten put together a collection of computer animated films from 84-8, which is just the right thing.

HOTT

COMING UP

One of the 20JFG ones will be playing some records at the most excellent Dan Deacon/No Age/Gay vs You Upset the Rhythm gig in London on Friday, together with people from 13 Monsters & Where To Now. You should come.

You should also go to Gay Against You at the Greenhouse Effect in Brighton on Thursday and give Lorrie a kiss before she goes to the USA on holidays.

zombiezombie.jpg

You should also DEFINITELY come to the Zombie Zombie gig in Brighton we are putting on with Dan and Lucy Tuesday next week- GREENHOUSE EFFECT 11TH DECEMBER- French horror dance party, in their own words:

We use Sound and Rhythm as a medium to explore the feeling of fear growing deep inside of you. You’ll go through different emotional stages with the analogic effects. The drumming will make your heart beat faster:”like in a horror movie when the car won’t start, you give it one last try

NEU! versus JOHN CARPENTER was always going to be ACE BLOODSPLATTERING MOTORIKK TIMES OUI? CHECK IT OUT, WAKING UP THE DEAD, STANDARD

Medicine and Duty and Tall One Behind support.

Get tickets (£5) in Resident, Rounder or Edgeworld

Putting the caring back into funeral since 2004.

Kowabunga!

Ok so we are still failing, finding it hard to fill your weeks with the crazy sounds we like to deliver, down the drain goes our rep for reliability, constant updates and whatnot… it’s not that we don’t have tunes from wizards and witches, or that we don’t love you with all the might of our convoluted hearts, and thus wish to continue contributing to create that happy connection between both constituencies, it is just a general lack of time to write the sort of degraded rants we are used to vomit as an accompaniament to the music, that’s what ails us…But do not worry, we’re making adjustments to our schedule, and will soon come up with a combination to keep everyone happy, ears busy and taste for proper punctuation and grammar with rosy cheeks from a good spanking, keep checking us out, we ain’t going nowhere, except back in time.

…I had breakfast, put totemic toys in my backpack (Mon Calamari Commander Ackbar and Snake Eyes), as well as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comic book to read during the morning break while the big boys played football or had battles with the posh motherfuckers from the catholic public school up the hill, or scowled at the gals doing skip, and the cool kids attempted sketchy ollies in their dayglo powel peralta plastic skateboards. So there, I started walking under the morning sun staring at the unforgiving sky, no F14 Tomcats piloted by Tom Cruise breaking the speed of sound to bomb the shit out of the Warsaw Pact peoples following orders from that loony Ronald Reagan, another day in life sonny.

I was really tired, it had taken me ages to fall asleep because I was dead scared imagining a gang of satanic cultists outside my house conniving to kidnap me for a ghastly sacrifice in the middle of the park under the indifferent stare of a snowy flock of white swans… If only I had Sly to protect me with his fancy tec-9 submachinegun like this was Cobra, or my momma had consented to enrol me in ninjitsu to learn lethal fighting techniques Michael Dudikoff style, instead of wimpy karate as taught by psychotic teenager senseis…

Harold Faltermeyer- Running Man Theme

I used to have this toy of Arnold Schwarzenegger which looked like an Almond croissant G.I.Joe. I watched Commando yesterday and realised that Arnold looked a lot like this toy, and not the other way around.

Weird.

Harold Faltermeyer, who you might remember from the legendary b-bopping tune Axel F from Beverly Hills Cop, also did, amongst others, the soundtrack for Running Man, which is one of Arnie’s finest ‘efforts’, and based on a novel Stephen King wrote under the pseudonym ‘Robert Bloch’ in case you didn’t know. This film constitutes not only a subtle commentary on extreme sports and reality TV, but you also get to see our fave Austrian thespian wearing an orange cat-suit which fits him like the skin of a sausage while he drops hot one-liners, what about when he disembowells a gladiator with a chainsaw and then goes back to his pals, who ask him what happened with the other guy. Arnie replies sternly

-‘He had to split’

HAR HAR

The theme tune is very John Carpenter in a ‘The fog arrives from the sea bringing fists into your face’ way, which makes us happy, o hai!

Alas…

…I wasn’t looking forward to today’s lessons, I was tired and weary and none too happy with my homework for algebra, the day was going to be one of these slow-burning Ballardian hells to be spent shuffling a deck of garbage pail kids, wait for the bell to ring, try not to get bullied on the way home, eat a nutella sandwich, watch Alf scribbling braille codes in food for his blind lady and sit in front of the sketchy Spectrum, pray in front of the cassette deck, scribble the ritual worlds of the newbie command line mass and, if the whole thing didn’t decide to fuck up after half an hour of loading, escape into a magic world of old skool electronic mayhem where I would get to operate a mutant conglomerate of pixels while a shower of heavenly blips and blops put together by some crazy synth magus rained over me from the tinny speakers like a spell cast away in a very far dimension of techno-utopian bliss.

Those were the days!

Halo 3? Kids have it too easy these days!

I was reading a history of the C64 in Gamasutra yesterday and started thinking of Rob Hubbard inventing a few sub-genres of electronic music through a process of maximisation of available computing resources in the target chip, here you have the soundtrack for Sanxion in all its original glitched up trebly glory as recorded from the loading screen (more stuff here)…

Rob Hubbard- Sanxion (loading screen)

And in a ‘enhanced’ (in my opinion inferior version) included in the C64 Back in Time comp.

Rob Hubbard- Sanxion

Pull some joystick spazzing riffarama bedroom power moves, don the best hi-tops ever made after Marty McFly’s, and take a massive jump over the rainbow which lands us into the weekend with a slight feeling of nostalgia, we’ll be back with more new shit on Monday kids, enough to make my lil’ poney puke, keep real til then.

NEXT WEEKEND

LIARS play live on Brighton on Saturday. They are the best live band in the planet maybe with the Boredoms. We saw them at Field day and the new tunes sound fucking awesome.

Barfly Brighton (aka old school Gloucester)
Saturday 3rd November
Get tix at Resident, Rounder etc.

Standard.

You can download a free Liars Studio Session EP by clicking here & going through a short registering shizzle ting.

It’s Alf’s birthday too.

HTRK and Rolo Tomassi support WHAAA.

And DJs from the Do (i.e. this includes us) DJ at the after-party.

It’s such a winner you should shoot yourself in the face if you miss it.

/Off now.