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Sympathy ALT_SHIFT

Featuring : James Ferraro

One of the many great moments in Chris Ware’s ‘Building Stories’ is when he gives us a glimpse of the future where pre-post-humans in white wander the ruins of Chicago hunting for memory fragments, the sympathy shift experienced by the actual protagonists of the intimate present that is the subject matter for Building Stories.

It doesn’t look pretty – pre-post humans in white jacked into an augmented reality where they spam each other with text-spelt offers and demands for sex, these add up into a heat-map of physical transactions above the ruins of Chicago. Ominous references are made to the change in the pornography paradigm (‘here comes everybody?’) that finally led to the discovery of the Godwave.

We can but hope that Ware will explore this verisimilar future in the future

In the meanwhile, we will skirt the event horizon bounding that weird no-place where J.G. Ballard would have tried to make sense of Chatroulette (or whatever’s the equivalent nowadays).

We will also listen to James Ferraro’s mesmerising Sushi, a set of reports from a juke battle where the patterns that would emerge from the high-frequency trading meme market for ennui and lust implicit in Ware’s vision (and our weird disjointed now) dance a dance that is alien, but all too human too, like a Lover’s Rock encoded in Assembly Language.

James Ferraro – Baby Mitsubishi

Baby Mitsubishi is included in James Ferraro’s Sushi, which you can acquire digitally here, or pre-order on vinyl from Hippos on Tanks.

Thank u 4 a funky time

Featuring : Autre Ne Veut

Art has an incredible power to bring back a feeling, a ghost, a forgotten fragment you didn’t consciously know you had in your memory.

At this moment we were travelling on a couch full of purple & poker-dot covered girls from Liverpool to Manchester for a concert by Prince. This post, despite all appearances, is not about Prince.

On the stereo was George Clinton – either Parliament or Funkadelic, but thats not the important part either.

The discussion was about how, like, amazing the previous song had been but how, like, terrible the current one playing was…. and then how great the current part of the song playing was, but how shitty the previous bit had been.

It was probably my first exposure to the world of Mr.Clinton, and i was in love – i wanted to absorb every polarising part of his music into my being.

It’s all subjective of course, as one girls Poison is another Van Halen, but i loved the way he effortlessly divided opinions and confounded expectations in the space of a drum break. And thats what this may be about.

This is not the one by Autre Ne Veut bares little or no resemblance to the mighty Parliament or Funkadelic, but for a cursory mistuned schoolyard chant or a psychedelic soul refrain. It is an unnerving odd moment of what might be described as joyfully insane bitterness, which we wish lasted longer. It’s also a track with polarising differences, which individually could easily not be your cup of tea, but together forms something magical.

Autre Ne Veut – Not The One (feat She Wolf)

We dare you to try playing it just once.

This is not the one is available on the Body Ep from Hippos in tanks and we’d like to thank Autre Ne Veut for bringing back this little lost moment.