Verstärker -Aktivität

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In order to ignore the woes of the cricket for, ooh, some seconds, let’s type a random paragraph that bears no relation to the almost indescribable music that this post is bringing to your attention.

Of course, using the word ‘indescribable’ is in fact a description of sorts, albeit a meaningless one. Much like most music reviews (/snark).

1000 monkeys at a typewriter, etc. Dancing about architecture and all that.

Having said that, one of my posts that was filled with non-sequiturs when I was going through that phase of copying stuff out of my ramblings document was quoted on the release of that artists next release on his Bandcamp page by his record company. Now, to post that album I feel obliged to find another bunch of such ramblings. Takes my mind off the cricket, I suppose (all out for 67! Fucking woeful!)

Culto al Qondor – Electricidad

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I just noted the time and the second day of the Ashes is about to start, plus my tea break is probably up now, so I really should just get on with it.

Funny sport, cricket. More of a game, really, but then people have actually died doing it. Does that make it a sport? I mean, people possibly die during games of chess, too, if they drag on long enough.  Would that make it a sport? Do mayflies play chess?

Or is the risk of dying not enough to make something a sport? I should just look in a dictionary and see if the definition of sport is something along the lines of ‘a leisure activity that contains risk of death.’ After all, this would then rule out politics, war, commuting, etc from being considered sports.

But then, there are people who think that the entire ‘life’ thing is just a game (usually rich people who don’t value other human beings very much) – what if they’re right? Ugghh. And with that I’m off to see if England collapse as predictably as they have been doing recently in tests.

Vago Sagrado – Vol. III

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The theme for this week is buses, as I have a week off work just because. This means I get to ride many more buses than usual.

The first of this weeks buses comes from Santiago, Chile, a country rightly famous for Follakzoid and also for sounding like a cold place whilst simultaneously  sounding like one of my very favourite hot foods of all time. Almost all of my stir fries have chopped chillies in them. I particlarly like the ones called Birds Eye Chillis though they do not look like birds eyes, or even mass produced frozen food. Maybe a native of Santiago would find my attempted humour even less funny than my usual peer group do.

This is what comes of looking at many buses.

So this bus has a picture of some old ruins on the front. I don’t know what to make of them. Nothing, I suppose. They’re ruins. Let them be. Let them fade with all those other failed constructs from past times and spaces, a reminder of something you never knew in the first place.

This bus sounds like it’s motoring along smoothly, and the journey it takes you on is a pleasant one. It doesn’t get in your face with how much of a good bus it is, it just drives along at an appropriate speed for the environment in which it travels through.

I heartily recommend this bus to all who would take a bus journey.

Cozmic Corridors- Cozmic Corridors

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Is the collective unconsciousness conscious of itself? Does that not make it the collective consciousness?

“Good day at the office, dear?”

“Yes, ta. I managed to connect Jung, de Chardin and Lovelock in one concept leading to a Brahmanistic realisation – I could have imagined it being said by Alan Watts.”

Perhaps he did say it, but probably without all the name dropping.

Föllakzoid feat. J. Spaceman – London Sessions

londonsessionsSo a Chilean kosmiche trio walked into a backstage party at a Wooden Shjips gig… and ended up re-working two tunes from their most recent release with the help of a minimalist drone guitar legend.

This is one of those collaborations that makes even more sense on your speakers than it does on paper. Föllakzoid have come a long way since their early days and have now forged a sound recognisably their own. Jason Spaceman slots right into it, as if he’s been playing with them for years. Some of my favourite of his guitar shapes come out on this, particularly a passage that reminds me of my favourite Spiritualized song, Pure Phase.

Did you ever hear Richard Fearless’ remix of Regular Fries Dust It, Don’t Bust It? That would fit on this release perfectly. The atmosphere has a groovy but woozy late-night feel (although it’s 8am as I type this; thanks kiddies!) The two pieces reworked aren’t that drastically changed from their first incarnation in that they are recognisable but they seem to have gained some extra space with the extra person on board. Their music continues to evolve in a manner befitting of true forward thinking mofos.