This appeared on my Twitter timeline earlier, and I ended up watching it via Youtube on our telly. Great stuff, reminding me, once again, how great a resource (and how radical) BBC2 was, back in the day....
I don't think I ever recovered from seeing Aguirre late one night during one of their International seasons. Herzog's in this, of course, and on great form.
Plenty of Nu-Old Skool Miserablism out there on the GothNet to choose from.
And - let's admit it! - who doesn't like a bit of rehashed Hooky bassline and Cure second-album chug? The French, Belgians and Dutch seem pretty adept at Defrosted C-Coldwave, but Monochrome Morbidity is - let's be honest and take a scalpel to the stereotyping - a universal trope here in Euroland. Sad to say, I think we'll be seeing a lot more darkly-reflective culture in the next few years.
"Monochrome Morbidity"... hmmm... not quite... but almost a name there...
Played this on the way up to Bristol on the train last friday. Both sides x two, through shitty-cheap Poundland headphones that barely fitted on my skull. Not quite loud enuff so that blurry hum n rattle of the music competed with ratcheting burr of the train engines -- as if a third earphone had been added to the mix (3:1 sound!) until I couldn't quite tell what was tape and what was 'outside' and the music seemed to accelerate / slow down as we approached or left stations, as if it was adapting to the landscape I was travelling through, like a musical deep-learning system. Voices on the tape -- or are they coming from outside? -- at points, both, I think. Clicks and vibrating hums and motornoise and murmurs; and is that a bass gtr? I dunno. I like it when I don't get a piece of music or I don't know what it is or I'm confused; and a couple times I took the headphones off, trying to figure out if something was on the tape or was the train engines or air-conditioning or a restless child hassling its mother for sweets, only to find it wasn't. Quite quickly, I decided it didn't matter. At Castle Cary there was a large rhododendron bush in a tub on the platform -- the leaves and last few browning petals of summer moving in the wind so that it seemed like the plant was breathing in time to the music.
This is great. MGMT meets early Vince Clarke era Depeche Mode (the first couple singles, maybe....).
Off to this, tomorrow night (Friday) in Bristol, to see / hang out with Rob (who, weirdly, I first met / fell in with at the same venue during an afternoon Noise Fest that drifted into an evening Organchrist / Guttersnipe gig).
It's his first show in Bristol since moving there last year. Him and Greg Dsic came along to an EUH! show at the Old England a few weeks ago where he told us about this one...
I think that maybe "The Opera" on Choc Monk might be my album of the year.
Richard Youngs, Mick Flowers & pals go NY Cosmic Loft Disco...
(Two Richard Youngs posts in a week!)