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Peligroso pop

Laundry Room:
Y te veo reflejada en la television…

The Notwist – one with the freaks
Looper – these things
Tigerbaby – sweetheart
Sebastien Tellier – la ritournelle
Dntel – the dream of evan and chan
Death cab for cutie – title and registration

Image by Tim Biskup

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Folktronics

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The laptop electronics club has become more and more overcrowded nowadays and the so-named Folktronica…mmm well,…reviewer, Bryan Berge, states in much better words what I feel about this genre’s euphemism: “the increasingly empty label “folktronica” will soon be buried at the bottom of one. Folktronica is identified with circular guitar melodies, hushed vocals burdened with cliched rural lyrics, and the occasional banjo and mandolin flourish, all backed by with electro-pop production. Unfortunately, the folk aspects of folktronica so often sound like tired imitations desperately striving for authenticity (…) I blame much of this stagnation on the label itself, a clunky portmanteau that suggests the collision rather than integration of folk and electronic music. Since the two labels are presented as juxtaposed yet irreconcilable, a dialectic relationship emerges in the minds of artists, and the resultant music sounds like two songs played at the same time-one and old folk ditty, the other an IDM burner. Since music is all about synthesis, musicians are already bursting the boundaries of the genre. So the term will die naturally.”
I must point out that the origin of the “folktronica” label remains unclear and it seems to have originated on the british press. That’s all we know…emblematic musicians on the label include Kieran Hebden under his Four tet moniker or as a member of (postrocktronic trio, wtf!?) Fridge, as well as, Greg Davis and The Books. Some people believe that Mum and Efterklang are folktronic, but this illustrate how useless this label is , how many people out there are playing with laptops and acoustic guitars, are they all folktronics?

Well, this post has gotten a bit long, so I’ll keep it simple from now on. The Books “Safe and Lost”, is one of the most exciting releases I’ve heard this year and the best one from the outfit in my opinion. I’d give away the whole stuff here as a zip but I really want you to go out there and hunt it, I’m uploading two random tracks from the record: “Be good to them always” and….let’s see…”it never changes to stop”, if you’d like another song go to everythingisfire and seek it. Mmm….Stylus Magazine gave this record a “B” and overrated Pitchfork gave it an insulting “7.0″. Go to almostcool, where this album got a well deserved 9 rating (hooray!).
I’m including a Tunng song from their site. Also you’ll see down here “softness of senses” from Xela’s album “Tangled wool”, , Ah yes….I’m also including a Fridge track hosted directly from brainwashed , go there for more mp3′s by fridge.

The Books – be good to them always
The Books – it never changes to stop
Tunng – tale from black
Xela – softness of senses
Fridge – cut up piano and xylophone

Image comes from the Adrian Johnson site.

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Chemical Tears


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Your eyes feel itch, they are red, you’re crying chemical tears and then it stops.

Telefon Tel Aviv – lotus above water
I am robot and Proud – a proposal to tune the world to F
Christian Kleine – bitter things
Pan American – Het Volk

Image by Tim Biskup. For more mp3′s by I am robot and proud, go here.

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On ghost horses


Laundry Room:
Some velvet morning all of this will vanish, will fall, will make me nostalgic, this dirty towels, this land, this blogs that are given birth each second, will be swept by hurricanes, will be swallowed by earth, will crack with raining rocks, will burn like the roman empire will burn again soon. And we’ll go riding on ghost horses, or maybe ghost ponies, and it might just happen one velvet morning, indeed…

Mirah – cold cold water

Francoiz Breut – si tu disais

Nancy sinatra – some velvet morning

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With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down. [1]


Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) [2]



O long-silent Sybil,
you of the winged dreams,
Speak out from your temple of light
as the serious constellations
with Greek names
still stare down on us
as a lighthouse moves its megaphone
over the sea
Speak out and shine upon us
the sea-light of Greece
the diamond light of Greece

Far-seeing Sybil, forever hidden,
Come out of your cave at last
And speak to us in the poet's voice
the voice of the fourth person singular
the voice of the inscrutable future
the voice of the people mixed
with a wild soft laughter--
And give us new dreams to dream,
Give us new myths to live by! [3]


So our princes who have lost their principalities after many years’ of possession shouldn’t blame their loss on fortuna. The real culprit is their own indolence, going through quiet times with no thought of the possibility of change (it’s a common human fault, failing to prepare for tempests unless one is actually in one!). And when eventually bad times did come, they thought of •flight rather than •self-defence, hoping that the people, upset by conquerors’ insolence, would recall them. This course of action may be all right when there’s no alternative, but it is not all right to neglect alternatives and choose this one; it amounts to voluntarily falling because you think that in due course someone will pick you up. If you do get rescued (and you probably won’t), that won’t make you secure; the only rescue that is really helpful to you is the one performed by you, the one that depends on yourself and your virtù. [4]