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Bela Bartok Vinyl Experience

Bought this Bartok album today for £1 because as you know they can't give away classical albums on vinyl these days...trouble is I rarely find Modern, as in 20th Century 'classical', on vinyl because...I don't know why, but have theory that it's more collectable/desirable to an audience that will pay a lot more than a pound for it and charity shops are wise to that so they stick on eBay...the buggers - how dare they try and make more money for their cause! Anyway, I couldn't resist this cover. The music's good too...typical modernist swagger of Bartok.... 

 ...so I stepped away from this, the Infinite Music Machine and source of all music ever made wherein we spend most of our lives searching the back alleys of YouTube, Spotify etc and our own files, of course...

...and walked over to this...it's called a record player...

...the zone's a bit of a mess, actually, so messy that an Astrid Gilberto CD was lost there two years ago and has never been found...and exactly what is on the recordable CDs that I forget to write on remains a mystery, even after having played some...

...so here's the record in motion...isn't vinyl wonderful?...


In case you're wondering what Side 1, The Miraculous Mandarin, sounds like, here it is...


Fabulous Art (detail)

......sometimes you just want to make screaming bloody mess.....so I did.........not Bodies, a face...........................Fabulous Art......................'seemed like a lot of money'...........

The Living Cells and Viruses Operation

From an ongoing project, as yet unnamed, although affiliated to the Shadows cut-up word horde...
Control Headspace - Rewrite Humans 

Erased Words: New Lands

Tearing pages from a novel (sacrilege?) for collage I had the idea to erase some words to form a new message. It's not a new idea, I know, but it was an interesting experiment in reconfiguring text. 

Hacker Farm / Libbe Matz Gang - Crass In Africa (No Label)

We don't need organising
Or politicians being patronising.
We don't need their leadership,
Trendy lefties being hip.
Don't need their condescension
Or their back to root pretension.
We've heard it all before,
Politicians saying "No more war",
Pulling wool across our eyes.
We don't need their dangerous lies.
We won't accept capitulation,
It's just manipulation.
They want the smooth without the rough,
But words and gestures aren't enough.
We've got to learn to reject all leaders
And the passive shit they feed us...
- You're Already Dead, Crass

Anti-petrochemical brothers Hacker Farm and Libbe Matz Gang clamp an oil derrick to your head to drill your brains out with power electronics - and you'll love it - well, I do. A Crass typo homage cover, yes, but more than just a three-chord wonder mess of sound, Crass In Africa cut deep with devilishly good music. Agbogbloshie's post-hoover dominant bass drone, Uganda's skipping beat and relentless razor counter-rhythm, Transnationaale's remote horror evoking the post-exploitation wasteland...brilliant. It all makes Vatican Shadow sound like Enya. These eight short tracks of electro fire are something Red Adair could not extinguish. Only 100 copies pressed so be quick and go to No Label.

Objekt - Flatland (PAN)

No surprise, PAN coax the best out of Berlin-based producer TJ Hertz, whose earlier tunes showed the promise that's fulfilled on Flatland. It starts with a BOOOMPF! but instead of continuing that way in a bid to pummel you into early submission it's a paced-out repeat signal punctuating near silence as a form of intro.

Flatland is 'a world in which any scene can be seen from every angle at once' according to Hertz; a prismatic city of glass, then. Futurist speculation in electronic music about tomorrow's urban world may be nothing new but Hertz fashions his with aplomb. From One Fell Swoop onwards we're gliding over and through gleaming towers, neon-lit, in a sleek ship, surrounded by Coke and Pan Am video adverts, no doubt. The teeth of Rachet click into place relentlessly - perhaps it's the mechanism that drives the city, or a metaphor for the industrialisation of every brain, who knows, it's a good slab of Electro moderne anyway. Agnes Apparent has the feel of spotless sci-fi sound imagined by Vangelis for that film, as does much of the album, but Hertz sprinkles it all with details that make the difference. Bleeps and padded hammer blow motifs run throughout, adding continuity. First Witness suggests as loose crime storyline, followed by Interlude (Whodunnit?) and Second Witness. Who dun what we can only imagine, but non-specific thematic linearity is no bad thing and this is one good album.

Stream Flatland here

Back Into JG Ballard / Janek Schaefer's Inner Space Memorial (for JG Ballard)

Mmm...what to read?...go to the shelf in the hallway...JG Ballard - The Complete Short Stories...yes! Just about manage to get it down without damaging my back - it's a beast...1189 pages...all of which I know I haven't read but there's no marker in it so...where did I get to? The stories are presented chronologically, which is great....The Terminal Beach from '64? (page 589) - I know I've read it, but...trouble is the spine is creased all the way, so no clues there...you know what? I'll start from the beginning. Yes. I will, in 1956 with Prima Belladonna...so I did, last night (you want to know what else I did last night? Mind your own business)...it's a brilliant tale of musical plant mutations and a mysterious woman...but you know Ballard's brilliant and this book is essential. My copy is the Flamingo one from 2002 but another has since been published.

Here's a great tribute to Ballard by Janek Schaefer...

$.99 Dreams - Spei Res (Draft Records)

Space in your face of the cosmotechnik kind with go wiggle electronics, fat drums and planet-rockin' beats. 
A satis frigida, distantes-de-synth breakbeat album. What? Well, $.99 Dreams are have gone Latin on your ass so why shouldn't I? The title, Spei Res, roughly translates as "thing of hope". 

There's much to enjoy about this interplanetary musica from Adam Diller (synth, sax, production) and Matt Crane (drums); on the groove level, for starters, because although the mystic moods are cosmic they're usually earthed by Crane's percussion. That said, what elevates it above your average funky beat record is Crane's freer, Jazz-influenced playing which develops on such tunes as Machinator.

Elsewhere, there's Supergredi, which starts in a Jazzy mood before diving into a deep down dirty trench where you're immediately knee deep in nasty funk. The same's true if Disparitas, which tails off brilliantly in free fall with the appearance of timbales sounding as if that jam went on for some time. Brevity is no bad thing, but some of these tracks sound as if they could have benefited from being longer. I'm not complaining, though, because it's better than self-indulgent muso sessions, the like of which only unedited Miles Davis could get away with.

Spes is a stand-out track, starting in open form as an off-kilter drum/synth conversation before settling on a rhythm, but Diller's synth layers drive it forward and far up into the realms of the stars, just as they do on Coegi, another highlight. Whilst we're not exactly in deep space here as far as Out There audio travel is concerned, there's enough outward bound activity going on to keep it interesting 

$.99 Dreams have been around for some time in various formations and made some damned good albums along the way. You can hear most of them here on Bandcamp. 

Cut by Rashad Becker. 400 vinyl copies.
Draft Records

New Site For My aRTwork

I've created a site for my aRTwork. Even if you're a regular here there's much that you will not have seen.
Include Me Out will continue, of course. New visual work may appear here as a detail but the complete picture will be on this new site.
Hope you enjoy it and if you do, please spread the word.
(Click on image to go there)

Out Of My Head

I blew the dust off my mind and peeped inside - what a mess! As usual and of course. What else could it be? People like to 'get out of their heads' (minds) via drink or drugs. I don't blame them; it's not easy being trapped inside all the time with nothing for company but your own sober thoughts and worries. These days I can't escape via drink, being unable to consume that much. I get a headache eating wine gums.

Perhaps making images is my way of getting 'out of it'. Although it involves thinking, the focus is on something external.

Untitled (detail)

Titles For Whatever You Like

Song titles, perhaps? Or chapter titles? Write a novel based around them. Essay titles? Band names? If a band emerges called 'Particle Hat Committee' my lawyers will be in touch...and we can settle out of court...

Chrome Twist Leg Marathon

Anti-Gravity Adding Machine Equation Tornado

Sketch Breath Cauterised Enigma

Inside Porn Table Leg Defence

Tottenham Hale Religion 41 Escape

Versace Creed Angina

Cloud Torso Debate X5

Ant Sand Airline Disaster Manifesto

Particle Hat Committee

Multiple Osmosis Warning Door

Hair Flesh Anxiety Marathon

Trigger Pen Nausea Whiplash Catalogue

Mock Tudor Skull Jukebox

Plastic Water Bored Momentary Lapse

Blood Cake Mission Statement

African Time Jog Auto-Breath

Dead Bend Stetson Time Trial 

Artists Don't Worry About Job Security

Copyright RT 2012

Discussing the use of commas with my work colleague today, as you do, we agreed they were important, or rather, that the absence of one can change the meaning of a sentence completely. Yes, you know that, but we were also discussing the shocking illiteracy displayed by some people on 'the social network'.

......................now, as you may have noticed, I'm not obsessive about 'correct' english......................


When I see the literacy level of some people I feel sorry for them. I do. They must have paid even less attention at school than me. Not that I learnt wot I know about grammer at school. No. I picked it up by osmosis, by reading books. I suppose. 

I could always write an essay, though, even if they got bad marks half the time because I was moaning about the books we were forced to study. That's my excuse. The teacher couldn't give a top mark to someone criticising the curriculum, could he? Or some of them were just crap. That's possible. The one that sticks in my memory is a scathing criticism of Jane Eyre because it bored me to tears. How else would a 14-yr-old boy respond? Unless he could appreciate the novel's qualities. In which case, this hypothetical pupil is probably a professional literary critic today. He could be nothing other than hypothetical because such boys didn't exist in my school. Or perhaps they did but I wouldn't have got to know them well enough to learn about their love of Charlotte Brontë because I hung around with idiots who would have burnt books given half the chance.

William Burroughs' Naked Lunch should be taught at schools. Perhaps it is at places run by ex-hippies who allow their pupils the freedom to smoke pot and paint all day. Do those places still exist? Places like this one?

I like to think so. But it was a boarding school. Of course. The state wasn't going to fund it, was it? 'Run by a Cambridge graduate'. Pre-Hippy, since the clip is from 1961. So it was a hippy training camp. On second thoughts, I'm not so keen on it. I don't hold with the Punk slogan 'Kill All Hippies' but, you know...

Where was I before things lead to school............oh yes, the comma and it's usage. Yes. In the image at the top you'll note it's a statement of fact: 'ARTISTS DON'T WORRY ABOUT JOB SECURITY'. I can't recall where I got it from; probably an advert for one of those Art correspondence courses that seem to have been popular at one time. It's assuring potential customers that artists will make a living. Funny, eh? They do, of course, if they get jobs where Art is a good thing to have on your CV. Art studies as a career path, now there's an alien concept to me. I grew up (it's a work in progress) thinking artists were special, a bit mad, wildly imaginative outsiders starving in their hovels. Until they died. And their work sold for millions...or got thrown away by relatives who kept it for a while but, you know, how long do you keep that stuff for?


I didn't get where I am today by paying attention to career advice at school, that's for sure...

Marcel Duchamp "...it's a little like masturbation" / Detail detail

'It is we who have given the name "art" to religious things; the word itself doesn't exist among primitives. We have created it in thinking about ourselves, about our own satisfaction. We created it for our sole and unique use; it's a little like masturbation.' 
                                                                           - Marcel Duchamp

Details from Boy Jumping and Motorola Man...

eMMplekz - You Might Also Like C40 spool (Mordant Music)

Soho spivs, Saville row, selling cravats to Dieter Meier, puffing Cubans...

........."average gifts amplified can be misleading"..."another prick in the mall"..."circling the cake stands like neutered Zulus"..."stag do, stag don't"..."I've got the face of a has-been catalogue kid"..."I woke up and went to sleep"..."Beyond all this meeting for a coffee to chat about 'Did you see my updated status?'"..."I can't stand the rain...on my copy of Windowpane"...

Droll poetic verbal spillage from the mind of Baron Mordant backed by Ekoplekz, again, as twisted, truthful and tormented as always...cut prose, puns and wordplay portraying fictitious (?) biographical scenarios balanced on the edge of insanity...quite brilliant...

Free Jazz Bitmaps Vol 1 - Nick Butcher (Sonnenzimmer/Hometapes)

Wandering 'round the Whitechapel Art Book fair the other week I'd just about given up on seeing anything I really wanted or could afford when I spotted a stall holding stuff that caught my eye, such as albums, art work and books. 

Turns out it belonged to Nadine and Nick, who run Sonnenzimmer. They're from Chicago. Chicago! Coincidentally, I was carrying a book called Pathways To Unknown Worlds that's filled with amazing artefacts relating to Sun Ra and his time in the city. I highly recommend it. Nick spotted it and we were off on a Sun Ra-related chat as he told me he knew the guy that put on Sun Ra exhibitions. 

By then I'd selected this album, Free Jazz Bitmaps Vol 1, which Nick had produced, so we also chatted about that. Basically, it's created from micro-samples of House and Jazz made into new pieces by Nick (Side A). These are then given to Chicago-based improvisers Jason Stein, Mike Reed, Jason Adasiewicz, Tim Daisy, Jason Roebke, and Keefe Jackson to do what they liked with (Side B). 

The results are a fascinating exercise in de/reconstruction on Nick's behalf. He adds subtle atmospheric colours to basic beats, both acknowledging their raw appeal whilst rewiring them to add alternate 'meanings' and moods. On the B Side, Jason Adasiewicz's vibraphone conjures beautiful tonal ambience from Great Lake. Jason Stein's bass clarinet playing on HTML Italics is also extraordinary. As a bonus, the album is as handsome as you would expect from these designers, featuring a pull-out print. 

It was a pleasure to meet such good, talented people. I fear I bent their ears a little too much, but they tolerated me. Nadine said she thought London was still a place of great music and culture, possibly the best. That left me dumbfounded. Perhaps it's a case of not being able to see the wood for the trees...and simple over-familiarity. Meanwhile, Chicago sounded exotic to me. The grass is always greener...

Art work from their studio. They also produce posters and literature to accompany various projects. Go to their site and buy something.

Nick & Nadine 2010

Nadine 2008

Nick & Nadine 2013

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