As I’ve doubtless mentioned before, some years ago I realised that the old Bauhaus classic Bela Lugosi’s Dead was pretty much a dub track, and would lend itself really well to some kind of digidub reworking. On a couple of drunken nights, my vague ideas and Simon Warde’s musical nous, uncanny ability to turn my nonsense into concrete sounds and big pile of equipment turned into Bela Lugosi’s Dread. We were – and I think still are – pleased with what we ended up with, and the times I played it out it went down a storm. In fact other DJs – Brixton legend Offshore included – started dropping it too. Plans to get it pressed up fell apart, primarily because Simon “lost” the files somehow, so all I have left is a fairly lowres mp3.
I’m still stupidly proud of my one piece of music making, even if plans to go on and make She’s In Dancehall never transpired. And after much dicking about, I’ve also knocked up a companion video. It’s the first time I’ve even vaguely tried cutting to music – all the film stuff I’ve played around with before has been simply backdrop footage, so no timing was needed. It’s not great, it could be a lot better, but I’m still pleased.
Filed under: Mixes
Behind this mix – which I made a while back but never uploaded before – there’s a very dumb, very old, very private joke that needn’t concern you. Instead, concentrate of 70 minutes of prime King Tubby dubs and, to finish off, the legendary (and legendarily unlikely) cover of Baby I Love You So by Colourbox.
let me know if you need a tracklisting. Alternatively, make your own by randomly combining the words dub, version, ruff, side and Tubby.
My mate Bimble suggested this one – number 3 was supposed to be cars, but I mixed it and wasn’t happy with the result so I’ll come back to it. Have Movies instead.
2. Public Enemy – Burn Hollywood Burn
3. The Go Betweens – Lee Remick
4. Kissing The Pink – The Last Film
5. Le Tigre – What’s Yer Take On Cassavetes?
6. The Fall – Popcorn Double Feature
7. April March – Stay Away From Robert Mitchum
8. Sparks – The Director Never Yelled “Cut”
9. Killdozer – Man Vs Nature
10. The Broken Family Band – Cinema Vs House
11. The Drifters – Saturday Night At The Movies
12. Stump – Charlton Heston
13. The Olympics – Western Movies
14. E-Cousins – Elvis Movies
15. Wire – French Film Blurred
16. Adam Green – Watching Old Movies
17. Soft Cell – Seedy Films
18. Wreckless Eric – Let’s Go To The Pictures
19. Things To Do For Boys – Tales Of The Expected
20. The Auteurs – Klaus Kinski
21. The Flaming Lips – Godzilla Flick
22. Mick Harvey – Initial BB
23. Thin White Rope – Film Theme
24. Bauhaus – She’s In Parties
25. Built To Spill – Car
NB: play special attention to track 19. Things To Do For Boys were a Brighton band fronted by an old friend of mine called Mike. Mike died suddenly, mysteriously a while ago, an awful thing to happen. The band never got anywhere, this track just goes to show why that’s a travesty.
Filed under: Stagger Casts
Getting quite good at remembering to post these on the blog.
Get it here
1. Carlton & The Shoes – Love Me Forever
2. KC White – Anywhere But Nowhere
3. Dusty Springfield – Won’t Be Long
4. Marsha Gee – Peanut Duck
5. Dee Dee Warwick – Suspicious Minds
6. Syl Johnson – Come On, Sock It To Me
7. Gil Scot Heron – Whitey On The Moon
8. Pigmeat Markham – Here Comes The Judge
9. David Peel & The Lower East Side – Up Against The Wall
10. Betty Hall Jones – Buddy, Stay Off The Wine
11. Tex Williams – Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! That Cigarette
12. Lefty Frizzell – Shine, Shave, Shower (It’s Saturday Night)
13. The Monotones – Book Of Love
14. Frankie Ford – Sea Cruise
15. Preservation Hall Jazz Band – St James Infirmary
16. Olabelle – Before This Time
17. Coco Mamas Ft Mary Moore – Trouble In My Way
18. Susana & Her Magical Orchestra – Jolene
19. Two Nice Girls – Sweet Jane (With Affection)
Filed under: All Back To My Place
Ah, the divine Ms Castanette. A Spanish ex-pat lighting up London since 2004, Astrid has rocked venues across the country both as the Latin element in the mighty Actionettes and as one half of fantastic DJ tag team Lang & Lopez (who also run The Retro Clothes Line). She’s obsessed with shoes and – more importantly for our purposes – records, and here she is to tell us more.
Take it away, Astrid
What music are you currently grooving to?
I’m not sure that “grooving” is actually the right term, but I have been listening to a lot of Asturian folk recently (La Bandina, Hevia, Xuacu Amieva…). That’s what the combination of a recent trip back home and having a fellow Celt for a boyfriend does for you. I’m also very much into big band stuff at the moment: Benny Goodman, Bob Crosby… Not sure where that leaves my cool credentials though.
What, if push comes to shove, is your all-time favourite album?
It would have to be a very big shove for me to pick just the one; also, as my musical tastes are so wide and depend on my mood so much, if you were to ask me the same next week I may come back with something entirely different. At the moment I’m plumping for Blur “Parklife” (although I haven’t listened to it in donkeys), because it brings back fond memories of being a 14-year-old misfit…
What was the first record you ever bought? And where did you buy it?
I’m going to be very conveniently literal in my interpretation of this question. The first record in vinyl format I purchased with my own money was, happily, the Quadrophenia soundtrack by The Who, at the Euroyeye festival 2004. That Jive Bunny LP was actually bought by my dad, and the Ace of Base was a CD. Cool credentials another couple of notches down, but I was 12 and it was Spain. Those were difficult times…
Which musician, other than yourself, have you ever wanted to be?
As I can’t play an instrument for toffee, let’s skip the “other than yourself” bit. At different stages of my live I’ve wanted to be Alma Maria out of Los 3 Sudamericanos (for the songs and the amazing outfits), Suzi Quatro (for the shouting and the leather catsuits) and Justine Frischmann (because she was bedding Damon Albarn at the time).
What do you sing in the shower?
Again it depends on what mood I’m in, but favourites of mine are “En el ultimo trago” by either Chavela Vargas (if I’ve downed a few tequilas beforehand) or Andres Calamaro and “Iberia Sumergida” by Heroes del Silencio. I can only hope this last one remains unfamiliar to most people reading this.
(not a CHANCE – ed.)
What is your favourite Saturday night record?
Something by Wanda Jackson, preferably “Funnel of Love” or “Fujiyama Mama”. Or Aphrodite’s Child album 666, if I’m in “that” kind of mood…
And your Sunday morning record?
I have this jazz / swing compilation I love listening to of a Sunday morning, called Leopard Lounge 2. Particularly Mel Torme “Right now” and “Dat Dere” and Marty Paich’s instrumental cover of “Summertime”.
Muchas gracias, señorita. Could I have a cookie please?
Oh, and have some Actionettes. Featuring Miss Castanette and Miss Marmosette, ie my partner
way back in 2010 when I posted the Warpaint album in my chart rundown I said
“There’s more than a little Throwing Muses in there too, and by extension The Breeders, there’s a bit of Polly Harvey and definitely a big influence owed to one particular track which occurs to me every time I listen to The Fool, which is a lot. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what the track is and only have a misremembered lyric to help me. But trust me, they sound a lot like.. erm.. that.”
Well, I found it.
And I reckon I was spot on.
Filed under: Politricks
it took this to get me out of bed this morning.
Filed under: Local Paper Letters
Even by the standards of local papers everywhere, the Northumberland Journal plumbs new depths. I’ve already felt driven by some kind of mania to actually write to the paper twice, rebutting some particularly fuckwitted letters (one about student protestor infiltrators, one about the snow in the valley proving that climate change is bunk). Starved as it is of anything interesting, they’ve printed both letters in full.
I thought it might be interesting / fun / diverting to preserve some of these little gems for posterity, so consider this insane, Blimpish example as the first in an occasional series. It’s a textbook mediocre letter till the final paragraph so stick with it.
Spare Us This Display Of Triumphalism
I find it regrettable that England’s cricketers have embraced the professional football habit of celebrating success with a dance.
The sight of this country’s leading batsmen and bowlers pretending to be grass-watering devices after winning the Fourth Test against Australia, and retaining the Ashes, was depressing.
How I miss the days when a handshake and a few words of commiseration with the beaten team were enough for players before they returned to the pavilion to share a couple of beers with their opponents.
Had my generation been so full of celebrating dancers, I dread to think how the war would have ended.
I mean, what the fuck?