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All Back To My Place #6: Eric Kleptone
November 9, 2010, 11:37 am
Filed under: All Back To My Place

The PROD crew first came across The Kleptones in the “last chance saloon” that is the Lost Vagueness tent, at Electric Picnic a few years ago. Through the fug of several days drinking, it became clear that the guy on stage was doing frankly ABSURD things with his set. Mixing tunes that really didn’t belong together and making it work; bringing a humour and eclecticism as well as some real damn funk to his mash-ups / reworks at a time when the mash-up was becoming just something else for EMI to use to flog their tired singles. He was, in fact, the bomb and we were in love.

You can get a wealth of Kleptone sounds here and you should! (his twitter feed @kleptones is well worth an add too). It’s remarkable stuff. Eric himself sums up what he does as an attempt to “demonstrate that audio collage is a force that can move the mind, the heart and the body simultaneously, often in new and unexpected directions”. Which sounds good to me.

The Kleptones

So, ladies and germs, I give you Eric Kleptone. Respect for not only providing a wealth of great links but also obviously putting a lot of thought into it..

 

What music are you currently grooving to?

Right now the grooviest things are all remixes, not surprising for me, really: a pile of Pete Herbert (http://soundcloud.com/peteatlas) remixes and re-edits (damn, the man is on a roll right now – worth investigating if you think that melodic electronic dance music has gone to the dogs), a few choice “re-edits” of 70s funk and rock (I use the word in inverted commas as it can mean anything from simply re-structuring the tune to adding shitloads of drums, synths and effects – since when did “remix” become such a dirty word?). A great example is this version of Deep Purple‘s “You Keep On Moving” from two guys in San Sebastian (http://soundcloud.com/the-two-mamarrachos/you-keep-on-moving-t2mm-edit).

I’m also digging into loads of what has sadly become known as Global Tech (but hey, everything needs a name I guess) – which is, simplistically, producers using the internet and bootleg technology to cross rhythms and styles from around the world, so you get people in the Netherlands sampling Cumbia rhythms which then get sped up and remixed by someone in South Africa, which then gets downloaded and played in a club in London etc… all within a week. It’s like sticking your ears in aural river rapids – an invigorating rush, and by the time you’ve heard it, it’s retro.

What, if push comes to shove, is your all-time favourite album?

This is probably the most dreaded question… there’s so many, and for so many reasons, but, as you say, if push comes to shove it would probably have to be Ian Dury‘s “New Boots And Panties“. I first heard it through my older brother when I was seven, and for some odd reason, probably me reciting some lyrics, my primary school teacher at the time enquired about it – I told her I could make her a cassette copy, which I promptly did – learning how to wire my record player up to my bro’s ghetto blaster in the process – my entry into the world of peer-to-peer!

But really, it’s got everything, from balls-to-the-wall punk, crisp rock’n’rollers and some serious funk playing – to get that all on one album without fucking up the flow is testament to both the Blockheads chops and Dury’s voice and words being the glue that holds it all together. Also an absolute masterpiece of a cover photo.

Furthermore, the aforementioned tune, along with “Frigging In The Rigging” gave me a solid grounding in swearing (always a useful skill for a seven year old). It still gives me a thrill to stick on “Wake Up And Make Love With Me” at a party around sunrise – everyone, whether they know it or not, gets down to it without hesitation.

Sadly I never got to see the bugger live – he cancelled the Glastonbury show I would have seen as he was too ill. So that’s in my imagination too, which only adds to the mystique. Since then I’ve made a concerted effort to check out any of my heroes still worth bothering about when the opportunity arises – you never know if you’ll get the chance again…

What was the first record you ever bought? And where did you buy it?

Ah… David Bowie‘s “Space Oddity”, when it got re-issued and hit number one in 1975 – I was five. “Changes” and “Velvet Goldmine” on the B-side.


I remember standing in the Co-Op in Dover, where they had a wooden rack of the top 20 singles at the foot of the steps down to the basement floor, and pointing up to the orange-centred one at the top left going “That one!” to my mum, who reluctantly reached for her purse and handed over the necessary coinage.

“Bohemian Rhapsody” followed soon after, so I was fucking cursed from a very early age…
(ed: maybe so, but a grounding in Queen did make for some of the Kleptones finest, most twisted moments)

Which musician, other than yourself, have you ever wanted to be?

David Bowie again, really. He’s done the lot, hasn’t he? The mod kid, the hippie, the struggle, the success, the women, the men, the drugs, the ego, the Eno, the Glass Spider, the Muppets. And, in comparison to most of his age and ilk, he’s growing old quite quietly and gracefully, yet could still put out what the fuck he likes tomorrow and people would give it a solid listen.

.. the muppets...

What do you sing in the shower?

I rarely sing in the shower, but if I do I’m making up nonsense lyrics to well known tunes. “Just a bacon tree, love don’t live here any more” is a current favourite.

What is your favourite Saturday night record?

Apart from the above groove selection, at the moment probably “You Can’t Hide From Yourself” by Teddy Pendergrass. It’s been sampled and remixed to death, but still shines bright in any form, and turns an average night into a splendid one every time.

And your Sunday morning record?

Right now it would have to be “Stranded” by The Walkmen. They’re one of those bands that probably could be a lot bigger than they actually are, but just can’t help making their tunes a little different from everyone else. “Stranded” is from their latest album “Lisbon”, and in my imagination is being sung drunk from half way up a lamp-post. It takes a certain kind of person to make a ballad that swaggers, but these guys get it bang on.

And here to finish, some Kleptones with an astonishing video from Boris B.

Thanks Eric.

Mr Eric Kleptone



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Thanks for mention our job.
The Two Mamarrachos from San Sebastian.

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