"Basketball wander beneath night skies patterned with LED constellations across the same pixelated Paper Rad deserts frequented by like-minded sonic nomads and purveyors of jagged Sublime Frequency inspired noise Rainbow Arabia and Mi Ami, dragging behind them broken drums and malfunctioning machines forever talking in tongues attached to a trail of fluorescent wires slithering across the dust bowl like a congregation of snakes. Out there on the plains they erect a giant crystal rave tent in preparation for the forthcoming sandstorms with the ancient native tribes people they encountered as a circus of silhouettes before a moon that could have swallowed them as they sat atop their mechanical chrome camels. In the tent they collaborate to conjure up an intoxicating mauve mist of shamanic disco, vocal gabba straining to fight against the sheets of HEALTH like metallic trance that rhythmically collide with the bubbling of broken-bone riddims that sends everybodies eyeballs rolling into the backs of their heads as they await to wake in the center of the eye." 20JazzFunkGreats
..."like sitting up at sunrise playing the old school version of Prince Of Persia with that 15-hour rave still throbbing in your head." The Worm (Rotterdam).
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ALO FRIENDS!
New song! Zima Dodje (Winter’s Come) can be found on The Mental Beast Holiday Compilation, info on the concert here.
Some more exciting updates;
we’re in the process of recording for a number of tings /
a few 7”s with a few special labels and special friends, to be released in the coming months, and our first full length to follow.
Super CiTR radio (101.9 in Vancouver) has released a compilation titled POP ALLIANCE to keep itself alive through the support of donations. The album features S.I.E.M.P.R.E, for more info and to donate click here to keep CiTR’s public access radio alive.
Backwarding, One Cool Word’s summer issue #14 comes with a CD featuring our JOY and some great artists.
more more more… .
Tomorrow evening we dance together. With Japandroids at Biltmore, Vancouver.
XO
this guy was at one of our shows in Brussels and he looks like he could be right out of an old christmas story/Oliver Twist scene…
our reunion in prague with women… after contemplating about doing a raking bomb/veritas flashback show, we went on to party through the night singing such great songs as ‘sometimes people start a war’ by speak the hungarian rapper… absinth escapading through the city. hope to see you guys again soon.
Salzburg was like falling backwards into the hands of hundreds of bloody cherubs… wet red beauty….(Isn’t DJ Mozart from there?)
A.C.A.B, something we should all be aware of…. The POLIZEI broke the show up as we were going into our last song, said they could feeeeel the vibrations as they drove by the venue in there bullet proof car…. really shitty and a sorry excuse to break a show up in a legitimite venue… but it really didn’t bring any of us down as the kids were freaking out and adament we “we make party” afterwards until ridiculous hours stomping spinning and screaming to some amazing music played by this boy http://www.myspace.com/toxictwat..
tank you lovers from Denkmal and the after party angels…. it was fucking incredible…
Nepi, XO
tome david luka
New Review by 20 Jazz Funk Greats:
Basketball wander beneath night skies patterned with LED constellations across the same pixelated Paper Rad deserts frequented by like-minded sonic nomads and purveyors of jagged Sublime Frequency inspired noise Rainbow Arabia and Mi Ami, dragging behind them broken drums and malfunctioning machines forever talking in tongues attached to a trail of fluorescent wires slithering across the dust bowl like a congregation of snakes. Out there on the plains they erect a giant crystal rave tent in preparation for the forthcoming sandstorms with the ancient native tribes people they encountered as a circus of silhouettes before a moon that could have swallowed them as they sat atop their mechanical chrome camels. In the tent they collaborate to conjure up an intoxicating mauve mist of shamanic disco, vocal gabba straining to fight against the sheets of HEALTH like metallic trance that rhythmically collide with the bubbling of broken-bone riddims that sends everybodies eyeballs rolling into the backs of their heads as they await to wake in the center of the eye.
http://www.20jazzfunkgreats.co.uk/wordpress/2009/05/21/young-bloods-thinner/
In the first hour of being in Manchester we encounter a group of 10 drunken 50somethings reliving the days of their youth, bleating the Beatles “Lady Madonna” and doing a little jig…. just awful.
